一上车,我就坐到了最后一排,这是我的习惯。我眯缝着眼装出瞌睡的样子,但锐利的眼神像锋利的刀片,割开耷拉的眼皮,扫视着车厢里的每一个人。车里不算挤,过道上只有两个站着的男子。一个个子墩实,头发梳得滑溜溜的,在后脑勺扎成条粗粗的马尾。另一个高高的,瘦巴巴的,一脸恹恹欲睡的病相。两人故意装出不认识的样子。但凭直觉,我觉得这两个人有着某种默契和秘密。另外有个一脸精明的小平头,坐在我的左手边。这三个有些神秘的家伙,让我充满了好奇。 Once on the bus, I sat in the last row, this is my habit. I squinted and looked sleepy, but sharp eyes like a sharp blade, cut open and eyelids, glancing at everyone in the compartment. The car is not crowded, there are only two men standing in the hallway. One by one piers, hair combing slippery, tied in the back of the head into a thick ponytail. Another tall, skinny, look sluggish disease phase. Two people deliberately pretend not to recognize the way. But intuition, I think these two people have some kind of tacit understanding and secret. In addition there is a shrewd little flat face, sitting on my left hand side. These three mysterious guy, let me full of curiosity.