一民国十三年,秋。那片窄小的贫户区竟然到现在还没有拆除,在城市郊区的一角,和周围大多房子一样,裸露着墙砖。晚风微凉,落叶飞舞,此景已然和从前已经大有差别,便是故人也早已在人群中失去消息。如此一想,更显得晚秋萧瑟,黯然神伤旧人归。康永泽独自站在那片小楼前,五年前这里还不是这样,房子虽然破旧,但到处都是干干净净,如今四下都是灰尘,显得死气沉沉,似乎已经好久都没 A Republic of China thirteen years, autumn. The narrow, poor neighborhood has not been demolished until now, just like most of the surrounding houses, bare walls in the corner of the city’s suburbs. The breeze is cool and the leaves are flying. This scene has already been greatly different from what it used to be, that is why the deceased people have already lost their message in the crowd. Such a thought, even more bleak in late autumn, sadly depraved the old man. Kang Yongze stand alone in that piece of small building, five years ago, this is not the case here, although the old house, but everywhere clean, and now all four are dust, it seems dead, it seems a long time no