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寒冬里,晌午的阳光格外暖和。胡跟正躺在自家院子里的旧沙发上吐着闷烟,那一个个飘乎空中的圈圈儿好比萦绕在他心头的一个个问号。这几天心里憋得慌,老是挂念村里的事。他可是一个为村里的事跑惯腿的人。虽然什么官都与他无缘,可凡是村里的事,不管大小总是跑前跑后,突然这么平静,便感觉空落落,失魂落魄的。真想搞点什么名堂让平静的村子起一点涟漪,不然浑身不舒服。正琢磨着,突然门“吱呀”一声,听到一声叫嚷:“胡跟,你的……”还没等那人把话说完,他就像被抽动哪条神经线,一下子条件反射般地从沙发上一跃而起,一个箭步冲到门口,他知道又有啥事找上门了!
In winter, the sun at noon is exceptionally warm. Hu was lying on the old sofa in his yard spit with smoky, one by one floating in the air circle like a question mark lingering in his heart. In the past few days my heart choke panic, always miss the village affairs. He is a man who runs a leg for the village. Although no official with him missed, what can be a matter in the village, no matter the size is always running before the run, suddenly so calm, they feel empty, distraught. Really want to engage in something famous to calm the village a little ripple, or uncomfortable. Just wondering, suddenly the door “squeak ” soon heard a shout: “Hu followed, your ... ” before the other end of the word, he was like twitching which nerve lines, what Subcondition reflexively jumped from the sofa, a stride rushed to the door, he knows what else to find home!