楔子夜,如墨。月亮藏在乌云里,只露了一点点光亮。那所宅子就孤零零地矗立在半山腰上,像一个垂暮的老人。风,从四面八方吹来,宅子门前的两个灯笼摇摇欲坠。一阵急促的脚步声从前面传来,这是一个衣衫褴褛的男人,他的背上还背着一个女人。微弱的月光下,两人风尘 Wedge night, such as ink. The moon hidden in the dark clouds, only exposed a little bit of light. That Zizi stand alone in the hillside, like a dusk of the elderly. Wind, blowing from all directions, Zhaizi two lanterns in front of crumbling. A hurried footsteps came from the front, a ragged man carrying a woman on his back. Faint moonlight, the two dusty