1晚上,马拉找我喝酒,短信是这么说的:今晚六点半,建华大街八旗羊汤,蒙古包,不见不散。收到短信的时候,我正趴在床上修理收音机。那是一台老掉牙的机器,因为年代久远,它的商标早已经模糊不清,屏幕上两条脏乎乎的红线,让我想到中午被李露杀掉的那条鲶鱼。那条鲶鱼足有三斤沉,通体乌黑,背鳍坚硬,嘴巴两旁各有一条纤长的胡须,一颤一颤,散发着淡红色的光芒。我有点喜欢这条鲶鱼,我想,如果这条鱼变成人的话,一定是个难得的美男子。实际上,我根本不喜欢吃鱼。我天生胆小如 1 night, Mara find me to drink, sms is to say: tonight half past six, Jianhua Street eight flags goat soup, yurts, never seen. When I received the text message, I was lying in bed to repair the radio. It was an old-fashioned machine, because of its age, its trademark has long been blurred, the two dirty red lines on the screen, reminds me of the cat killed by noon the catfish. That catfish full three pounds Shen, whole body black, dorsal fin hard mouth on both sides of each have a long beard, shivering, exudes a light red light. I kind of like this catfish, I think, if the fish becomes a man, it must be a rare beauty of the man. In fact, I do not like to eat fish at all. I’m so timid