覃晓雅是中午离开的凤城医院,经过心内科护士站时,她看见一个鸭蛋脸的小护士正从一个男医生肩头捡下一根头发,随手夹在打开的书页里。在他们身后的墙上,石英钟刚好指向十二点。回锦城的火车是午后四点半,沿着医院前的大街向前走时,她忽然觉得自己该做点什么。她想,或许那样就能把兰姨的面孔从脑袋里赶出去,那个灰白色的苍老面孔。但究竟做什么,她心里一片茫然。虽然离锦城只有三百公里,但秋天似乎已经先来到了凤城, Qin Feng Ya is Fengcheng Hospital, leaving at noon, after a cardiologist nurse station, she saw a small nurse with a duck egg face is picking up a hair from a male doctor’s shoulders, readily clipped to the open pages of the book. On the wall behind them, the quartz clock just pointed at twelve. Back to Jincheng train is half past four in the afternoon, walking along the street in front of the hospital, she suddenly felt that they should do something. She thought, perhaps so, that Aunty Lan’s face could be driven out of her head, the pale old face. But what to do, her mind a loss. Although only 300 kilometers away from Jincheng, but autumn seems to have come to Fengcheng,