杨雪果出门的时候,天还是阴的,能看到江上的云层沉重得像要渗出水来。江对岸的高楼大厦隐没在云雾里,模糊的身影时隐时现。天好像要下雨,她从门后抓了把伞,老妈追着说了句什么,无非是关照她注意安全,她不理会,匆忙出门。她走小巷,溜街边,穿过幽静的枫树苑。枫树苑里花坛竹影,小径深深,高跟鞋敲打着架空的木制廊道,空寂的回声零乱单调得让人心烦。出了后门,马路上一片嘈杂。两只脚探索着踏上高高的大理石台阶,银行的铁帘门正好启动,等候的人们一窝蜂冲进去,门口顿时大乱,像是银行里可以满地捡钱。杨雪果站在人群后面不知所措。想不到,几年时间,国内的银行遍地开花,竟然还不够用。她只能摸了号码,耐心等待。等她取出老公汇来的生活费,已经是两个多 Yang went out when the weather is still cloudy, can see the clouds on the river as heavy as to seepage of water. High-rise buildings across the river hidden in the clouds, the shadow of the shadow of the moment. Days seem to rain, she caught the umbrella from behind the door, Mom chasing what to say, is nothing more than her attention to safety, she ignored, rushed out. She walked alley, stroll the street, through the quiet Maples Court. Maple Court in the flower bed bamboo shadow, deep trails, high heels beat overhead wooden corridor, empty silence echoes messy people upset. Out of the back door, noisy on the road. Two feet to explore the marvelous marble steps, the bank’s iron curtain just started, waiting for people rushed into the rush, the door suddenly chaos, like banks can pick up money everywhere. Yang Xueguo stood behind the crowd at a loss. Unexpectedly, a few years, the domestic banks everywhere, even not enough. She can only touch the number, wait patiently. Her husband and other retired living expenses, is already more than two