昔我往矣,年方六岁,肥白可人,天生聪慧。我躺在乌木大床上,嘴上噙着一支香烟,这样向李小青开头。一九九九年十月的下午光线明媚,天气温和,窗外人丁稀少。这种时节非常适于回忆往事。李小青侧卧榻上,表情饶有兴致,眼神迷离恍惚地托腮而听。我没有戴眼镜,但这并不妨碍我的目光从袅袅轻烟里破壳而出,逆光穿行,上溯十五年前。这是李小青向我要求的。我的这个女朋友经常心血来潮,产生负罪感,加之最近没有经血来潮,被恐惧感折磨,她抠着我的肩膀说:你给我讲一个故事。我随便想了一个,给她安神补脑。 The past, I carry on, year-old six-year-old, fat white, born clever. I lay on the ebony bed, mouth with a cigarette, so to the beginning of Li Xiaoqing. The afternoon light in October 1999 was bright and the weather was mild with few people outside the window. This season is perfect for recalling past events. Li Xiaoqing side of the couch, expression of interest, blurred eyes trance care cheeks and listen. I did not wear glasses, but that did not prevent my eyes from breaking out of curl and smoke, walking backwards, going back 15 years. This is what Li Xiaoqing asked me. My girlfriend, who often has a whim, has a guilty sense of guilt. In addition, she has no recent menstrual cramps and has been tortured by fear. She drew my shoulder and said: Tell me a story. I just thought of one, give her soothe the nerves Bunao.