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一粒小球砸在头上,跳了几下后滚到他的脚边。他知道这不是铁球,不沉不硬,没有疼的感觉。也不是乒乓球,不飘。也没有咯咯脆响,而是闷闷的皮实。不用看,他就知道是一粒鱼丸。在它从头上弹到地面的一瞬间,他闻到了一缕鱼腥香。他环顾四周,四周都和他一样,人们都把头埋到碗里专注地吃着东西。热气从两边嘴角冒了上来,像雾一样一直蒸腾到头顶。热气里有各种味道的油香。他把目光落在楼梯口。他看到,一位三岁模样的男孩正向他做着鬼脸。他感觉这男孩很像他小的时候,不仅模样和神态像,而且举动也很像。他小时候
Hit a small ball in his head, after a few jump roll to his feet. He knew it was not an iron ball, sank hard, no pain feeling. Nor is it ping pong, nor floating. Nor giggle sound, but the muffled skin. Do not look, he knows it is a fish ball. The moment it popped to the ground from the ground, he smelled a ray of fishy smell. He looked around, surrounded by people like him, buried his head in a bowl and focused on eating. The heat rose from both corners of the mouth, like the fog has been transpiration to the top. There are all kinds of hot air in the smell of oil. He set his sights on the stairs. He saw a three-year-old boy grimacing him. He felt like this boy when he was young, not only appearance and demeanor, but also act like. He was young