“老丁,你女儿明天回来为你过生日,是吗?”一早,丁向奎将几个塑料编织袋往破破烂烂的三轮车上一扔,准备去捡废品。丁向奎闻声抬头一看,见邻居老张一手提油条一手提豆奶站在那里问他,忙应道:“是啊!昨天的车,今天晚上到。”刀刻一样的脸上堆满了甜蜜的笑。“不好了。”老张有些紧张兮兮地说,“我刚才买早点时,那里的人议论开了,说:昨天,从广东开我们县的大巴车,昨晚上,在什么地方,什么地方我忘了,那车子从 ”Laoding, your daughter will come back tomorrow for your birthday, is it?“ Early in the morning, Ding Xiangkui tossed a few plastic woven bags onto a tattered tricycle and prepared to pick up the scrap. Ding Xiangkui heard the sound looked up, see the neighbors Zhang a hand mention fritters soy milk stood there to ask him, busy: ”Yes! Yesterday’s car, tonight to.“ Sweet laugh. ”Someone nervous,“ said Zhang. ”When I bought the breakfast earlier, the people there discussed and said: Yesterday, the bus that opened our county from Guangdong was last night at Where, where I forgot, that car from