从诊所的墙角望过去,窗外有两棵光秃秃的法国梧桐,再过去是铜锣巷街头一角。往常这个时候那里的叫卖声是全市最嘹亮的,卖臭豆腐的、卖盒饭的、卖油条豆浆的女高音和电喇叭声不绝于耳。但现在什么也听不到,室内太嘈杂了,有三个小孩在声嘶力竭地哭泣,震得李子轩耳孔里一阵阵发麻。李子轩百无聊赖,眼睛空洞地盯着那扇半人高的窗口。玻璃窗关着,但很明净,并不影响李子轩的视线。他看到天空中下着毛毛细雨,风应该很大,雨丝被吹得像雾气 Looking over the corner of the clinic, there are two balconies uncovered outside the window, which was once again the corner of Causeway Lane. Often this time there is the shouting is the city’s most brilliant, sell stinky tofu, sell lunch, selling soyabeans soprano and horn honorable. But now can not hear anything, the room is too noisy, three children crying hoarsely, shocked Li Zixuan ears tingling. Li Zixuan bored, eyes hollowed at the half-man window. Glass windows closed, but very clean, does not affect the view of Li Zixuan. He saw drizzling rain in the sky, the wind should be large, the rain was blown like a mist