一邮轮已经在黄浦江东岸靠了几个月,公司的电报仍然重复着那几句话:就地待命,暂时不能返航。乔凡尼看一眼电报,然后就撕了,随手向江里狠狠地掷去。他记不清已经第几次撕电报了。盛夏傍晚的江风把可怜的碎纸片吹得各自离散,然后坠入,被浑浊的江水吞没。一个怯生生的声音问:“船长,我们什么时候能回家?”江风把乔凡尼一头长长的金发吹成一面飘逸耀眼的旗帜。在渐渐黑下来的暮色中,他坚硬的脸部线条仿佛一尊 A cruise ship has been on the east bank of the Huangpu River for a few months, the company’s telegraph still repeated those few words: on standby, temporarily unable to return. Giovanni glanced at the telegram, and then ripped it off and threw it into the river. He could not remember how many times the telegraph had been teleported. In the middle of the summer the winds of the river blew the poor pieces of shredded paper and then fall in and plunge into the muddy river. A timid voice asks: “Captain, when can we go home?” The wind blew Giovanni’s long blonde hair into a dazzling banner. In the twilight of darkness, his stiff facial lines seem to be one