吃完饭,荣志国照旧不管邻居曾打“110”告他扰民的事,把两个音箱移过来,让喇叭对准窗外。音频信号在电子屏幕山状起伏时,拐把子楼围起的楼院再次变成巨大的音箱,响起他爱听的歌。荣志国双肘架在窗台上,望了望开阔的天空,又从制高点六楼往下看缩小了的一切。阳光照在他的脸上。尽管天天一个人在家不说不笑永远一个表情,皱巴着像块破布,却弥漫着他自己非常知道的滋味。这是他一天当中唯一能够感到快乐的时候——他从小就爱听歌。看了一会儿没看见她,回头看墙上的钟。确认钟点儿没错后,又往下看。看了很久还是没看见她,脑袋空白起来,视线里是干巴起来的街道、车库灰石棉板的顶盖、圆了的树冠,还有路过的女人。女人和以前一样,远远 After dinner, Rong Zhiguo, regardless of whether the neighbor had hit “110 ” told him disturbing things, the two speakers moved over, so that the speaker at the window. Audio signal When the electronic screen mountain ups and downs, turn around the sub-floor House once again become a huge speaker, sounded his love to hear the song. Wing Chi double elbows stand on the windowsill, looking at the open sky, and from the sixth floor of the commanding height down to see everything. The sun shone on his face. Although every day a person at home do not say no smile forever an expression, wrinkled like a rag, but filled with his own very aware of the taste. This is the only time of the day he can feel happy - he loved listening to music from an early age. Did not see her for a moment looked back at the wall clock. Confirmation of the hour is right, then look down. After reading for a long time still did not see her, his head blank, his eyes dry streets, the roof of the garage gray-walled cotton, round the crown, as well as passing by the woman. The same woman, far away