天强点了一支烟,燃起的火光在黑夜里锃亮得像一把刀子。前几天,村里人给他打了一个电话,这个电话几乎断了他的活路。他想,我的命,就交给这枚硬币吧。要是字,只要事情没有下一回,我装聋作哑一辈子;要是人头,我就回去杀死他。硬币在空中上下打转,落在桌子上,挣扎两下,倒了。天强睁开眼一看,提起背包,义无反顾地出了门。第二天傍晚,天强回到村子,藏在村口的那个土堆后面。他知道,这个人每周五晚上从 The sky lit a cigarette, and the burning fire shone like a knife in the dark. A few days ago, the village people gave him a phone call, the phone almost broke his life. He thought, my life, give it to the coin. If the word, as long as things do not have the next time, I deaf and dumb life; if the human head, I will go back and kill him. Coins spin up and down in the air, falling on the table, struggling twice, down. Tian Qiang opened his eyes to see, brought backpack, hesitantly out the door. The next day, Tian Qiang returned to the village, hiding behind the mound in the village. He knows that this person fights every Friday night