一个落后的小镇,有个不错的书店,书店的老板有一些传奇,这个传奇的男人成了自己的朋友。依曼想:或许以后这便是她回想起这个小镇的理由。在这里流完了它,辗转到别处时,才能学会遗忘在小镇上住下的第一晚,依曼失眠了。一整夜,她都倚着那张老式的松木床,以固定的姿势,像个坏掉的无从计较岁月的闹钟一样木然地看着窗外。窗外很黑,甚至连个隐约可见的影像都没有,把白天的一切掠夺得那么干净,冷酷得像她走前郑楚从桌上扔来的眼神一样。 A backward town, a good bookstore, bookstore boss has some legends, this legendary man has become his friend. According to Man thought: Perhaps this is the reason she recalls the town later. It was over here, and when I was somewhere else, I learned to forget the first night of my stay in the town, insomnia. All night, she leaned against the old pine-bed and looked out the window in a fixed position like a broken alarm clock without counting years. Black out the window, not even a vaguely visible image, all day predatory plundered so clean, as cold as she left before Zheng Chu thrown from the table look the same.