雨斜且大,裤腿都淋湿了。胃潮乎乎的,有点六神无主,走过一条小街。小街干干净净,头顶上一根电线也没有,地面鹅卵石,店都上着不太古旧的门板。街的头里有几家门面开着,最头里那家卖熟菜,有烤鸭、酱鸭、盐水鸭,一个原木案板支着,掌柜按照客人的吩咐,半只、四分之一只鸭上秤。那秤是老式黄铜制,然后挪到案板上斩件,放入白色泡沫盒前垫一张棉花纸,套上塑料袋,从玻璃窗圆洞里递出。看了一会儿,胃还是暧昧地顶胀,什么鸭都不想吃。 Rain inclined and large, legs wet. Tired stomach, a little Liushenweizhu, walked through a small street. Street clean, no overhead wire, pebbles on the ground, the shop is not on the old door. There are several open in the street head, the home that sell cooked vegetables, roast duck, sauce duck, saltwater duck, a log board support, the treasurer in accordance with the instructions of the guests, only a quarter of a duck on the scale . The scales were made of old-fashioned brass and then moved to the chopping board. Put a piece of cotton paper in the front of the white foam box, put on a plastic bag, and put it out of the glass window. Read for a while, the stomach is still ambiguous swelling, what do not want to eat duck.