一七万块钱,进了姜小红的眼里就拔不出来了,像个倒钩刺往心里钻,越来越深,稳稳驻扎那里。吃饭,睡觉,眼里心里都是那七万块钱,梦里它们无限放大,纷纷飘落,天女散花般,每一张都绯红着脸儿,扭着腰身,向她招手,一忽儿把她掩埋。她本是去床头柜找儿子的鞋子。不是放在床边搁台灯的那种小柜子,而是老式床头架床板的部位,不靠墙的那一头。掀起床单,打开小柜门,无底洞般深入进去,放一些用不上又舍不得扔的东西。她曾经见到婆婆把儿子的鞋往里塞过。现在婆婆不在家,她要带儿子去上公园,找不到儿子那双沙滩鞋,她就直接进公婆 One hundred and seventy thousand dollars, into the eyes of Jiang Xiaohong can not pull out, like a barbed thorn to my heart drill, more and more deep, steady station there. Eat, sleep, eyes are the hearts of those seventy thousand dollars, their dreams infinite zoom, one after another falling, daydaughter scattered like flowers, each with a crimson face, twist waist, waving to her, suddenly her Buried. She had to go to the nightstand to find his son’s shoes. Instead of the small cupboard on the edge of the bedside bedside lamp, it is the site of an old headboard shelf, not against the wall. Set off the sheets, open the small door, bottomless pit into the depth, put some do not have to and throwing things. She used to see my mother-in-law stuffed her son’s shoes. Now her mother-in-law is not at home. She wants to take her son to the park and can not find her son’s pair of beach shoes. She goes directly to her in-laws