一雪越下越大,天地间白茫茫的一大片。街上偶有行人,匆匆而过。郎建是其中一员,他的头上、身上堆了白雪,人肿了,像只黑熊。郎建的脚深陷雪中,走一下,脚底就咯咕地响一下。他是要去舒楷老师家。舒楷老师家在小巷的深处,小巷太深,又逼仄,有些落寞的味道。这是百年老城的一隅,因为太窄小,因为太偏僻,曾经的战乱与它无关,曾经的破四旧也没有太多的影响到它。小巷的两边,都是些古旧的木门,黑黑的。阴森逼人的墙,却是青砖砌就,因为潮湿,便偶有苔痕,在杂乱的草间起起伏伏,在高高矮矮的墙面上隐隐没没。舒老师曾在市里的理工大 A snow is getting bigger and bigger, a vast expanse of white between heaven and earth. Occasional pedestrians on the street, hurried past. Lang Jian is one of them, his head, his body piled snow, swollen, like a black bear. Lang Jian feet deep in the snow, walk about, solemnly gurgling on the solemn look. He is going to Shu Kai teacher home. Shu Kai teacher home in the alley in the depths, alley is too deep, and cramped, some lonely taste. This is a corner of the hundred-year-old city because it is too narrow because it is so remote that the previous war has nothing to do with it and that the once-broken four olds did not affect it too much. Alley on both sides, are some ancient wooden doors, black. Dark wall, but it is brick, because wet, occasionally there are moss marks, ups and downs in the mess between the grass, in the dwarf walls faint no. Shu teacher in the city of Polytechnic big