天色渐暗,四周沸腾的声音归于越来越重的安静。附近的工厂传来一种很低沉的嗡嗡声。对面的人站起来:回吧。回。古爷答应一声,并不站起来。他慢条斯理地收拾好每一颗棋子,在盒子里摆放整齐。又取出一块布,把棋盘仔细擦干净,朝胳肢窝下一夹,晃悠悠地往回走。穿过街道,从一个又一个店铺门口走过去。两扇黑色的大铁门,满院花草树木,这是古爷的家。 Darkness, the sound of boiling around at more and more quiet. A very low buzz came from the nearby factory. Opposite people stand up: back. Back Gu Yue promised loudly, do not stand up. He cleverly paved every piece, in the box neatly placed. Take out a piece of cloth again and wipe the chessboard carefully and take a long swing toward the armpit. Cross the street and walk from the door of one shop after another. Two black big iron gate, full yard flowers and trees, this is the home of the ancient folks.