1其其格又在拉马头琴。她的房间亮着四盏灯。今夜应该是2013年除夕夜,也可能是2016年除夕夜。计较哪一年没必要,其其格对凡俗的事一概不理。反正在她眼里,哪一年的除夕夜,北京的夜空都不下雪,只是爆竹与烟花的纸沫碎片像雪花一起坠落。其其格房间不大。床尾衣架上挂着一件儿童穿的绿色小蒙古袍,已经陈旧。其其格的手机现在就装在那个小袍子的兜儿里。手机在震动,有父 1 The grid is in Rama Tune. Her room is lit with four lights. Tonight should be 2013 New Year’s Eve, it could be 2016 New Year’s Eve. Regardless of which year is not necessary, the grid ignore all the commonplace. Anyway, in her eyes, what year of New Year’s Eve, Beijing’s night sky is not snowing, but pieces of firecrackers and fireworks foam fragments fall together like snowflakes. The grid room is not large. A green Mongolian gown, worn by a child, hung on the bedside hanger, which was old. The cell phone is now installed in the pocket of that little robe. Phone is shaking, there is father