1一堵墙,两条人命,一对死仇。事情已过去一周了,危皑看着电脑屏幕上显示的那篇《宝石镇政府非法强拆草菅人命》的报道,依然感觉有些恍惚。电话是凌晨1点25分打进来的,危皑关机前看了一眼电脑屏幕右下角的时间。他伸手使劲地在脸上搓揉了几下,像做兰州拉面的师傅搓面团一般,手心上很快沾上了一层粘糊糊的汗渍,还有粗 A wall, two lives, a pair of vendettas. It has been a week since the end of the war. Watching the reports on the computer screen that “the Geocheng government has illegally taken orders and harassed the grass,” it still feels somewhat trancey. The phone was hit at 1:25 am, and the screen was shut down at the lower right corner of the computer screen before it was turned off. He reached out and rubbed hard on his face a few times, like a master doing rubbing dough in Lanzhou noodles, palms quickly stained with a layer of sticky perspiration, and crude