一房子里空荡荡的,黎明前的黑暗已渐渐散去。外面的马路上喧嚣了起来。我坐起来抠了抠眼屎,习惯性地叫哥哥:哥哥——哥哥——我一连叫了好几声,没有听到哥哥的应答。我总是这样,如果他不应答我就接着叫,直到他应答为止。我的叫声像紧箍咒一样,虽不至于让哥哥头疼欲裂,也会让哥哥 Empty in a house, the darkness before the dawn has gradually dispersed. Outside the noise of the road up. I sit up and pull the pull eyes, habitually call my brother: brother - brother - I repeatedly called several times, did not hear my brother’s reply. I always do this, and if he does not answer me, he’ll be called until he answers. My call is like a magic spell, though not to make my brother a headache, will make my brother