我站在马路靠左的一边接电话,身旁的一名交警耐心站着。我的身后,几辆车在阳光下放射着耀眼的光芒。第一辆车距我两米远,司机透过玻璃看我接电话。“你说馆藏被,扯蛋!现在谁还对一条被子感兴趣。馆藏也没用。你说大城市,总不能把它丢马路上?对,是这样的,可再大的城市也有它的包容度。马路也有包容度啊,你看看现在的马路,那不叫路,叫现代。你还保管那玩意儿,真是……”好不容易关了可视电话,那个影子还在我脑海浮现。我不知道,他是怎么知道我的电话的,只管怨愤二十多年前人肉搜索的余毒。 I stood on the left side of the road to answer the phone, a traffic police officer standing patiently stood. Behind me, a few cars radiate a bright light in the sun. The first car was two meters away from me. The driver looked at me through the glass and answered the phone. “You said the collection is, pull eggs! Now who is interested in a quilt. Collection is useless. You say the big city, you can not always throw it on the road? Yes, it is so, the next big city also has it Inclusion. The road is also inclusive ah, you look at the road now, it is not called the road, called the modern. You also keep that stuff, really ... ... ”Finally closed the videophone, that shadow is still me Mind emerges. I do not know, how did he know my phone, as long as the resentment of human flesh search twenty years ago.