老丁的馒头铺子开到第十个年头,突然挂出一张告示:“择日歇业,请上别家。”字迹歪歪扭扭,写在带着油渍的纸上,用一根塑料绳从门梁上悬下来,不高不低,正好在每次老丁进进出出的时候刮着他那油光的脑门儿。熟客们从歪七扭八的队伍里探出头的时候,正好看到那张纸被一人多高的笼屉里蒸腾出来的热气吹得打着转儿,有好事的就伸长了脖 Laoding’s bread shop opened in the tenth year and suddenly hung up a notice: “Closing out of business, please go to other families.” Handwriting twisted, written on a piece of paper with grease, with a plastic cord from the door The beam hung down, high and low, just before every old man came in and out and scratched his shiny head. When the regulars snatched their heads out of the team, they saw exactly how the sheet of paper was blown by the enthusiasm of the steamer in one high drawer. If there was anything good, it stretched the neck.