一只绵羊,两只绵羊,三只绵羊……他眯眼踩着秒针的尾音小心数点着,有种大合唱里永远跟不上节奏的惶惑。数满五千只的时候,他伸手从床头柜上摸到备好的水和两粒药丸——安眠药轻捷如子弹,在狭长的食管中擦出一片璀璨,世界恢复本来的重量。无需开灯,房内溢满湿淋淋的蓝雾,这种粘稠的微光伴随如缕不绝的空茫每个凌晨准时浮现,像小剧场内熟腻的一幕,没有台词,没有动作,所有目光赤裸裸地射 A sheep, two sheep, three sheep ... He squinted his hand at the end of the second hand with a few cautious endings, a kind of panache that could never keep pace with the rhythm. When he was over 5,000, he reached for the water and two pills from the bedside table - sleeping pill swiftly, bulging like a bullet in the narrow esophagus, restoring the original weight of the world. No need to turn on the lights, the room is full of wet blue fog, the thick glimmer of viscous light accompanied by endless blanket emerge on time every morning, like a small theater cooked tired scene, no lines, no action, All eyes shot naked