1北街是塘镇最古老的一条街,房子又老又旧,雨季来临之时,屋顶的瓦片都长出了绿绿的霉菌。路边高低不平挤挤挨挨的小楼年代久远,不论光线如何腾挪跳跃都照不进一楼的大堂,白天也黑灯瞎火的。安的还是老旧的电线,一条摸起来略微粗糙的线在底部打了个结,从墙上垂下来,人进去一拉,咔嚓一声,昏黄黄的灯泡应声而亮。老郑每次从机关大道的龙凤茶楼回到家,总习惯摸着墙,抓到那条线,才安下心来。他对家里的桌桌椅椅、锅碗瓢盆的安放了然于胸,哪怕是闭着眼睛也绝对不会撞上。他摸着线,走上一段,直到扯不了了,才心有不甘地将线一甩。这时,他已经走到里屋了。里屋别有一 1 North Street is the oldest street in Tang Town. The houses are old and new. When the rainy season is approaching, the roof tiles all grow green and green molds. Unevenly crowded street crowded to endure the small building age, regardless of how the light jumps are not according to jump into the lobby of the first floor, the daylight is blind. An old or old wire, a slightly rough line felt a knot at the bottom, hanging down from the wall, people come in a pull, click, dim yellow light bulbs and bright. Lao Zheng every time from the Dragon Avenue restaurant Avenue House back home, always used to touch the wall, caught that line, only to settle down. He placed tables and chairs at home, chairs and pots and pans placed in the chest, even if it is closed eyes will never hit. He touched the line, walked on for a while, until it can not pull up, the heart has an unwilling to throw the line. At this time, he has come to the back room. Do not have a house