在我作坊对面那间低矮潮湿的土房子里，住着一位重病缠身的外地年轻人。据说为治病度生，他欠下了不少债务，也常常有人上门向他追索债款。一天深夜，他叩响了我油坊的门。我很奇怪：一向足不出户、沉默内向、极少与人交往的他，这么晚了找我干啥？“我想——买几斤菜油。... In the low, damp, earthy house opposite my workshop, there lived a seriously ill young man in the field. It is said that for medical treatment, he owed a lot of debt, but also often someone came to him to pursue debt. One night later, he knocked on the door of my oil mill. I am very strange: always stay at home, silent introverted, very few contacts with him, so late for me to do what? "I think - buy a few pounds of vegetable oil ....