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Chapter 4: The Bookkeeper The sky had not yet fully brightened. A gray white mist crawled along the ground, and the moss at the base of the courtyard wall was so damp it could be wrung out. Lin Chen was startled awake b...
第4章 会算账的人 天还没亮透，灰白色的雾气贴着地皮爬，院墙根的青苔湿得能拧出水。林尘是被鸡窝里第一声扑腾惊醒的。他睁开眼，先伸手往旁边摸。小满还在睡，呼吸均匀，但脸颊依旧没什么血色，像褪了色的旧年画，颧骨处泛着不正常的干红。林建国已经不在炕上。堂屋传来窸窣的声响，是胶鞋底摩擦水泥地的声音，接着是铁锅碰撞的轻响。林尘坐起身，把昨晚的作业本从条凳底下抽出来。封底那条横线还在，“进”和“出”两个字被手指摩挲得有些发亮。九块钱。中午。他合上...
Chapter 3: Nine Yuan When he pushed open the courtyard gate, the sun had already slanted west. No fire had been lit in the main room; a damp chill seeped down the plastered walls, carrying the raw, earthy smell of soil...
第3章 九块钱 推开院门时，日头已经偏西。堂屋里没生火，阴冷的气贴着墙皮往下渗，带着雨后泥土返潮的腥气。林建国把小满轻轻放在土炕上，粗布带子一圈圈解下来，勒出紫红印子的肩膀还在不受控地微颤。小满没睁眼，呼吸浅得像游丝，胸口起伏的幅度小得让人心慌。林尘把书包放在条凳上，没说话。屋里只有土灶里余烬偶尔爆裂的轻响，和父亲粗重却刻意压低的喘息。 九块钱。明天中午。 这四个字像四块生铁，沉沉地压在堂屋的横梁上，也压在父子俩的肺叶里。林尘走到水缸...
Chapter 2: Ten Li of Mud and White Pills The rain had stopped. Water dripping from the tiled eaves struck the bluestone slabs with a monotonous rhythm. On the earthen kang in the main room, Xiao Man’s breathing remained...
第2章 十里泥路与白药片 雨停了。瓦檐滴水砸在青石板上，声音单调。 堂屋的土炕上，小满的呼吸依旧粗重。嘴唇泛着青紫，眼皮半阖，手指偶尔神经质地抽动。 林建国坐在门槛上，手里那截旱烟已经烧到了过滤嘴。他嘴唇干裂，眼窝深陷，整夜没合眼。 林尘站在炕边，伸手探了探弟弟的额头。烫得吓人。 土法子只能压住抽搐，压不住热度。热度不退，人还会抽。 他转身走向堂屋角落的水缸。木瓢舀起半瓢凉水，泼在灶台边的破铁盆里。 林建国听见动静，抬起头。嗓子哑得像...
Chapter 1: Three Fifty on a Rainy Night The rain began at dusk. At first, it was just a fine, rustling patter against the roof tiles, but by nightfall, it had turned into a dull thudding against the mud. Lin Jianguo wra...
第1章 雨夜三块五 雨是从傍晚开始下的。起初只是瓦片上细碎的沙沙声，到了夜里，便成了砸在泥地上的闷响。林建国把小满裹进一件半旧的军大衣里，用麻绳在腰间草草勒了两道，转身跨出门槛。林尘跟在后头，手里攥着一把断了骨架的塑料伞，伞面早就被风吹得翻了过去，雨水顺着他的额发往下淌，流进眼睛里，涩得发疼。 去村东头土医生家的路只有半里地，但一下雨就成了烂泥塘。林建国走得很急，胶鞋踩进泥里，拔出来时发出“吧嗒”的黏响。小满在他怀里烧得厉害，偶尔发出...