燕山深处的千村,有一个养鹿场,那儿还真有点故事。一天夜里,月亮被云彩埋了,天地昏暗,鹿场被野狼攻击了,一只梅花鹿被狼撕碎,肉掉了,骨头扔那儿了。鹿场场主老河得到凶信的时候,千村被大雾笼罩了。雾稠得实,偏偏散不去,伸手抓一把雾,手心就粘粘的。老河盘腿坐在炕头上,捏着酒盅,独自喝酒,不时用浑黄的眼眸瞄着窗外。老河后脑勺出了两块秃斑,明晃晃地像 Thousands of villages in the depths of Yanshan, there is a deer farm, there really a little story. One night, the moon was buried in the clouds, and the world was dark. The Deer Field was attacked by the wolves. A sika deer was torn by the wolf and the flesh was gone and the bones were thrown there. When the deer market owner Lao He got fierce letters, the thousand villages were shrouded in fog. Fog thick, but not scattered, reach for a fog, palm sticky. Laohe sitting cross-legged on the kang, pinch wine cup, drinking alone, from time to time with the yellow eyes hiding out the window. Laohe back of the head out of two bald spots, shining like