母亲一推开家门,便央求着王生给她把脉。“哎呀,几个月不见你,皮肤都差了。”母亲的声音是沙哑的,像是海螺里听到的风。黑暗里,她趿着平底凉鞋,踩在实木地板上,双手插在阔腿牛仔裤兜里,双脚微微外八,目不斜视地朝客厅的圆桌走去,一屁股坐在餐椅上,她白色雪纺的无袖上衣,在黑暗里反着光。“啪——”王生在不远处按亮了客厅的灯,整个家才被点亮了。 As soon as the mother pushed her door, she begged Wang Sheng to give her the pulse. “Oh, a few months without you, the skin is poor.” Mother’s voice is hoarse, like the wind heard in the conch. Darkness, she was wearing a flat sandals, stepping on the solid wood floor, his hands in the wide leg jeans pocket, his legs slightly outside eight, headless looking at the round table toward the living room, sitting in a chair, her Sleeveless white chiffon blouse, in the darkness against the light. “Snap - ” Wang Sheng in the not far from the living room lights, the entire home was lit.