1红色砖块垒砌起来的古旧建筑,历经岁月打磨后,在藤蔓丛生的墙角有辛辣的酸味兹兹的从下往上漫延。黑夜里几乎分辨不出它红色的外衣,只有二楼灯火通明的窗口边才得以看出泛着火橘色的砖,越往外越发泛紫。他躲在墙角偷偷抽一根烟,烟头的火光随着他的呼吸时明时灭,眼珠里的零星花火将他的整个灵魂吸纳了进去,潮湿阴暗而明亮。那是属于一个成年男子的笃定和不羁。最后一口烟被他猛吸进咽 1 The ancient brick-framed old building, polished over the years, has spicy scent on the vines’ corner, spreading from bottom to top. The night can hardly tell its red coat, only the second floor of the brightly lit window was able to see the glowing orange brick, the more the more the more purple. He secretly smoked a cigarette hiding in the corner. The flames of the cigarette butts flared as his breath went on and off, and the sporadic fire in his eyes absorbed his entire soul into the dark and bright dampness. That belongs to an adult man’s assured and unruly. The last cigarette was swallowed by him