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<span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:宋体;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;quot:;times:">《</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;mso-fareast-font-family:宋体;quot:;times:">1950</span><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:宋体;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;quot:;times:">年丰收在望》</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;mso-fareast-font-family:宋体;quot:;times:"><br /><br />  1950</span><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:宋体;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;quot:;times:">年的天空里飞翔着众多姿态各异的农具及它们的影子。</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;mso-fareast-font-family:宋体;quot:;times:"><br /></span><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:宋体;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;quot:;times:">  翻身后的土地争奇斗妍,硕大的农业的花朵挂满了视线。</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;mso-fareast-font-family:宋体;quot:;times:"><br /></span><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:宋体;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;quot:;times:">  天空里和大地上几乎印满了那些闪光的和生锈的农业器械,农具们在缓缓飞翔的过程中,发出了种种尖利而明亮的哨声。那种金属和木头的声音呼啸着,使平原和山地上的那些曾多年世代租押土地、拖欠贷款的农民感到无比着迷。飞翔的农具的哨声响彻在山区和平原上的那些蒙有土坯和茅草的农舍中,使得无数急于摆脱贫困和剥削压榨的佃户们感到了极大的甜蜜和满足。他们都俯身在初春的田野里,与自己手中的农具正在轻轻交谈,语调温柔而情意绵绵,胜似同兄弟和夫妻之间的情分。最初的那些日子里,姿态各异的农具曾经有他们粗砺的手中而出,不知去向,最终却又回到了他们的手中。他们的手里握着刻有自己姓氏的农具,如同捧着属于自己的生殖器官时一样兴奋而不可抑制。多年冷却萎缩了的情感在他们的面部和体内重又沸腾起来,变得炽烈而通红,以致于有些急不可耐。他们盼望群星熹微的夜空,又急于在太阳的光芒里尽情地发挥他们的肉体和想象。新一代的农具在他们的手中传遍全身。时光磨蚀了他们的感觉和农具的棱角,他们仍旧抱着农具和牲畜一遍遍地呻吟,狂奔至黎明。</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;mso-fareast-font-family:宋体;quot:;times:"><br /></span><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:宋体;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;quot:;times:">  公路上土黄色的干草越来越多,部分的茅庐和羊徜徉在其间。阳光使一些皮毛变得松软透明。有一个身背褡裢的农民正面对着一堆干草撒尿,远处有一辆满载着女人和陶罐的马车正在渐渐驶近,天空很蓝,鞭声很远,鞭声如脆响的紫红色的山区扁豆。</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;mso-fareast-font-family:宋体;quot:;times:"><br /></span><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:宋体;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;quot:;times:">  远处还有一些冒烟的工厂。</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;mso-fareast-font-family:宋体;quot:;times:"><br /></span><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:宋体;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;quot:;times:">  雨露每次望见那些乌黑的浓烟之时,便感到胸中郁闷难谴,雨露眺望着那些高耸的烟囱和烟囱里吐出来的黑烟时,便会无端地想起“明人不做暗事”这句古老的俗语。雨露还望见田野里的农民正在大声地说话,咳嗽,相互借火点烟。在一些渠道整齐灌溉系统良好的菜地里,有嘹亮的童年的歌声飘起,如同嫩绿的菜叶。儿童们的胳膊上戴着红袖套,手里握着雪白的柳木棍组成了护青队,一遍一遍地在</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;mso-fareast-font-family:宋体;quot:;times:">1950</span><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:宋体;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;quot:;times:">年美丽的田野上巡逻。他们穿过如水的阳光和摇曳的青苗,丰收的气息明晰可闻。</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;mso-fareast-font-family:宋体;quot:;times:"><br /></span><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:宋体;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;quot:;times:">  在一些洒满阳光的村庄里,鸡鸣狗吠,白云舒卷,房屋错落有致地起伏着。雨露望见广大的劳动人民翠绿的情感澎湃起伏,兴高采烈的笑脸热情洋溢,如同一株株金光四溅的向日葵。眺望偏僻而隐秘的北部山区,一些恶贯满盈的地主汉奸提着灯笼,挟着紫红色珠子的算盘,逃亡在</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;mso-fareast-font-family:宋体;quot:;times:">1950</span><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:宋体;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;quot:;times:">年之外的一些地区里。在此之前,他们曾经转移过粮食和财产,掠夺过当地的风水。在一些翻身之后的马车上,车辕和马鞍上都贴满了象征喜庆和吉祥的红色对联。马车的铃铛声激越而嘹亮,日夜回响在农业的岁月里。走过每一座城镇和村庄,热情的笑脸比比皆是,星罗棋布。近郊的一位身穿山羊皮坎肩的富裕中农将他的瓜皮小帽扔向空中,坠入污水之中。之后,又将他喂养多年一只声名狼藉的恶狗吊在朱漆的门楼上,高声喊着:“为人民打狗!”狗皮铺晒在低矮的短墙上,在阳光的照耀下咝咝作响。鞭炮声一串接着一串地响着,红色的纸屑飘满了天空,如同无数红色的树叶。那天夜里,语录彻夜难眠,失眠一直持续到天亮。雨露听见有一些面色苍白、举止猥琐的人正在缓缓地翻阅着一些灰色和蓝色的笔记本,掌心内虚汗如雨,潮湿不堪。灰、蓝两种颜色的笔记本里记录了农业和纺纱业的漫长历史,其中的部分章节凌乱而残缺不全,辞不达意,字迹模糊到了一种令人难以辨认的程度。在关于陶瓷业和制铁业的记录中,他们厚颜无耻地杜撰了一个十分著名的瓷部和一个铁矿生产基地,那一段文字写得丧心病狂,写得浅薄轻佻而颇有色彩,只是毫无才智可言。他们喜欢用“蔚蓝色”,“青翠的”这一类型的字眼。对于世纪初的酿造业,那上面只有很短的一节,寥寥数语便使昔日的某一个风格浓郁醇厚的历史时期黯然失色,失去了无数芬芳而明亮的部分,一大批酿造工匠都被掩埋在那段文字以外的烟雨中了,直至永远化为乌有。记录这一段文字的人名叫周楚,他是京城里的一位市侩,在修辞学方面的才智使他超凡脱俗,他还具有惊人的概括能力。他的两名助手唐盾和沈稻村都是江南一带的世家子弟,声色犬马无所不能,都能写意境优美的诗,都能涂浓淡相宜的江南水墨图。世上总有许多东西生活在文字之中,却小时在时间之外。另有一些文献中找不到踪影却总以其独有的方式存在于世代的流年岁月之中,这部分内容往往相沿成习,经久不息。</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;mso-fareast-font-family:宋体;quot:;times:"><br /></span><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:宋体;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;quot:;times:">  写作一部具有无限意义的小说,需要掌握若干个僻静的场所,并需要记录一些场所内外的有时甚至是闲置无用的东西,如一条飘扬着的绳子,一把雕花木椅,甚至一棵披头散发的生长在后院的树,这是雨露在阅读《南方旅馆之夜》时的体验之一。在那座旅馆的内部和深处,众多的恍若隔世的风物标志都令人惊叹不已,难以置信而又倍感亲切。</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;mso-fareast-font-family:宋体;quot:;times:"><br /></span><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:宋体;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;quot:;times:">  黎明之时,雨露推开湿漉漉的帐幔,他听见农民们吆喝着牲畜从外面走过。</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;mso-fareast-font-family:宋体;quot:;times:"><br /></span><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:宋体;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;quot:;times:">  在一部农业小说的结尾处,遍地的玉米都怀着一腔翠绿的情分,一位种玉米的人放声大笑,之后成为熊熊大火。</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;mso-fareast-font-family:宋体;quot:;times:"><br /></span><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:宋体;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;quot:;times:">  现在,雨露在深深的庭院里岿然不动。然后,他缓缓地行走在一条装饰性的市井格局的大街上,有如月光下的一条河流。</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;mso-fareast-font-family:宋体;quot:;times:"><br /></span><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:宋体;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;quot:;times:">  街两边的店铺如同一本书的目录。</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;mso-fareast-font-family:宋体;quot:;times:"><br /></span><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:宋体;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;quot:;times:">  一阵焦黄的烧饼的气味和烤白薯的气味混合着,远远地飘了过来。雨露望见那个卖烧饼的人满脸麻子,身材短小,下巴处长着一小撮土黄色的山羊胡子,腰间扎着皂青色的围裙。炉中的烧饼由百变黄,逐渐趋于焦熟,缀落在烧饼上的点点芝麻,一如他脸上的麻子。他一声不吭,安安静静地守侯在烧饼摊子旁,几乎一声也不曾吆喝过。在他摊点的斜对面有一家生意兴隆的“赤县酒府”,国王的客商、行人和应试的举子都在那里饮酒、交谈。几位白发苍苍的老人坐在烧饼毯子旁,相互间说话的声音微弱而稀薄。早上天不亮的时候,卖烧饼的人便被他的婆娘从屋里赶了出来,他肩着烧饼挑子惶惶如丧家之犬,他的额头上堆放着一个鸡蛋大的血包,两眼乌青,他的万紫千红的脸颊上遗留有深深的利指的印痕。</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;mso-fareast-font-family:宋体;quot:;times:"><br /></span><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:宋体;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;quot:;times:">  街上的行人如鱼,如缓缓涌动的潮水,市声持久而嘈杂。街上流动着饮食、农具、瓷器以及布匹绸缎的气息。一位锯锅匠的嗓音本身就像锯锅一样沙哑而粗砺刺耳。“茂源”棺材铺里的几名青衣的伙计抬着一口巨大的黑漆的楠木棺材步履匆匆地向城东的一家钱庄票号里赶去,微风掀动伙计们皂色的衣襟,飘扬的衣衫使他们如一群黑色的蝙蝠。</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;mso-fareast-font-family:宋体;quot:;times:"><br /></span><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:宋体;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;quot:;times:">  雨露走在大街上,四处张望,市井上嘈杂的乡音使他有如做梦。街两边的木楼越来越多,布局和格调不尽相同。有一些木楼的窗户的格局和色调曾使他久久不能忘怀。阳光混合着市声,有如普照在唐宋年间市井之上。雨露从一家久负盛名的武馆的大门前走过时,伫立在大门两侧的武士和石狮子使他怦然心动,他想起了很就以前的一家镖局、一家由八名女流共同主持的“翔远镖局”。一阵浓郁的脂粉气息飘然而落,仿佛淑女含笑回眸。雨露正在诧异之际,就听见头顶上方的一座临街的木楼上开了一扇细长的窗户。雨露退至街边,仰面观望,见一个云鬓蓬松的年青妇人乌黑的头发下有一张粉白的脸,她将一半秀美的身子从窗户里探出来向街上眺望之时,雨露看见她穿着一件葱绿色的锦绣衣裙,薄施脂粉,双眉细如裁出的柳叶。一方雪白的云罗绫绢在她的手中飘扬之时,雨露看见一个年纪很轻的道士穿过下面的重重店铺直奔那木楼上去了。那位年轻的道士年纪不过二十,生得眉清目秀,只是面色有些苍白。雨露后来栖身于一家茶楼内以后,发现那扇临街的窗户已经关闭,窗户上挂着一只红灯。</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;mso-fareast-font-family:宋体;quot:;times:"><br /></span><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:宋体;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;quot:;times:">  午后,年轻道士摇摇晃晃地从里面出来,在一个铺子里买了些东西,用纸包着,之后便缓缓地向城外走去。雨露随着道士穿过拱形的城门来到城外,一直目送着小道士消失在一座山中。雨露望见那座山中白云缭绕,林木苍郁,许多的洞穴都掩映在一丛丛茂密丛生的灌木中,山中清亮的泉水如泣如诉。</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;mso-fareast-font-family:宋体;quot:;times:"><br /></span><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:宋体;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;quot:;times:">  街市上的人潮缓慢地流动着,一朵状如篝火的云彩穿越一些空隙之后,由北部的旷野里悠悠飘来,在那座临街的木楼上空停下后便再也不动了,仿佛一片会飞翔的草皮屋顶。</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;mso-fareast-font-family:宋体;quot:;times:"><br /></span><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:宋体;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;quot:;times:">  眼前的 情景使雨露情不自禁地想起了《金瓶梅》里的部分章节和明清时期的那些锈像的话本小说。</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;mso-fareast-font-family:宋体;quot:;times:"><br /></span><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:宋体;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;quot:;times:">  那天夜里,天上下起了蒙蒙细雨,雨雾使一部分沉积已久的东西渐渐明晰起来。雨露透过苍茫的灰白色雨线,看见一些身强力壮的中年的和年轻的道士、僧人长久地出没于一些良家妇女的居所内外。他们的手中不住地玩弄着一些颜色各异的药丸和一些飘扬着的药方。在那些曲折迂回、温馨而隐秘的居所之内,日夜都在酝酿和发生着一些饮食及其器械的 故事,故事的背景姹紫嫣红,一路平安。这一类的内容使得那些一向循规守教、冰清玉洁的良家妇女都不同程度地滋生了一种甜滋滋懒洋洋的感情,深长的药力回荡在她们的四周,常常令她们情不自禁,魂销九天。在栀子花怒故盛开的那些日子里,空气中始终弥漫着一种令人沉醉的长夜漫漫的气息。</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;mso-fareast-font-family:宋体;quot:;times:"><br /></span><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:宋体;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;quot:;times:">  就在那天夜里,他看见一为秃顶的中年道士将一条沾满了人体精液的白色汗巾小心翼翼地投入一只火盆之中。之后,便听见有无数赤裸裸的婴儿在火中嚎啕大哭,彻夜不休。汗巾在火中燃烧的过程有如翩翩起舞的鸟群,有如绚丽的夜晚的情节一样。</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;mso-fareast-font-family:宋体;quot:;times:"><br /></span><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:宋体;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;quot:;times:">  那年的雨水漫长而遥遥无期,很多人都以为是城中时常回荡着的女人和脂粉气息的缘故。一个夏天的黄昏,土改工作队队长刘青锋被人从梦中摇醒。原来是别有用心的人假扮他的身份与模样划着一条小船,护送着两名地主的妻妾驶进了一片苍茫无际的芦苇荡之中。土改工作队队长刘青锋自那个夏日的黄昏之后便一生落下了夜晚失眠的毛病。他们徒步穿越过一些破败颓废的旧式房舍,冲上一道长满了紫云英的山岗。那个时候,雨露就坐在那个深深的庭院里岿然不动,他背靠着那根朱漆剥落的圆形柱子,一条腿放在圆柱下面的一片阴影里,另一条腿放在阳光中。几只喜鹊和乌鸦蹲伏在红色的飞檐上,目不转睛地盯着阴影里的那条垂死的腿和阳光里的那条温馨的腿,两条腿的距离那时候正在阳光与阴影之间大步流星。他听见黄昏的芦苇丛中铺满了彩色的锦绣似的晚霞,清澈明亮的水流漫过一些劳顿已久的情节,将几具芬芳四溢的胴体轻轻托起,起伏沉浮。野渡边有一辆木率色的国防牌自行车,此刻就胡乱地扔在一片草里,那时候骑车的人都没有锁车的习惯,几只灰色的野鸭子围着那自行车来回走动,不住地发出一种叽叽咕咕的如同水纹似的叫声。</span><span lang="EN-US" 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哦也.又更新咯..谢谢木棉...吕新的小说我在网看过&lt;葵花&gt;和另外两个.最近打算把他的东西看完
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<p>也谢谢你的回贴,感觉有人在关注.</p><p>不像以前,一直是我独自在录入,然后贴出来.</p><p>那种感觉很孤单.</p><p>另:暂时没时间去校对改正.不过一定会去完成这个工作的.</p><p>再另:这是我的第一百零一封贴子,标记.</p>
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<span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:宋体;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa;quot:;times:">《南方旅馆之夜》</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa;mso-fareast-font-family:宋体;quot:;times:"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:宋体;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa;quot:;times:">  雨季如此漫长。</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa;mso-fareast-font-family:宋体;quot:;times:"><br /></span><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:宋体;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa;quot:;times:">  连绵的淫雨耗尽了他的精力,他现在突然有了记忆。往昔的时光令他孤立无援而又难以平静,他感到自己在一次又一次的雨后渐渐地衰老了。红嘴鸦常常随意出没,凋落下漆黑的羽毛。一部分整洁的衣带和许多不规则的土黄色丘陵在他的视线中被风吹得杂乱无章,造成了种种的假象。很多年以前,曾经有一支队伍从最初的某一个地方出发,途经那些低缓的丘陵去远方打仗。连绵的淫雨和飞舞的风沙使他们感到生命毫无任何意义。他们像一些顽皮而胆怯的孩子一样将身体探出城壕之外,观看城墙下的蚂蚁似的士兵和徒劳地滚动着的车轮。在一次又一次的喊声和火光交替重复的过程中,他们一举攻下了一座空城,之后又立即甩手放弃了那座空城。沿途的自然经管已不同程度地烙下了风雨的嘈杂的印迹,一位石雕的勇士伫立在那种灰黑色的背景中,花白的眉毛上布满了暗红色的铁锈。他们穿过了几个地方病十分流行的农业地区,沿途看到的都是三尺高的无枝无叶的老树和种种陈旧不堪的风光。许多的大骨节病人、佝偻病患者、麻风病人、“天苍”及红斑疮患者,还有众多的乞丐都在沿途列队欢迎到来的那支队伍。盲目而凶狠的蝙蝠成群结队地在灰暗的天空里盘旋,摇摇晃晃的姿势有如梦游,仿佛无数件农业地区的黑色的棉袄棉裤被随意地抛向了空中,以一种荒唐无比的姿势呻吟着,旋舞着。</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa;mso-fareast-font-family:宋体;quot:;times:"><br /></span><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:宋体;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa;quot:;times:">  白日里的一切都如同一种随遇而安容易渗透的水分一样漏进梦里,石周山跟随着一群人进入八月份的天气里后,睡意常常不期而至,梦中的尘土和苔迹遮盖了他的眼睛,空气中飘荡着令人心旷神怡的桂花的芳香,仿佛有无数个妖娆的女人在水中尽情地涂脂抹粉,尽情地放浪形骸。一些干净的和不干净的水流夜以继日地在千疮百孔的土地上继续漫无目的地流淌着,有如病体中绽破而出的脓血。</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa;mso-fareast-font-family:宋体;quot:;times:"><br /></span><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:宋体;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa;quot:;times:">  夏秋之间的距离相隔着如泣如诉的雨声和频繁出现的花期,雨水和花朵使一部分事物变得高大而厚重,使另外的一些东西支离破碎,难以成形。经常看见一些人修理被风吹毁后的篱墙。加固潮湿的地方,用绳子和稻草切割着岁月,删节着时间。</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa;mso-fareast-font-family:宋体;quot:;times:"><br /></span><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:宋体;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa;quot:;times:">  雨季改变了事物的形状和性质,远处常有沉闷的汽锤的声音传来,有如提示或召唤。平静的昼夜里,石周山打听到了一些祖坟座落的位置和方向,在城外的一座月亮形的环行山上伫立着部分碑文,每一块碑都曾经是一副春风得意的鲜活的面孔,都曾饱浸过风月,以种种的姿势策马而行,风雨吹动他们的衣衫,露出密布的阴谋和诡计。</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa;mso-fareast-font-family:宋体;quot:;times:"><br /></span><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:宋体;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa;quot:;times:">  进入八月的那些日子里,石周山深居简出,他常像一个孩子似地倾听着缜密的雨声,注视着桥下的流水。他深知事关重大,一切的世仇宿怨能否烟消云散都取决于他的信念和行为。他感到箭在弦上,他几乎每天都要由于过度的紧张和焦急而尿湿裤子。我再也支持不下去了,他们的从容与安详使我生命的页码在急剧地减少,凋落。在一片肃穆而大片起伏着的紫叶草中,他东倒西歪地到了山下。他的内心被一种激情贮满。在他走上一座拱形的石桥以后,他低头看见桥下的水里漂动着几只雪白的汤团,以及他手中的天蓝包袱的倒影。在更远一些的地方,他看到了明亮的蜘蛛网一般的古老的江南水田和灌溉系统。</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa;mso-fareast-font-family:宋体;quot:;times:"><br /></span><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:宋体;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa;quot:;times:">  石周山东倒西歪地向山上走去。烟水四处弥漫着,包袱里的潮湿的黄豆使他感到了时间和事物的重量。他听见那家公馆里人声嘈杂,纷乱的脚步声使一写守侯在大厅内外的人盗汗不止。人的影子围着红釉的茶碗和雕花木椅团团打转。盼子心切的米厂老板在一株叶子泛黄的吊兰旁无望地挥动长长的烟枪,视线内默念梵语的尼姑离他越来越远。他挥动烟枪,打落了吊兰。</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa;mso-fareast-font-family:宋体;quot:;times:"><br /></span><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:宋体;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa;quot:;times:">  在山中的一丛茂盛的马蹄莲旁边,石周山与一位赤足的道士不期而遇。雨水使他的削瘦的脊梁明晰地突起。老道士由最初的一个黑点化为人形,此前,雨水和腐烂的草根曾使他饥肠辘辘,他的赤足上涂染着龙舌草暗绿色的汁液。老道对石周山说,解除恩怨与制造恩怨同属一种浊流。朱红色的钟声飘起飘落之时,石周山望见不远处的一座湿漉漉的寺院,几名和尚和工匠正在修补寺院的红墙,在檐角上去荒唐而虚假,有一种极其不真实之感。老道离去之时,风将他的皂袍吹作一团,紫红色的里子飘扬起来。</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa;mso-fareast-font-family:宋体;quot:;times:"><br /></span><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:宋体;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa;quot:;times:"><font face="Arial">  </font>此时,石周山突然有了记忆。老道被风鼓荡起来的下山的姿态使他感到从前曾一度嘈杂的公馆里现在平息了下来,他听到一名婴儿在通往来世的路上哭叫不休,粉红色的双腿出没在沿途的风雨和草木中。</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa;mso-fareast-font-family:宋体;quot:;times:"><br /></span><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:宋体;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa;quot:;times:"><font face="Arial">  </font>雨季中的南方战事频繁,城墙阴暗,许多的河流支离破碎,尸骨遍野。眺望阴郁而低垂的年代,一些事物的表面上都贴着混乱不堪的时光的标签,毫无任何顺序可言。昼夜运行的日子有如腐烂的菜叶。</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa;mso-fareast-font-family:宋体;quot:;times:"><br /></span><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:宋体;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa;quot:;times:"><font face="Arial">  </font>河水里木船上棕色的草包迎风展开的旗帜消解了石周山的疲倦。在山下匆匆行走着的老道看见石周山出现在山上的一尊墓碑前。他注视着带有魏晋遗风字体的碑文。当他打开那个天蓝色的包袱以后,他的脸上滴满了水。包袱里的冰凉的黄豆与那本旧小说散发出阵阵酥烂的霉味。碑文上明晰的年代被一层绿锈凸现出来,漫长的雨季和战事使他丧失了从前的书写能力,他甚至忘记了字体的笔画顺序。他把手中的黄豆撒向墓碑,恍然中看见墓碑上显出惨淡的血迹和光影。血痕渐渐地漫过碑文,湿透了精雕的文字和年月。</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa;mso-fareast-font-family:宋体;quot:;times:"><br /></span><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:宋体;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa;quot:;times:"><font face="Arial">  </font>老道看见他做完这一切后,又将天蓝色的包袱皮揉成一团,扔到了寺院墙外的一条涧水里。墓碑后面突然出现的两名黄豆大小的僧童没有阻拦他弯成弧形的手臂。他们的谈话使他又重新失去了记忆。</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa;mso-fareast-font-family:宋体;quot:;times:"><br /></span><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:宋体;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa;quot:;times:"><font face="Arial">  </font>石周山突然失去了身边的书,他的肢体不断地在墓碑周围的一些地方小时,浮现。几名黄豆大小的僧童提着水捅和雨伞从一些残败的旧日石桥上匆匆走过。炊烟上升,人影下坠,每一处风物上都悬挂着雨水和风声。忙碌而自在的小僧童们穿过一些昔日的稻田和排水沟,将一座座黑白分明的房舍远远地留在身后。僧童们谈话的声音稚嫩无比,谈话的内容涉及到了从前的一只晾满了衣服的乌篷船,几个命薄如纸的旧人,还哟很多年以前的一场著名而为时冗长的官司。有阵阵轻松的笑声不时地穿插在他们的交谈中,致使谈话显得图文并茂,栩栩如生。僧童们注视着漂流在涧水中的天蓝色的包袱皮,一个手持毛藜扫帚的僧童看见石周山出神的脸上空空荡荡,痕迹皆无。远处,两名抬水的小僧不住地抖落着湿漉漉的僧衣。石周山感到雨水将碑文上的事件和时间泡得渐渐松动起来,血污和雨点逼到了忙碌而自在的僧童们的脚下,他们丢弃了手中的水桶和雨伞,在通往寺院的一条小路上跑动起来,手中的工具随着速度和姿势的变化而逐渐放弃,散落在沿途的草丛里和水坑中。曾一度聚集在墓碑下的黄豆这时都在雨中纷纷滚动起来。浮肿而透明的黄豆噼里啪啦地滚动在同样大小的僧童们的身后。他们从几座建在半山腰的白色的舍利塔旁跑过——里面安葬着已故高僧们的肉身和灵魂——他们袖珍的僧衣在奔跑的过程中如同一片片孤立无援的树叶漫山飘舞,他们的稚嫩如豆芽的喘息声回响在雨中。</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa;mso-fareast-font-family:宋体;quot:;times:"><br /></span><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:宋体;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa;quot:;times:"><font face="Arial">  </font>石周山在老道专著的视线里显出满脸倦意,他像一只衰老无力的鸭子和田鼠一样被团团围困在浮肿而透明的黄豆之间。潮湿的衣服紧贴在身上,现出了他的峥嵘的筋络和瘦骨嶙峋的骨架。石周山看见跑在最后的两名小僧童的肩上还个扛着一把雨伞,一把黑伞,另一把是红油布伞。贮满了雨水和风声的雨伞使两名小僧童跑起来东倒西歪,摇摇晃晃。他们跑至寺院的墙外时,先前曾一度忙碌如蚁的僧人和工匠们早已收工,阴雨使他们不得不提前返回寺院,结束了修补山墙和加固檐角的事情。雨水将涂在寺院墙上的朱红冲刷下来,形成了一道道破碎的血流,那些涂满油彩的没来得及安放的木头旋子都浸泡在水里。</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa;mso-fareast-font-family:宋体;quot:;times:"><br /></span><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:宋体;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa;quot:;times:"><font face="Arial">  </font>朱红的山门早已关闭。</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa;mso-fareast-font-family:宋体;quot:;times:"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:宋体;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa;quot:;times:">  下半年的气候似乎一如既往,雨中常常浮现出那家淡黄色米厂的冷落的门庭和阴暗的日常生活。大雨中的祖坟出现了难以弥合的水土严重流失的现象。碑文四周栖落着的乌鸦常常饥毙而死,或暴食而亡。固定在雨季里的是山下的几只乌黑的木船和一座废弃已久的磨坊。那些木船的上面依旧残存着几片破烂不堪的篷布,时常垂落在雨中,或飘扬在风中。磨坊前的水沟里能听到鸭子的叫声。</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa;mso-fareast-font-family:宋体;quot:;times:"><br /></span><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:宋体;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa;quot:;times:"><font face="Arial">  </font>那个麻脸的男婴从孩提是嗲就一直沉默不语地活动在老道的视线之中,他的面孔总是时刻罩在一把红油布伞之下,他无悲无喜地出入子公馆和载米的码头,每日走访城中的一些伞店。他时常撑着那把形影不离的红油布伞站在南方烟雨苍茫的码头上独自面河而立,久久地眺望。黄昏在风中展开以后,他在幽暗而潮湿的深巷里蹒跚而行。那把红油布伞就罩在他的头顶上方,或斜挎在肩上。他的种种行为弄痛了老道的眼睛,老道感到自己的视线越来越窄,日渐模糊而迷茫。很多年以后的一天,他终于走出了老道的视线。众多的从远处飞来的鸟雀一路伴随着他。秋日的寒风将北部山区的一片麦地和一片西瓜地连接处的一块洼地里的荒草吹伏以后的草棵和浮尘,不断地飞起飞落的鸟群一如从前,并没有使他们感受到什么不同的事物,他们只在秋天的光晕中平静地翻晒着粮食,脑子里折腾着一些简单而日常的事情。</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa;mso-fareast-font-family:宋体;quot:;times:"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:宋体;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa;quot:;times:">  </span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa;mso-fareast-font-family:宋体;quot:;times:">1928</span><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:宋体;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa;quot:;times:">年秋天,石周山提着那本旧小说里反复出现过的一种工具,肩上斜挎着一把满是褶皱的红油布伞,步履匆匆地逃离了诡秘而冗长的南方岁月。雨雾中的石周山如一只慌不择路的丧家之犬,广安寺嗡嗡回响不断的钟声使他东倒西歪地闯入了</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa;mso-fareast-font-family:宋体;quot:;times:">1962</span><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:宋体;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa;quot:;times:">年的那条背景深远的杏黄色的山谷。昔日的一切记忆和经验在他盲目行进的过程中都被山谷里的一些形状各异的风物和枝蔓一一地牵挂住滞留了下来,都一丝不剩地 从他的身上分离出来。</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa;mso-fareast-font-family:宋体;quot:;times:"><br /></span><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:宋体;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa;quot:;times:">  在石周山失魂落魄、一无所有的视线里,面色苍白的少年亡旗正坐在一棵披头散发的树下反复读书,书中的天气阴暗如铅,书中的人物稀稀落落沉没寡语,相互之间的言语十分贫乏而萧条。在亡旗的对面,有一座早年间废弃了的石灰窑,窑前丑陋的不规则的地段上堆放着一些粗砺而凌乱的劳动工具,但劳动的姿态和意义早已消逝,不复存在。</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa;mso-fareast-font-family:宋体;quot:;times:"><br /></span><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:宋体;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot:;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa;quot:;times:">  一切都在反复进行,回忆成为了那一年里的主要活动方式。反复地运用同一种类型的词语,反复地再现某一个时期的同一个场面。那些有关回忆的语言都密密麻麻地铭刻在那个时期的风中,在秋日的阳光里明暗均匀地奔走,飘扬。回忆型的文字使一无所有的石周山有如望梅止渴,在他弯腰采捡山谷里的部分碎片和早秸时,他听到了呼啸的声音,昔日沉寂多年的石灰如死灰复燃,纷纷扬扬地蒙住了他的眼睛。少年亡旗坐在那棵充满回忆的树下,那些缺乏想象力的树枝如一支支腐朽的手臂,他周围的风景是虚构的,他自己也被虚构在石周山无望的视线里——<br /><br /><p><span lang="EN-US"><span style="color:black"><font face="宋体">【木棉手工录入,转载请注明转自黑蓝及录入人】</font></span></span></p></span>
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<span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:宋体;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa">《在</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa;mso-fareast-font-family:宋体">1962</span><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:宋体;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa">年的山谷里》</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa;mso-fareast-font-family:宋体"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:宋体;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa">  沿街两边的店铺都早早地关了门,都掩上了各自的褐黄色的木板。</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa;mso-fareast-font-family:宋体"><br /></span><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:宋体;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa">  整条街上望不见一个人影和一件事情。褐黄色的木结构的街面整洁如初,僻静无声,只有木板上的花纹在飘走,狂奔。</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa;mso-fareast-font-family:宋体"><br /></span><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:宋体;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa">  夕阳西下的时候,一个灰黑色的捡垃圾的人物出现在街的尽头,他从一座有着狭窄窗户的房子后面走出来。</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa;mso-fareast-font-family:宋体"><br /></span><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:宋体;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa">  灰黑色的捡垃圾者在宁静而整洁的褐黄色街道里盲目而行,他的出现显得十分虚假而浮泛,有一种极其不真实之感。但他的一双叽里咕噜地不断转动的眼珠子和他脚下传出的那种迟缓的“哧啦”、“哧啦”的脚步声却使他的出现和存在变得确凿无疑,而晚风中飘来的从他身上散发出来的一种腐烂的腥甜气息更使他有血有肉,真实如铁。</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa;mso-fareast-font-family:宋体"><br /></span><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:宋体;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa">  一切都入木三分,栩栩如生。</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa;mso-fareast-font-family:宋体"><br /></span><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:宋体;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa">  亡旗在这个残阳如血的黄昏里感到自己衰老的眉毛上长腐了铜锈,风声呼啸着咝咝地穿越他牙齿之间的空隙,如同一些被摧毁后的杨木栅栏。夕阳蒙着他的眼睛,故乡的一道道低缓的褐黄色的门槛有如众多的纵横交错的田埂和水渠。许多部小说里的生活气息和写作背景都像疏密有致的蜘蛛网一样笼罩着他的脸和远行的计划,松散的文风和僻静的叙述覆盖着他的回忆与想象,支配着他的黎明与黄昏,暗写的清洁和星罗棋布的想象使他的衣服不断地出现飘扬的现象或冰冷的状态。他被许多种小说的风格同时困扰着,影响着,他在季节和昼夜交替的空隙里用手指按住飘动的书页,但杏黄色的酒旗仍在一些隐晦的门楼上飞舞。对于形状和色彩方面的运用与把握,在不久之后亡旗便已炉火纯青。对于小说中工具的记录和描绘,以及工具所发出的劳动的声音也日趋完美,并能为所有的器具都找到合适的堆放地点和劳动场景,就像那座早年间废弃后的石灰窑前堆放着的凌乱而粗砺的各种工具一样,那是一种貌似漫不经心实则困难重重的堆放才能,它的里面充满了激情和心计。</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa;mso-fareast-font-family:宋体"><br /></span><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:宋体;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa">  黄昏里单调而熟稔的声音使亡旗产生了强烈的睡意。昨夜的一场大风吹落了榆树上团团的雀巢和山墙上的燕窝,继之而来的的是遍地作响的落叶和干柴。亡旗面色苍白地在家乡古老的褐黄色的门槛上俯首而坐,枯黄的落叶纷纷逼至他的脚下。面对众多的一一向他展开的小说生活场景,他的记忆里第一次出现了淋淋的汗水,汗水有如陈旧而古色的铜钱。</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa;mso-fareast-font-family:宋体"><br /></span><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:宋体;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa">  夕阳使他的脸变得模糊而吃力。</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa;mso-fareast-font-family:宋体"><br /></span><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:宋体;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa">  在一条没有风声的歧路上,亡旗感到自己久已失去的记忆重新恢复了,书中的故事在进行到第四章的时候出现了重重的困难,故事停顿着不再往下进行了。路两旁的花朵和行人,失修的马车和沉闷的水磨随着停顿不前的情节便得越来越稀疏了,直至最后完全消失。第四章里全部是对于几处生活场景的精心描写,中间也涉及到了一些必要的自然风光和气候方面的事情。第四章里一个人也看不到,视线之内只是那条僻静而整洁的褐黄色的木结构街道。那个灰黑色的盲目而来的捡垃圾者此时就像是那宁静画面上的小小的一个污点或指印,他的出现和存在来自于一种不慎和疏漏。</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa;mso-fareast-font-family:宋体"><br /></span><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:宋体;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa">  南面一家封闭的店铺门前堆着一堆鲜红的桔子皮,严谨而整齐的褐黄色木板赋予它一种如火如荼的轮廓和意义,它如一堆冷静而规范的篝火,但不具有丝毫的温度,类似的火堆在民间的夜晚里一直十分普遍,代代相沿。深夜焚烧纸张和祭品,对死者的声声呼唤和劝慰的纪念性的景象在民间经久不息。</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa;mso-fareast-font-family:宋体"><br /></span><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:宋体;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa">  北边一座房屋的门前没有堆放红色的桔子皮,却有一堆不久前刚刚倾倒出来的草药的残渣,黑色的形状各异的药渣堆积在一起,如同一座停火后的瓷窑。</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa;mso-fareast-font-family:宋体"><br /></span><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:宋体;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa">  亡旗按照顺序,依次向街里走去。沿街两边悬挂着各式的灯笼,却看不到茶馆的牌匾和酒楼的幌子。有一家屋檐下悬吊着几副血肉丰满的猪下水,红黄的水珠滴滴嗒嗒地滴下来后,在地上形成了一种风起云涌、变幻莫测的异常复杂的图案。</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa;mso-fareast-font-family:宋体"><br /></span><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:宋体;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa">  对于沿街景象的仔细浏览,使得亡旗的记忆受到了阻碍,他感到眼前的事物正在重叠起来。透过严谨而密封的褐黄色木板,亡旗看到了那些房屋里正在发生的古怪的事情,突如其来的这种现象使他再无法进行回忆。他在这个残阳如血的黄昏十分,突然感到眼前的这条他身临其境的街道似曾相识,有一种令他熟稔而亲切的气息正在缓缓地无形无声地反复涌动,浮现。</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa;mso-fareast-font-family:宋体"><br /></span><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:宋体;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa">  这时候,亡旗突然想起了舅舅,他觉得在这样的一个地方很可能也很应该遇见舅舅。在一株迎风摇曳的夜来香旁边,舅舅身上背着几十斤醋和一部分稀少的粮食日夜孤孤单单地行走在一种模糊不清的历史背景中。舅舅的一只耳朵被路上的风吹得又低又矮,像一只露出土层的陶灌一样呜呜作响。对于粮食成色及重量的回忆,使他接连多日总是不可避免地踩碎昔日里的一些日常器皿。众多的地堡似的谷仓几乎耗尽了他的精力和心血,他不得不坐在一些土围子的外面残喘定息。远处辚辚的车轮声隐约可闻,河边的风将他拦腰斩断。他喝着乡间明亮而圆形的水,迟钝的水纹有如他的笑容。接下来,他在水中看到了自己虚幻而吃力的脸,水纹和笑容刺痛了他的目光。</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa;mso-fareast-font-family:宋体"><br /></span><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:宋体;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa">  对于舅舅的松散的回忆,使亡旗感到街上还流淌着一种让人难以却步的温情脉脉的东西。舅舅背着来历不明的一小袋粮食和几十斤醋被一阵风从亡旗的记忆里吹落以后,夕阳的位置深深地凹陷了下去。与此同时,沿街两边的那些数目重叠的掩有黄褐色木板的房屋顿时高大阴暗起来。从街口突然出现的一阵风吹散了先前的那一堆宁静而鲜红的桔子皮,终于使它变成了游荡在傍晚里的星星点点的磷火。它的出现,使亡旗感到昔日的一切即将就要全部结束,消解。他已走到了尽头,看不到任何的一行文字了。他吃力的撕开衣服的里子,越过细密的针线和母亲的裁剪技艺,他吃惊地看见了自己的生卒年月——那一行龙飞凤舞的笔迹使他如释重负,心平如水——</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa;mso-fareast-font-family:宋体"><br /></span><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:宋体;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa">  亡旗走着走着,便想起表姐了。</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa;mso-fareast-font-family:宋体"><br /></span><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:宋体;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa">  表姐在家中静坐,在一个看不见风景的位置上仔细地梳头,百叶窗的光影将她的头发弄得十分蓬松而凌乱。乌黑的头发让她感到无比孤独。在她的身体四周堆放着许多柔软而温暖的事物,疲倦和饥寒使亡旗不知道那是什么东西,亡旗的这种样子看上去就像是一个伤痕累累的人。亡旗看到表姐修长的十指弯曲着,如同某一部小说的一个结尾。亡旗知道表姐有许多柔软而芬芳的衣服,他一个人躺卧在那些衣服里时,街道上的那些房屋的是湖木和重叠的次数突然变得清晰起来。亡旗听到了天的声音,他听到天上有金属、木头、绸缎、瓷器和水。</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa;mso-fareast-font-family:宋体"><br /></span><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:宋体;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa">  亡旗走着走着,就想起表姐了。</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa;mso-fareast-font-family:宋体"><br /></span><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:宋体;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa">  亡旗走着走着,就听到天的声音了。他听到天上有金属、木头、绸缎、瓷器和水。</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa;mso-fareast-font-family:宋体"><br /></span><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:宋体;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa">  ——那年夏天,在那座废弃的石灰窑的附近,亡旗被一阵低低的呼啸声惊醒。他穿好被风吹散的衣服坐起来以后,看见一个麻脸的外乡人正坐在一棵高大的绿杨树下面,身边和脚下的无数的蘑菇簇拥着他,使他看上去如同一根虽死犹生的树桩,似乎他仍有足够的水分和精血使众多的蘑菇赖以生存。他在亡旗的视线里吃着一包风干后的荷叶牛肉。</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa;mso-fareast-font-family:宋体"><br /></span><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:宋体;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa">  亡旗看见斜挂在外乡人肩上的那把红油布雨伞时,目光突然肿痛起来。亡旗似乎已经知道这个人是谁了,只是想不起见面的地点和场景,山中昔日的石灰的旧痕使他犹豫不决。在他一起一落地将荷叶牛肉送如嘴里的过程中,亡旗看到外乡人的手臂上镌刻着许多豆粒大小的褐色的斑点。有一条小河那时正在距离他们不远的一个地方缓慢地流着,河水轻轻地漫过一些石头,发出一种娓娓动听的声音。外乡人将一只空空的酒壶倾斜到蘑菇丛中时,壶中不久便灌满了风声,呜呜咽咽地响了起来。酒液使他脸上的麻子越来越白,手臂上的褐色斑点呈现出浓重的紫色和红色。他的目光停留在石灰窑前面的那些腐烂的工具上,有一些草和紫色、白色的花从散乱的工具之间生长了出来。外乡人面对着亡旗扔掉了手中的荷叶和油纸之时,脸上露出了笑容。亡旗将那张油纸在风中展开以后,才发现原来是一部小说的封面,书名已被油污和辣椒所涂染,使人无法读出它的声音和含义。封面上仅存的一幅图画使亡旗感到这就是自己期待已久渴望已久的那部小说的封面。其时天近傍晚,暮色如铅。风将亡旗手中的封面纸吹落以后,一桩往事浸入了他的记忆之中。他看见那个外乡人穿过一些麦田和孤坟,许多地方色彩很浓的但没有任何实际意义的符号在他的四周隐现着。那种类似萤火虫一样的细微事物使外乡人变得慌不择路,身体在一片高矮不平的房屋之间飞舞着。时隔不久,有人在一片西瓜地和麦田相接处的一块洼地里看到了外乡人蜡黄的尸体。许多的草被压折在他的身下。一个清早起来赶牛的老人最先发现了那片东倒西歪的草,老人还看见有几垄红色的麦子很鲜艳地穿插在众多绿色的麦苗之间。奇异的生长现象使老人对麦种的成色产生了短暂的疑惑。老人抚摸着温驯的牛角,他望见四周比较平静,满地的西瓜有如众多绿色的头颅低垂着,熟睡着。清晨的山风吹不动任何一棵头颅,只能吹动那些耳朵一样的绿色叶片。几条绿色的蛇蜷曲着盘旋在外乡人的身边,蛇伸出粉红色的尖细的舌头,在外乡人袒露的胸脯上一下一下地舔着。蛇从外乡人的裤筒下面钻进去,又从衣领后面爬出来,地上布满了蛇的混乱复杂的阴险轨迹。赶牛的老人那时无意间发现了一种垂死挣扎的现象,外乡人在临死之前可能试图要在身边的土地上写下一行什么字,但最终却什么也没有留下。赶牛的老人后来用鞭子的一头撬开了外乡人紧握的拳头后,发现他手里原来什么也没有。那时候,远处的地里已渐渐可以望见一些稀疏萧条的人影——</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa;mso-fareast-font-family:宋体"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:宋体;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa">  亡旗一个人在街上走着,烧饼焦黄的气息和烤白薯的甜丝丝的气息远远地飘来。接下来的时间里,他看见临街的那座淡黄色木楼上的一扇久闭的窗户被打开了。亡旗看见表姐正用一根木尺将窗户支稳加固,街面上穿檐而过的燕子使亡旗没有看到悬挂在窗户外面的那只红灯笼。亡旗望见表姐穿着一身妃红云罗绣裙,满头的黑发依然如故,肌肤依然雪白如凝脂。更晚些的时候,亡旗踏上了那座临街的木楼。楼梯口的一个角落里堆放着几件陈旧的不成形的东西,似乎一触即溃。亡旗知道这些锈迹深重的东西都是表姐夫早年间的木匠工具,散发着一种难以言诉的雨水气味。</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa;mso-fareast-font-family:宋体"><br /></span><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:宋体;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa">  亡旗触响工具的声音惊动了呆坐在一盏灯下的表姐夫。这个昔日的木工已经拉不动任何一把锯子了,他常在睡梦中被一阵弹拨墨线的声音惊醒。岁月的流逝和生活场景的不断变幻已使他忘记了斧子的正确持法和木尺的用处。在昨夜短暂的睡眠中,他没有听到任何的声音。此时他听到亡旗触响斧子的声音后,绝望而灰暗的记忆立即摧毁了他的脸。</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa;mso-fareast-font-family:宋体"><br /></span><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:宋体;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa">  表姐夫,烧饼的生意还好做吗?亡旗望着表姐夫的一簇焦黄的胡须问道。</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa;mso-fareast-font-family:宋体"><br /></span><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:宋体;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa">  “还好。”表姐夫说。“那些当兵的和衙门里的人,还有街上的一些泼皮子弟,他们都给你表姐留着面子。兄弟,有你表姐在,我就什么也不怕。”</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa;mso-fareast-font-family:宋体"><br /></span><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:宋体;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa">  亡旗微笑着听完了表姐夫的叙述。秋风吹动窗棂的声音使表姐夫不住地谛听着外面的动静。表姐入室沐浴出来,洗净了身体,手里玩弄着一条雪白的绫绢。</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa;mso-fareast-font-family:宋体"><br /></span><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:宋体;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa">  表姐夫对着窗外出神了许久。亡旗看着表姐夫的身影,感到一些铁锈正在剥落,他凝望了好长时间,才看清了表姐手里飘扬着的白色绫子。在表姐的注视下,表姐夫吃力地挑起烧饼挑子走下了楼梯。表姐夫是去赶夜市,他矮小的影子在出门后不久,便被紧随其后的一阵风吹得无影无踪了。</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa;mso-fareast-font-family:宋体"><br /></span><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:宋体;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa">  一辆华丽的马车在夜色里遥遥远去,留下了一道冗长的呛人的灰尘。表姐夫跪在街头,一个一个地拾捡着四处滚落的烧饼,他的影子渐渐地湮没在夜色里。</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa;mso-fareast-font-family:宋体"><br /></span><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:宋体;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa">  那时候亡旗和表姐两个人谁也没有发现在楼梯口站着一个表情阴郁的人,楼道里的风使他的身体在亡旗的视线里飞舞起来。低垂的纱幔和摇曳不定的烛光使亡旗无法看清那个儿女的手中是否有刀。亡旗叫道:</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa;mso-fareast-font-family:宋体"><br /></span><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:宋体;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa">  “舅舅。”</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot:;times new 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roman&amp:;quot:;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa">亡旗的叫声使一道刀光呈弧形地切如了自己的头颅。</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa;mso-fareast-font-family:宋体"><br /></span><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:宋体;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa">  那个人试图掀起粉红色的纱幔时,低头看见一股血水已逼至他的脚下。难看而荒唐的脸色使他迅速地后退。他在楼梯口擦亮了那些杂乱无章的工匠工具。之后,成为熊熊大火。</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa;mso-fareast-font-family:宋体"><br /></span><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:宋体;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa">  表姐的一条腿从那些柔软而温暖的故事堆里伸出来后,腿上布满了亡旗生前的种种语言。</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa;mso-fareast-font-family:宋体"><br /></span><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:宋体;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new 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<p>更新这么快...好.正好我刚考完.这几天就看这个了</p>
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<p>这本书快完结了,大概还有30多页。</p>
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期待.期待哦...为什么我们这里就没这些书卖啊
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<p class="0" style="margin:0cm 0cm 0pt"><span style="font-family:宋体;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:">《在家族的山上》</span><span lang="EN-US"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:宋体;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:">  秋天里的一个黄昏,建筑大师晏风尘仆仆、千里迢迢地远道而来,他散乱的长发中夹带着旅途的风声。一路上,他不时地停下来在沿途的河水中洗手。</span><span lang="EN-US"><br /></span><span style="font-family:宋体;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:">  更晚一些的时候,他日夜行走在众多简洁疏朗的木头之中,他望见无数青色和红色的砖瓦重重叠叠,无边无无际。建筑大师晏应邀修筑一座巨大而别出心裁的迷宫式宅邸,其结构和建筑风格依据五世纪初期惠灵王石定国的府邸为蓝本,之后,再由萤火山人与晏两个人共同策划修订而成。</span><span lang="EN-US"><br /></span><span style="font-family:宋体;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:">  在他们经历了无数个不眠之夜,初步拟出了第一批隐秘而复杂的地下工程的模型之后,萤火山人突然大病缠身,卧床不起。</span><span lang="EN-US"><br /></span><span style="font-family:宋体;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:">  工期平静地停顿了数十年。</span><span lang="EN-US"><br /></span><span style="font-family:宋体;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:">  病中的树十年,平凡而琐碎。</span><span lang="EN-US"><br /></span><span style="font-family:宋体;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:">  萤火山人真正恢复精力和神智是在很多年以后的一次午睡之时。一位云游的高僧拂天而过,随之而来的一阵呼啸声将正在午睡的萤火山人惊醒。他比从前更沉没寡言了。云游高僧的袈裟在他的思绪中飘扬,他仿佛梦见了高僧手中的佛珠的数目。经过无数次的发现和彻悟,他落下了口讷的毛病,木讷的姿势锁隔着他心中众多的东西。在他努力回忆一些模糊事件的细节时,风水先生晏送来第三批工程的草图,那些曲折蛇行的通道和光影莫测的内室使他胆怯而虚浮,许久没有弄清房屋的数目和回廊的位置。数月之后,一座苦心经营的巨型迷宫已全部落成。栖落在红色檐角上的鸽子使它从外表看上去只是一片普通的砖木结构的民舍,与众多的住处并无两样。</span><span lang="EN-US"><br /></span><span style="font-family:宋体;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:">  府邸内外浮现出团团的紫晕之时,萤火山人感到一天的时光新兴将结束,盛夏的时间将短暂而贮满了黑暗的传说。被树影和山色弄乱了的夕阳照亮了花园里峥嵘的太湖石和厅堂的弧形轮廓。风水先生晏摆完一盘残局后,拢起了袖子,收回了黑白分明的棋子。他走到正在纳凉的萤火山人面前,低声说道:</span><span lang="EN-US"><br /></span><span style="font-family:宋体;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:">  “各处都已差人看守,今夜我将率领他们在新宅里守夜。”</span><span lang="EN-US"><br /></span><span style="font-family:宋体;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:">  窗含烟水、远山衔黛的气象使萤火山人没有听见晏的声音。接下来的夜晚风清月明,树影婆娑。当萤火山人的视线里飘扬起晏的灰色道袍时,风水先生晏查点差人的声音早已传如新宅的里面。</span><span lang="EN-US"><br /></span><span style="font-family:宋体;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:">  萤火山人听见新宅的门楼下人来人往,脚步声轻盈而纷乱。仔细看时,却见一群黄豆般大小的小人正在往新宅里搬运东西。他们低声地说着话,相互之间打着各种各样的手势和表情。萤火山人听见了他们谈论丝绸和节日的声音。其中仿佛有许多异常珍贵的物品,有不小心摔坏或磕碰了的,搬东西的人便会立即招来一阵低沉而有力的呵斥声,但却看不见发话的人,找不到呵斥声来自何处。小人们有着与黄豆同样色调的皮肤,都慈眉善目,都轻声说话,小心翼翼地走动。</span><span lang="EN-US"><br /></span><span style="font-family:宋体;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:">  过了酗酒,先前曾一度轻盈而纷乱的脚步声渐渐地稀落了,听不见了,大约是已经搬完了东西。众小人都走进深深的新宅里以后,只留下两名小人站在门楼下作嘹望的岗哨和门卫。这时,从远处有一匹白马飞驰而来。骑马的人仿佛在马上睡着了,他以一种十分荒唐的动作从马上下来后,大步流星地走到新宅的门楼下,对站里在门楼两边的那两个小人嘱咐了几句话之后,便大摇大摆地走进去了,门楼上的灯光着凉了他彩色的盔甲和腰佩,头盔上红色的缨穗在灯光里飘扬。</span><span lang="EN-US"><br /></span><span style="font-family:宋体;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:">  更晚一些的时候,数百名衣冠整洁的小人抬着数十口棺材从新宅里面陆陆续续地走了出来。那些小棺材有米粒般大小,通体都漆成一团黑色,棱角分明,周身绘有描金的线条简洁的图案。数百名小人抬着细小的棺材,边走边说着话,有轻微的咳嗽声和喘息声一直穿插在其中。</span><span lang="EN-US"><br /></span><span style="font-family:宋体;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:">  小人们抬着棂棺,越过一道上面生长着矮小苦竹的山岗后,便都消失不见了,夜晚的风中送来了油漆和木头的气味。</span><span lang="EN-US"><br /></span><span style="font-family:宋体;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:">  那时候,仍然有一辆袖珍的华丽马车依旧停在新宅的门前,马车上挂着一些龙飞凤舞的锦绣的帘子,车身上镶有翡翠和各种玉石。有一名身穿紫云英长袍的小人一直守候在马车的旁边,手里端着一个沉甸甸的精美贵重的礼品盒,注视着几只雪白的马蹄。系在礼品盒上的一条红绫丝带十分鲜艳醒目。</span><span lang="EN-US"><br /></span><span style="font-family:宋体;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:">  后来,从新宅里面走出四五个人,边走边寒暄着,说着一些告别的话和相互祝福的话。门楼上的灯光映照着他们的华冠丽服,走在后面的一个人像是久居在这新宅里的主人,正在出门送客。</span><span lang="EN-US"><br /></span><span style="font-family:宋体;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:">  宾主施礼告别的过程幽雅而细致。</span><span lang="EN-US"><br /></span><span style="font-family:宋体;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:">  客人中有一位身穿英格绿长衫的人,生得仪表堂堂,气宇不凡。他的帽子上镶着一颗价值连城光芒万丈的宝石。他手中的骨伞上题写着吴道子飞舞的手迹。另一位身披杏黄色斗篷的客人面容生得十分古怪而离奇,身上有一种半人半仙的清风道骨般的色彩,他削瘦的面孔和万丈的精神酷似夏天的一只山羊。客人中另外的两位像是两名随从或侍者,都一直低着头,在原地上站着,十分注意地倾听着主客之间到别时的谈话。</span><span lang="EN-US"><br /></span><span style="font-family:宋体;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:">  新宅的那位主人三十岁左右年纪,生得眉清目秀,一表人材,只是面色有些泛黄,有些苍白,像是久病在床。这位主任身穿一件带有金色皮毛的天蓝色大氅,胸前搭着一条雪白的狐皮领子,一直由颈上垂落下来。主人的手指十分白细而无比修长。在与客人说话的时候,时常将一只手掩在脸的一边,像是弱不禁风的样子。</span><span lang="EN-US"><br /></span><span style="font-family:宋体;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:">  优雅而细致的告别仪式结束之后,客人先后上了那辆华丽的马车。主人站在车旁,嘱咐客人明年的这个时候一定再来相会。主人说完话之后便放下了马车的帘子,马车在灯影里驰去,消失在苍茫而幽暗的夜色中。</span><span lang="EN-US"><br /></span><span style="font-family:宋体;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:">  风水先生晏这天晚上巡视完新宅的几个重要的局部之时,突然想起了晚饭前摆过的那盘残棋,无可挽回的僵局使他感到有些索然无味。他心事重重地在一道蛇行的朱雀回廊上走来走去,夜晚的光影在墙壁与接替之间织起了重重的障碍,形成了许多易于隐蔽的角落。对于这座由他本人亲手拟定并亲自监督修造的别出心裁的迷宫建筑,他一直怀有某种难以言明的思绪。多变而诡秘的建筑风格一直使他彻夜难眠。抚摸那些凸凹起伏的木制曲线和弧形风光,使他情不自禁地想到了自己身上的肋条和筋络。迷宫里的每一片瓦和每一根木头,都如同他身上的一块肉和一根骨头,地下工程里那缓缓而行的阶梯和水流,就是他晚年时平静而稀薄的血液和丹田。</span><span lang="EN-US"><br /></span><span style="font-family:宋体;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:">  临上床之前,他望了一眼窗外。夜晚中一动不动的树影和灯光使整座宅邸寂静得有些空旷,甚至萧瑟而凶险。晚饭之前,萤火山人上告诉他新宅里将要雇佣大批的仆役和丫鬟,用以填充那些众多数目的空房,使每一个角落里都能够有活生生的人的气息和踪影。没有人烟的空宅将更为凶险莫测,每一处都布置着难以预料的悬念和死谜。萤火山人早在新宅落成之始便想到了这一层,这使得风水先生晏分明地感到了一些什么。晏后来停止了咀嚼,晚饭的内容和室内外的气候使他有些烦躁不安。他在石桌上摆开黑白的棋子,借此排遣和抵消那种烦躁,但僵死的棋局和缓慢行动的棋子又十他索然无味。他走向灯火摇曳的新宅,横挑竖拣地训斥了几名忠心耿耿的仆役。</span><span lang="EN-US"><br /></span><span style="font-family:宋体;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:">  上床之后,晏打开了线装的《周易》,书中的文法和气息并没有使他轻松多好。多年漂泊云游的生涯使他习惯于在夜深人静之后一个人秉烛而读,千金难买的睡眠往往就由此而来,使他度过漫漫的长夜。</span><span lang="EN-US"><br /></span><span style="font-family:宋体;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:">  接下来,一阵刺鼻而恶劣的气息迫使他放下手中的书抬起头来,烛光烧焦了他的一缕白发。这个现象使他再无心夜读。</span><span lang="EN-US"><br /></span><span style="font-family:宋体;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:">  抚摸越来越稀薄的白发,他感到身体里的某些部位正消解为淡而无味的水。</span><span lang="EN-US"><br /></span><span style="font-family:宋体;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:">  在他迟疑不决的踱步声中,门外响起了一片欢声笑语。一阵轻盈而纷乱的脚步声平息下来以后,响起了咚咚锵锵的锣鼓之声。有人正在敲锣打鼓的过程中翩翩起舞。</span><span lang="EN-US"><br /></span><span style="font-family:宋体;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:">  风水先生晏开门之后,只看到厅堂的长桌上燃着几支寂然无声的红烛。烛光使正面墙上的列祖列宗的牌位变得肃穆而壁垒森严。两只青瓷的云瓶发出幽亮的蓝色光晕。</span><span lang="EN-US"><br /></span><span style="font-family:宋体;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:">  风水先生晏重新上床之前,看到了烛光中微微晃动着的一把雕花木椅。这个发现使一片疑云暂时停留在他的脸上。接下来,先前的锣鼓声消失了,重新弹起的是悠扬而淡雅的江南丝竹。</span><span lang="EN-US"><br /></span><span style="font-family:宋体;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:">  八音齐奏的迹象表明,有不少的人正坐在厅堂的烛光里。</span><span lang="EN-US"><br /></span><span style="font-family:宋体;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:">  三更天的时候,有一个声音洪亮的人从外面走近来对坐在厅堂里的众人说道:</span><span lang="EN-US"><br /></span><span style="font-family:宋体;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:">  “诸位先请用饭,沈公子和程大人很快便到。”</span><span lang="EN-US"><br /></span><span style="font-family:宋体;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:">  话音落后,便听见一阵杯盘碗盏之声。劝酒的声音,取笑的声音,对月当歌,吟诗行令,喧闹之声经久不息。</span><span lang="EN-US"><br /></span><span style="font-family:宋体;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:">  浓郁的酒浆之气从外面飘近来,弥漫在风水先生晏的枕边。突如其来的芳香使晏清晰地回忆起多年以前的一场盛大而豪华的酒宴。晏想起了促成那次盛大酒宴的一场著名而漫长持久的官司。谁也不知道那场官司到底进行了多少年,双方的诉讼者都已是各自的第五代传人了,他们双方对官司最初的起因和主要牵涉的事件一无所知,但官司仍然代代相沿,年复一年地持久进行下去。风水先生想起了酒席上的一个人,那个人多年来一直迫使风水先生晏不得不东躲西藏,四处漂泊,永远地陷于一种深深的烦恼和自相矛盾之中。</span><span lang="EN-US"><br /></span><span style="font-family:宋体;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:">  厅堂里的酒席行将结束的时候,果然有人前呼后拥地进来了。众人都起身相迎,彬彬有礼。大家都落坐后,谈话便在红烛的光影之间开始。谈话的内容都由一系列十分具体的事物组成,中心是围绕着一桩生意。</span><span lang="EN-US"><br /></span><span style="font-family:宋体;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:">  在这个过程中,一直有人在厅堂的内外不断地进出,来来往往,但都轻手轻脚。厅堂外面四周的地方还有一些手提“巡案府”灯笼的淡黄色小人。</span><span lang="EN-US"><br /></span><span style="font-family:宋体;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:">  风水先生晏在四风天的时候听到了他们谈论的那一桩生意。这座宅邸的主人沈公子已受命钦点,即将便要奉旨启程,巡查湖广、岭南。临行之前,将要转手卖出这座耗资巨大而庞博复杂的迷宫式宅邸。</span><span lang="EN-US"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:宋体;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:">  光阴荏苒,不觉又过去了许多年。</span><span lang="EN-US"><br /></span><span style="font-family:宋体;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:">  夏日里的一天,仆人万安沿路乞讨着千里迢迢地归来。多年的饥寒交迫的流浪生涯已使他变得疾劳缠身,年老体弱。多年未尽的使命令他羞愧难当,无颜而行,以至于当他终于望见昔日的旧居时有些犹豫不决,时走时停。他褴褛的衣衫和苍白的头发在风中飘扬。他不知道萤火山人已逝的消息,更不知道遗留的家眷早已别迁他乡。当他望见昔日熟悉的旧居已成为一片残垣断壁之时,只是含着两泓老泪,伧然地叫了一声“老爷”。</span><span lang="EN-US"><br /></span><span style="font-family:宋体;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:">  眼前陌生的迷宫式的新宅使年老的万安望而却步,他怀疑自己是在做梦,怀疑自己又一次迷失了方向。地上的草不安地刺痛着他的脚,风将一些石子从高处吹落下来,滚进了草丛里。万安的视线中飞舞着一些破损的丝绸和绳链,他听到两个云游而过的僧人正在边走边议论那座宅邸。</span><span lang="EN-US"><br /></span><span style="font-family:宋体;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:">  风水先生晏已经疲倦了,他正望着一片被吹落的瓦出神。当东倒西歪、衣衫破烂的万安出现在他的视线里时,晏不知道这是谁,晏以为是一个年老的疯子。</span><span lang="EN-US"><br /></span><span style="font-family:宋体;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:">  飘起的道袍使万安感到了一种什么。眼前的这位长发散乱,青色道袍的人此刻正在风中团团打转。</span><span lang="EN-US"><br /></span><span style="font-family:宋体;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:">  “晏,你是晏?你让我找得好苦,整整四十年啦。”</span><span lang="EN-US"><br /></span><span style="font-family:宋体;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:">  “都是或你早已不在人世了,都说你死于一次盛大的酒宴之后。”</span><span lang="EN-US"><br /></span><span style="font-family:宋体;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:">  风将一片青草吹低,倒伏后的草丛里露出了一具不成形的尸体。<br /><br /><span lang="EN-US"><span style="color:black"><font face="宋体">【木棉手工录入,转载请注明转自黑蓝及录入人】</font></span></span></span><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"><span lang="EN-US"><p></p></span></b></p>
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<p class="0" style="margin:0cm 0cm 0pt"><span style="font-family:宋体;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:">《</span><span lang="EN-US"><font face="Times New Roman">1950</font></span><span style="font-family:宋体;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:">年丰收在望》</span><span lang="EN-US"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:宋体;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:">  这一年的阳光里夹杂着许多的小麦和蔬菜。雨露独自一人在八月份的面粉中缓缓而行,徐徐上升,昔日的一切正从他的身上分离,剥落,如片片的羽毛或带孔的铜钱。</span><span lang="EN-US"><br /></span><span style="font-family:宋体;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:">  他建国许多的树上都丁丁当当地挂满了鲜艳欲滴的水果。在一些无风的夜晚里,他还听到了许多关于农事方面的古老的故事。面对昔日里的一些支离破碎的农业窗户,经常有数十件农具的响声里带着泥土和铁锈,慢慢地升起来,化入空中。他望见山坡上的住户重重叠叠,越来越多。石头的屋子和黄泥的窑洞高矮错落,层次凸凹模糊。天气晴朗如洗的日子了里,常有金黄色的铜锣声在平静就的田野上有如波动的水纹一样,一圈接着一圈地回荡,消逝。那些挟着口袋、背着柴草的农民终年如一地穿行在陈旧而寸步难离的故土上。数十里僻静而苍凉的旧土地上密布着众多的千丝万缕的亲戚关系。淡远而稀疏的联系方式像细密的血管一样遍布在他们的中间。他们黑色的本分而古老的棉袄棉裤上钉结着同样黑色的布制的纽扣或链子,腰间的红裤带年深日久。他常听见他们在弯腰劳作时肚子里响起的阵阵哗啦哗啦流水声,水声里漂浮着灰色的土豆和隔年的玉米。他听见羽毛凌乱的公鸡在他们的睡眠中长啼长鸣,彻夜不休。牛羊在他们的记忆里互相之间赖以生存,渐渐地都变得又低有矮。他们经常在半夜里的时候被自己的咳嗽声惊醒,经常站在草垛旁或树枝下小便。相互之间隔着墙头说话,谈论宅基地的面积和家织的土布,讲述一系列的农业和非农业故事。他们睡觉的时候都被农业的颜色轻轻地掩护着,覆盖着。他们终年笑眯眯地穿行在漫长而晴朗的或隐晦的农业岁月里,手里牵着不穿鞋的孩子去走亲戚,看戏,去收割地里的庄稼。</span><span lang="EN-US"><br /></span><span style="font-family:宋体;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:">  节日的是时候,还得去上坟。农闲以后,就躲在屋檐下一边避雨一边剃头。</span><span lang="EN-US"><br /></span><span style="font-family:宋体;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:">  眺望风雨兼程的农业岁月,他的视线一直被众多的山梁阻隔着,一直望不到很远,一直在昔日的乡土上生根发芽开花结果,直至最后完全枯死如一堆腐烂的菜根。后来的一些年月里,那些身穿黑袄黑裤的人都脸朝下背朝上地从他的视野里一个一个地消失了,如同雨后的众多水泡。</span><span lang="EN-US"><br /></span><span style="font-family:宋体;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:">  污水在门外日夜油汪汪地流着,这总让人想起乡村过年时的种种情形。地上的一些绿树在水沟里映出了坚硬如铁的倒影。秋天的一个傍晚里,一位死无葬身之地的外乡人拐弯抹角地找到了雨露。</span><span lang="EN-US"><br /></span><span style="font-family:宋体;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:">  外乡人住在雨露的一片夕阳西下的房子里,他随身携带的一只包袱湿漉漉的,里面不住地有很脏的红黄色的水淋淋漓漓地流出来。污浊的水流几乎消解了他的脸和记忆。那天晚上,外乡人对雨露讲述了许多关于旅途方面的故事。雨露那时候对粮食和蔬菜比较陌生,雨露一直以为那些土地的里面都埋藏着油、花朵和房屋。当饥肠辘辘的外乡人提出要噬嚼一只蹄膀和一把青菜时,雨露突然站起身走到了他的后面,像一个雨地里的孩子。</span><span lang="EN-US"><br /></span><span style="font-family:宋体;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:">  外乡人的不期而至使雨露失去了记忆。外乡人在叙述旅途故事的过程中,听到了一种暗红色的铁锈的声响,这种声音使他的两只耳朵如狼犬一样警觉地竖了起来,警惕使他的脸变得透明而具体。雨露看到外乡人这副摸样时,雨露就告诉他说在郊外湿漉漉的田野里,有许多的农民正在躬身耕作,他们的帽子里浸满了汗水和盐渍。</span><span lang="EN-US"><br /></span><span style="font-family:宋体;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:">  外乡人面色苍白地告诉雨露说,他来这里的时候,曾经徒步穿越了沿途无数古老的耕种制度,他看见昔日的一些法典像厚重的灰色砖头一样都整齐规矩地垒在一些高大古老的城墙上面,代代相沿下来的种种习俗像女人的辫发一样都盘绕垂挂在沿途的那些树上。透过外乡人断断续续的叙述,雨露望见了雨中的故乡,望见了昔日大雪封门的家园。</span><span lang="EN-US"><br /></span><span style="font-family:宋体;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:">  雨露曾经做过许多带有尾巴和触角的非人之梦。对于一直都寄身于优雅生活中的雨露来说,粮食一直是比较粗糙的。漂泊多年的外乡人因此受到了某种刺激,他用一种类似猫的声音说道:“我多孤独。”外乡人的话使雨露清晰无比地回忆起一些米黄色的树叶,那些树叶上分别印有风的舞姿和时间的队伍。</span><span lang="EN-US"><br /></span><span style="font-family:宋体;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:">  那天夜里,天上下起了小雨。雨露听见外乡人睡在那间房间里鼾声如雷,喘息如云。雨露的两只脚那时候分别放在两本书中。那一夜,雨露彻夜未眠。从书中第</span><span lang="EN-US"><font face="Times New Roman">283</font></span><span style="font-family:宋体;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:">页上刮起了一阵凉爽宜人的清风,雨露的身体被风吹着,像一只思乡心切的地鼠一样迅疾而短暂地从一些旧地上跑过,头发土风中的龙舌草一样向一边倒去。后来,雨露便发现了书中第</span><span lang="EN-US"><font face="Times New Roman">98</font></span><span style="font-family:宋体;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:">页上描述过的那条绿色的蛇。雨露摇摇晃晃地跑动在蛇的狭长的视线里,雨水使他的 两条腿粗肿痛痒,有如庭院里的那些朱红色的圆形廊柱。第</span><span lang="EN-US"><font face="Times New Roman">430</font></span><span style="font-family:宋体;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:">页开始的时候,天气正值一个事物重叠的傍晚,残阳如血,风光迷乱。不久之后,檐角与树木的枝桠之间便织满了银灰色的雨线。雨水敲打着书中的一些年深日久的屋顶,冲走了灰色瓦片上的尘埃和鸟痕。雨声使书中的部分生活场景变得空虚而遥远,晦涩之中充满了无限的苍凉。</span><span lang="EN-US"><br /></span><span style="font-family:宋体;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:">  面对密集的雨水和泥泞的地址,书中的人物久久没有露面。</span><span lang="EN-US"><br /></span><span style="font-family:宋体;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:">  黎明行将抵达之时,雨露发现那个曾经一度熟睡着的外乡人突然不见了。外乡人不辞而别,冒雨离去,只给雨露留下了一口袋高粱和半碗土黄色的小麦。</span><span lang="EN-US"><br /></span><span style="font-family:宋体;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:">  雨地里的一行泥迹表明外乡人已经非常真实地走了,但外乡人的他一条腿尚留在昨夜的雨季里。泥迹中若隐若现的一种丝丝缕缕的血迹使一片阴云出现在雨露看不到轮廓的脸上。雨露舔了舔牙齿,他感到嘴里充满了霉味。</span><span lang="EN-US"><br /></span><span style="font-family:宋体;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:">  那条异常孤独的腿被淅淅沥沥的雨水浇着,膝盖上和腿肚子后面都爬满了众多通体墨绿带有白色斑点的青蛙。</span><span lang="EN-US"><br /></span><span style="font-family:宋体;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:">  雨露在雨中往前走了几步,脚下突然穿来的女人的哀鸣声使他变成了雨中年的一尊不成形的泥塑。</span></p><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;mso-fareast-font-family:宋体"><br /></span><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:宋体;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt">  太阳落山的时候,雨露像一片不起眼的树叶一样又出现在街上。突然消逝的外乡人使他神思恍惚,烦躁不安。</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;mso-fareast-font-family:宋体"><br /></span><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:宋体;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt">  街上的一部分店铺已关闭了门窗,掩上了整齐而密封的褐黄色木板。另一些店铺的门还没有关,里面点起了灯,身穿蓝布长衫的伙计正在柜台后面打盹。灯光下能望见算盘珠子的幽亮而陈旧的紫红色光晕。</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;mso-fareast-font-family:宋体"><br /></span><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:宋体;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt">  雨露远远地就望见临街的那座木楼上的一扇窗正在暮色中敞开着,那只悬挂在窗户外面的红灯笼远看就像是一只熟透了的绽开了笑脸的石榴。雨露望见那位年轻妇人的苗条的身影在窗户上晃了一下,乌黑的长发高高地挽起在雪白的面容上。</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;mso-fareast-font-family:宋体"><br /></span><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:宋体;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt">  那个眉清目秀的道士是什么时候进入了那座木楼里的,雨露一点儿也不知道。外乡人突然失落的消息遮盖着他的目光。雨露只依稀记得曾经有一张苍白而削瘦的脸在他混沌的记忆里闪了下,留下了一股檀香的气味。</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;mso-fareast-font-family:宋体"><br /></span><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:宋体;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt">  广安寺沉闷的钟声在远处响起来的时候,他看到了暮色中渗透出来的点点红色,有如稀薄而寂寥的朱砂。他感到衣服的后摆被一种生硬的动作撩了起来。他听见另外的一些东西与他的身体一起呼啸着时,一辆华丽的马车正擦着他的影子飞驰而去。他被埋没在弥天的尘雾中,无法看到自己的被摧毁了的破碎的影子,他只听到一只受伤的燕子口里衔着泥被风吹过一些屋檐后再没有出现。</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;mso-fareast-font-family:宋体"><br /></span><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:宋体;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt">  浮尘散去之后,他仍无法自拔。</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;mso-fareast-font-family:宋体"><br /></span><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:宋体;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt">  他看到街角里滚落着几只形迹可疑的烧饼,这个现象渐渐地开阔了他的视野。一个头破血流的人像虫子一样蠕动在他的目光里,悬殊的位置和姿势及明暗不一的光晕使他无法看到蠕动者的脸,只闻到一种土咸的血腥气息。他转身的时候,感到一条腿沉重如铅。</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;mso-fareast-font-family:宋体"><br /></span><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:宋体;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt">  蠕动者的手抓住他的一只脚。</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;mso-fareast-font-family:宋体"><br /></span><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:宋体;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt">  蠕动者说:“告诉我的婆娘,我怕是不行了,马车压碎了我的胸脯。”</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;mso-fareast-font-family:宋体"><br /></span><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:宋体;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt">  蠕动者的血流下来时,雨露感到自己脚上的筋骨正在逐渐紧缩,痉挛而扭曲,眼前飘散着浓重的烟火和面粉的气息。雨露俯身细看,蠕动者短小的身材和另一只手里握着的一只烧饼使他认出了这个卖烧饼的人。眼下,雨露看见他下巴上的几根陈旧而肮脏就的山羊胡子正在夜风中软弱无力地飘动着。</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;mso-fareast-font-family:宋体"><br /></span><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:宋体;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt">  蠕动者终于因气力不济而松开了那只手。雨露的影子湮没在夜晚的人流中,他听见整条街道上都灌满了风声,街门上的铁环在风中作响。雨露摇摇晃晃地走上那座临街的木楼,昏暗的光线和肿胀的目光使他的一只脚受到了一种坚硬的回击。他捡起那把声锈的斧子时,斧声惊动了里面的那个年轻道士。雨露的脸暴露在道士的面前时,道士正跑动在雨露的视线里。道士苍白的脸与雨露手中的锈斧不谋而合之时,雨露听见道士说了一声什么。但视线尽头的一道粉红色纱幔下的一具芬芳流溢的女人的胴体使得雨露没有听见道士的所言。</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;mso-fareast-font-family:宋体"><br /></span><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:宋体;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt">  雨露踢翻了一只枯寂多年的木工墨斗,突如其来的声响使雨露分不清溅落在粉墙上的是道士头上的血还是他自己口中喷出来的血。<br /><br /><span lang="EN-US"><span style="color:black"><font face="宋体">【木棉手工录入,转载请注明转自黑蓝及录入人】</font></span></span></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot:;times new roman&amp:;quot:;mso-font-kerning:1.0pt;mso-ansi-language:en-us;mso-fareast-language:zh-cn;mso-bidi-language:ar-sa;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;mso-fareast-font-family:宋体"><br style="mso-special-character:line-break" /><br style="mso-special-character:line-break" /></span>
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