朱小华坐在摊子旁边的小板凳上,头猛一勾,身子一歪,滑了下去,一屁股坐在了地上。他拍了拍额头,扯了扯眼皮,睁开眼睛,抹了一把嘴角拉下来的口水,瞄了瞄院子和房子。房子的窗口大都黑洞洞的,只有一两家的还昏昏地亮着,像悬在空中的灯笼。一长两短沙哑的喇叭声响过,朱福贵开着满载废弃纸箱的三轮车“突突突”地进了院子。就在这时,柳依依爬上了窗台,稍一犹豫,从四楼纵身跳了下去,随之飘落的是漫天飞扬的百元钞票…… Zhu Xiaohua sitting on the bench beside the small bench, a fierce head hook, body crooked, slid down, sat down on the ground. He patted his forehead, pulled his eyelids, opened his eyes, wiped a saliva drooling down his mouth, and aimed at the yard and the house. Most of the windows of the house are dark, and only one or two of them are still lit up, like hanging lanterns in the sky. A long, short hoarse horn rang, Zhu Fugui drove a tricycle full of discarded cardboard boxes “sudden process ” into the yard. Just then, Liu Yiyi climbed the windowsill, a little hesitation, jumped up from the fourth floor, followed by the sky is flying hundred dollar bills ... ...