1站在山上看汾水村,就是锅底的那一洼尘,山上搭着一条灰白的带子,那是村子的出口,平常都很寂静。进了村子,低沉着褐色面孔的房屋相互逼视着而又相互哀怜着。卢小堰揣着个用塑料薄膜包着的纸包,像内急了找不到茅厕的人四下里张望。他不敢看这个小纸包,更不能抓在手里,一碰就觉得烫手,血淋淋的,仿佛杨爽就在面前紧紧地盯着他,声音低低地说,还是朋友呢!杨爽,你看球甚哩,你都已经走了,不会不让我活吧。卢小堰脸涨成猪肝色,吞咽一下口水。脚下突然就起了个很大的旋 1 standing in the mountains to see Fen Shui Village, that is the bottom of the pot that dust, the mountain lays a gray belt, it is the exit of the village, usually very quiet. Into the village, dark brown face with each other as the house facing each other with pity. Lu Xiaoyan Chuaizhe a plastic film wrapped in paper bags, like the urgency of those who can not find the toilet looked around. He did not dare to look at this small paper bag, but can not grasp it in his hand, touching it felt hot, bloody, as if Yang Shuang was staring at him tightly, low voice, or friend! Yang Shuang, You see the ball is even mile, you have already gone, will not let me live it. Lu Xiaoyan face rose pig liver, swallowing saliva. Suddenly the foot played a very big spin