{引子}能被一千零一整除的数字可真少,像我们不吵架的时刻那么少。我对这世界没什么耐心,不碰电视和书本,更不耐烦和人讲理。可是你来了,你把手印按得满屋都是,墙纸背后,烟囱内壁,我们的掌纹渐渐长在一起。屋子中了蛊。我们每天跺脚诅咒要离开这间鬼屋,却谁也无法迈出一步。直到头上的天窗成了屋里唯一没被摔碎的玻璃器皿,月亮在其中辗转调色,变幻出幽灵的纹样。 There are really few numbers that can be divided by one thousand and one, as little as when we did not quarrel. I have no patience in this world, do not touch TV and books, but more impatient and rational people. But you come, you press the house full of fingerprints are, behind the wallpaper, the inner wall of the chimney, our palms gradually grow together. The house was insane. We curse every day to leave the haunted house, but no one can take a step. Until the head of the sunroof has become the only glass in the house was not smashed, the moon was tonal, changing patterns of specter.