跟以往稍稍有所不同的是,这一次我在写《放爆仗》的时候,似乎自始至终都很刻意地在琢磨一个词儿——命运。是的,我很想写出小鱼的命运。因此,在结尾处,就很费了一些心思。这小说,要是我三十岁左右写,兴许结尾不是这样子。极有可能,我会让一个大爆仗,在老飞的裤裆里炸响。(好像这正是小说作者的过瘾处,貌似可以操纵一切。)当然,那也是小鱼命运的另一个走向。但我心里很清楚,在香树街上,是极少有这种事情发生的。香树街很底层,很中国。怎么会经常发生卖鱼的女人拿刀子捅死情人这样的事儿 Slightly different from the past, this time I was writing a “bombing”, it seems that from beginning to end are very deliberately pondering a word - fate. Yes, I really want to write the fate of the fish. Therefore, at the end, it took a lot of thought. This novel, if I write about 30 years old, perhaps the end is not like this. Most likely, I will make a big blast, fried in the old fleece crotch. (It seems like this is the novelist’s enjoyable place, looks like you can manipulate everything.) Of course, that is another fate of the fish to go. But I know very well that in the streets of incense trees, there are very few such things happen. Xiangshu Street is very low, very China. How often a woman selling fish knife stabbing lover such a thing