乡下毕竟是乡下,尽管农村市面化比过去三十年热闹了许多,但是一到夜晚,还不到八点钟,一切几乎都归于寂静。沿街的几家小超市早已打烊,几家农家小餐馆,也差不多都熄火灭灶。只有一两家餐馆还有三五个酒醉的年轻汉子在那里猜拳行令叨醉话,在昏黄的灯光里伸脖子伸手,从玻璃窗外看去像皮影戏;半小时前,在街面上模仿城里人锻炼的那些粗腿圆腰的婆子们,也大声嬉笑,大声嚷闹着消失在一片片黑暗里; After all, the countryside is the countryside. Although the rural market is much more lively than in the past three decades, it is less than eight o’clock in the evening, and almost everything remains silent. Several small supermarkets along the street have long been hit, several farm diner, almost extinguished stove. Only a couple of restaurants and thirty-five drunken young men quarreled about boxing fakery and stretched their necks in the dim light, looking out of the glass window like a shadow play; half an hour ago, mimicking the city on the street People who exercise the thick waist and round waist woman, but also loud laughter, shouting disappear in a piece of darkness;