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上海入了9月,天气还是不可救药的潮热。哪怕只是出门倒个垃圾,离开空调的庇佑立马黏腻得像一块澡堂地上的肥皂。毛孔开开合合,既不是清凉无汗的干爽,又做不到大汗淋漓后的痛快,着实叫人郁闷。这样的天气,我宁可无聊死,也不想出去做一块勤劳的肥皂。傍晚,在房间磨磨蹭蹭,看着时间,已经过了6点的大半,腹中空空。脑海里,却想起了一种食物的滋味。那是在学校南区外的街道上,众多路边摊子里的一个馄饨车。做的是沪式的地道小馄饨,碗里放着虾米、紫菜和干丝,混着香菜和一堆不明所以的调味粉。一个锅里是开水,
Shanghai into September, the weather is still hopeless hot flashes. Even just go out and pour a rubbish, leaving the air-conditioned blessing immediately like a piece of bath soap on the ground. Pores open and close, neither cool and dry sweat, sweating can not do after the happy, really depressed people. This weather, I would rather boring to die, do not want to go out to do a hard-working soap. In the evening, in the room to rub over, looked at the time, already after more than 6 o’clock, abdomen empty. Mind, but remembered a taste of food. It was a wicker car in the streetside stalls on the streets outside the southern district of the school. Made in Shanghai-style authentic small wonton, bowl of shrimp, seaweed and dried silk, mixed with parsley and a bunch of unknown so the seasoning powder. A pot is boiling water,