一我在一场雨前赶往霓镇,确切说是赶往老塘南街。我想起牧城的气象台,气象台的浪子。我给浪子打电话,问预告的雨到底在几点下?傍晚?七点,还是六点?我对浪子喊,浪子,看在我们朋友的份上给我说具体一点。我听见浪子讪笑,带点淫邪。浪子说,你要能搞准你来气象台,你他妈的当台长,我们都把你抬起来。他在电话里大声地训我,马言,你他妈尿尿有时都很难把握,你想想!我有些沮丧,我说,浪子,不是能人工降雨吗?浪子有些发疯,呼 I was in a rain before rush to Ni Town, exactly to Laotang Street. I think of the pastoral meteorological station, prodigal weather station. I called the prodigal son and asked me what time it was going to rain in the evening? Seven o'clock in the evening, or six o'clock? I shouted at the prodigal son and looked at the details of our friends. I heard prodigal smile, a little obscene evil. The prodigal son said that you must be able to get you to the weather station, you fucking when the station manager, we all lift you up. He loudly trained me on the phone, Ma Yan, his fucking pee is sometimes difficult to grasp, think about it! I am a little depressed, I said, prodigal son, is not artificial rainfall?