一我梦见他杀人。他笑着,笑容像平常那样漫不经心,空洞而貌似爽朗。他的笑会骤然停止,忽变为厉声叱骂。我永远摸不透他笑的含义,摸不透他的情绪。他笑着,像摔跤那样,正绊倒他一个朋友,手抱着他朋友的脖子,他朋友那张脸我曾经熟悉,在梦中只是曾经熟悉。他抱着那脖子,突然把那人的脸摁在水中。他的笑没有中断。他把那人拖着、扔进厕所的时候,我心中疼痛加剧,我醒 I dreamed he killed. He smiled, smiled as casual as usual, empty and seemingly hearty. His laugh suddenly stopped, suddenly changed to sharp verbal abuse. I can never touch the meaning of his laugh, can not touch his emotions. He smiled, wrestled like a wrestler, stalking a friend with his hand around his friend’s neck, a friend’s face I was familiar with, and in my dreams I was only used to being familiar. He hugged the neck and suddenly put the man’s face in the water. His laughter did not break. When he dragged the man into the toilet, the pain in my heart intensified and I woke up