他住在南城普普通通的土褐色楼栋里,小区内男人们穿着睡衣倒垃圾,女人们缓步遛狗,警示牌赫然写着几个大字:“请不要乱扔烟头。”敲了两下门后,足足等待了两分钟,才听到屋内有人移动的声响。这是一个两居室的公寓,门外两本发黄的电话簿摞在一起,就像两块年代久远的古代镇纸。终于,房门打开了,不过开门的人瞬间跑回了卧室。屋内的空气中弥漫着厚重的烟味。百叶窗闭合着。打火机 He lives in the ordinary city of South Tau building, the area men wearing pajamas rubbish, the women slowly walking the dog, the warning board impressively written a few characters: “Do not litter the cigarette. ” Knock After a couple of doors, I waited for two minutes before I heard someone moving inside. This is a two-bedroom apartment with two yellowed phone books stacked outside, just like two ancient town papers of old age. Finally, the door opened, but the door opened instantly to the bedroom. The air inside the house filled with thick smoke. Blinds closed. lighter