一邹世杰来云关镇有半年的时间了,他在菜市口开一小店,收购藏地药材、特产,也卖一些藏族人喜欢的货物。他还在街沿边摆了两张在藏区风靡一时的台球桌。五月的一天中午,天空中云层堆集,一阵急风后骤然下起冰雹,小指大的冰雹噼啪砸在地上,打桌球的人四散逃开,街道冷清了,没人游荡。邹世杰顶着冰雹,用塑料膜包好桌球,坐在店里看这阵雹子鼓足了劲,泄愤一般落下来。不过十多分钟,那劲头弱了,化着雪片和雨水,夹杂在一块儿,这预示天气一时半会没法晴朗。邹世杰盛碗饭,拌香辣酱守着小 Zou Shijie to cloud the town for six months time, and he opened a small shop in the city market, the acquisition of Tibetan medicine, specialty products, but also sell some Tibetan favorite goods. He also laid along the street two rage tables in the rage in Tibet. One day in May at noon, the sky clouds stacked, a sudden burst of haze after the onset of sharp winds, pinky big hail slap on the ground, playing billiards scattered, the streets deserted, no one loitering. Zou Shijie wore hail, wrapped in plastic film billiard, sitting in the shop to see this array of hailstones drums enough to vent their anger generally fall. However, more than ten minutes, that momentum is weak, with snow and rain, mixed together, which indicates that the weather will not be sunny in half past one. Zou Shijie Sheng bowl of rice, mix spicy sauce to keep small