半夏,蝉声急。院里的杏树荫被日光拖得很长。翠竹蜷在藤椅里不想动,已经一天了,快到煮饭时间,她还是躺着。邻居来敲门无人应,就将请帖从门缝里塞进去。翠竹看着帖子落地,也没有起身。她打开手机,仍然是看不尽的八卦和可有可无的新闻,关掉,再开再关,最后拨通燕子的电话。“回了吗?没有呀………”紧接着电话一个接着一个,都没有超过四句话。这是翠竹历来的习惯。凡是心情不顺或是精力不济时,她就将朋友的电话挨个 Pinellia, cicada urgency. The apricot shade in the yard was drained by the sun. Bamboo curled up in a wicker chair do not want to move, it has been a day, almost cooking time, she was lying. Neighbors to knock no one should, the invitation will be stuffed into the door. Bamboo looked at the post landing, but also did not get up. She opened the phone, is still endless gossip and non-essential news, turn off, then off again, and finally dial the swallow phone. “Back? No? ......... ” Followed by the phone one by one, no more than four sentences. This is the habit of bamboo ever. Whenever she is in a bad mood or is in poor health, she calls her friend’s phone one by one