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那天的婚礼颇有点戏剧性,已过去十多年了。那是他的婚礼,在一家中下档的酒店举办的,酒席并不多,新娘的模样也不清晰了。因为,我所在的这一桌,是整个大厅最偏远的一桌,没坐满,八人的方桌,才坐了六个人,三对夫妻。外面很冷,地上已经白透了,大雪还在不依不饶地下。就在桌旁,是一面大大的落地玻璃窗,因为密封不严,总有刀锋一样的冷风悄无声息地进来巡游,好像要从大厅的热烈跟春意中偷走一点什么,使得在座敏感的人们总感觉一丝不妥,却又说不出来,那样的一种烦躁,警惕,无奈。
The wedding of that day was quite dramatic, more than a decade after. It was his wedding, held in a mid-range hotel, the banquet is not much, the bride’s appearance is not clear. Because, I am on this table, is the most remote table in the hall, not full, eight square table, sat six people, three couples. Outside is cold, the ground is white, snow is still on the ground. Just at the table was a large floor-to-ceiling glass window, which was tightly sealed and always had the blade-like cold wind quietly coming in and cruising like a steal from the warmth of the hall, Always feel a touch of wrong, but can not tell, that kind of irritability, vigilance, helplessness.