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正准备穿衣服回去,有人喊我:“猫伢子,你们几个鬼崽子要不得,缺德。”我回头一看,是老九。我不好意思地笑笑。他又说:“过来,这边还有好家伙呢。”他虽是喊我,但眼光却是掠过我脑壳顶,看着远方。他看人历来都这样子,从不正眼看你。那眼光不是直的,而是飘的。可能在他眼里,从来就没有过人,只有天地与山水。我不蛮想过去,因为我手里提着满篮子松树叶子要送回去,屋里柴火还等着烧呢。鸡叫的时候,我就起床了,要到河对门光明山去耙
Is preparing to go back to wear clothes, someone called me: “cat prickly heat, a few of you ghost bastard or not, wicked. ” I looked back, is nine. I am embarrassed to smile. He added: “” Come here, there’s a good guy here. “” He shouted at me, but his eyes glanced over my head and looked into the distance. He always looks like this man, never look at you. That vision is not straight, but floating. May be in his eyes, never extraordinary, only the world and landscapes. I do not quite think about it, because I put the basket full of pine leaves to send back to my house, the fire still waiting to burn wood. When the chicken was calling, I got up and went to the river Guangming Shan to rake