有一段日子,我住在西安的东郊,东郊不知何地的一个饭店,叫万寿宫饭店。至今我不能单独完成那个饭店去往西安市中心的路程。我在那儿写一个剧本,一个导演和制片方所希望的洋溢着“活泼色彩”的剧本。那个饭店白日安静,空气闷热,幽深曲折的楼道里八百年见不到一个服务员。夜晚时分,整个大楼仿佛死去了一般,离开电脑,开着床头灯读书,身子下的床垫莫名其妙地塌陷,那种让我惊愕的那类塌陷。就在这个幻想力最嚣张的时候,会听见一个女人的哭声,断断续 For some time, I live in the eastern suburbs of Xi’an, where I do not know a restaurant, called Longevity Palace Hotel. So far I can not complete the hotel alone to the center of Xi’an. I wrote a script there, a script the director and producer wanted filled with “Lively.” The hotel quiet day, hot air, deep twists and turns of the corridor in eight hundred not see a waiter. Night, the entire building seemed to die in general, leaving the computer, driving a bedside lamp reading, body mattresses inexplicably collapsed, that kind of collapse that kind of collapse. Just at the time of this fantasy most arrogant, will hear a woman cry, intermittent