神婆儿七十多岁了,据说四十五岁那年出过一次车祸,从此变得能掐会算,神道道的,十里八乡的人遇上常规无法办到的事就去请她。但她看上去没什么特别的,个头儿不高,身板单薄,面黑,皱纹跟别的老太婆一样多。只是因为她戴着一顶直筒白布帽子,显得有点古怪。她由小男孩儿的外祖母搀扶着,吃力地爬上炕。小男孩儿仰面躺着,一动不动。大年初三了,从年三十儿开始,他掉进睡眠的深河中,时而漂浮在水面上,舞胳膊蹬腿儿,眼睛紧闭,眉头扭动着,嘴里发出模糊的呓语,仿佛他要拼命醒来,但有什么东西拼命要把 She was seventy years old and was said to have been in a car accident at the age of forty-five. She has since been able to pinch her, and she is going to ask her if she comes from a routine that she can not do. But she looks nothing special, tall, thin, dark face, wrinkles as many other old women. Just because she wore a straight white cloth hat, looked a bit weird. She was helped by the little boy’s grandmother, struggling to climb the kang. The little boy lying on his back, motionless. On the third day of the New Year, beginning in the thirties, he fell into the depths of sleep, sometimes floating on the water, dancing his arms and legs, his eyes closed, his brow writhing, his mouth fuzzing as if he Hard to wake up, but what hard to put