十年前一夏无雨,认为凶岁,在西安城南的一个出租屋里,我的老乡给我诉苦。他是个结巴,说话时断时续,他老婆在帘子后的床上一直嘤嘤泣哭。那时的蚊子很多,得不停地用巴掌去打,其实每一巴掌都打的是我们的胳膊和脸。人走了,他说,又回,回那里去了。那一幕我至今还清清晰晰,他抬起脑袋看我,目光空洞茫然,我惊得半天没说出一句话来。他说的人,就是他的女儿,初中辍学后从老家来西安和收捡破烂的父母仅生 No rain ten years ago in the summer, that fierce age, in a rental housing in the south of Xi’an, my fellow complained to me. He was a stutter, talking intermittently, his wife cried in bed behind the curtain. At that time a lot of mosquitoes, have to keep slap on the fight, in fact, every slap in the face is our arms and face. When the person is gone, he says, go back and go back there. That scene I still clear, he looked up at me, his eyes empty blank, I did not say a word in shock for a long time. He said he is his daughter, junior high school dropped out from home to Xi’an and collect ragged parents only