一日子在深夜里交替着,这是一个公开的密谋,有了黑夜的掩护,回忆像一匹兽伏在不眠的人心上撕咬,人到了暮年才知道一天的时间其实是从这里开始的。庆芳走了快一年,再过一周就整一年了。老陈在床上细数着日子,农历的六月初十,如果不提醒,他不知道儿女们是否还有人记得。此刻,小儿子陈祝的鼾声如雷,从隔壁传来,那声音仿佛是藏在一面鼓里,沉闷、悠长。睡不着,老陈把身子侧向右边,伸手,空 Alternating in the middle of the night in a day, it is a public conspiracy, with the cover of the night, reminding me of a vestige of a beast biting in the heart of a sleepless man, and until the twilight years he has come to know that the day begins from here. Hing Fong went almost a year, another full week a week. Old Chen in the bed breakdown of the day, Lunar New Year’s Day 10, if you do not remind, he did not know if any of the children still remember. At the moment, the snoring son of Chen Zhu snarls, came from the next door, the sound seems to be hidden in a drum, boring, long. Can not sleep, Lao Chen to the right side of the body, reach out, empty