我已经病了。尽管我不愿意承认,但这是事实。整个下午,我坐在屋子里,保持一个相同的姿势,直到夜色侵吞这座城市。霓虹灯渐次亮起,我起身,走到书柜前,摸索着取出一个盒子。盒子是用木头制造的,很普通,侧面,一只雄鹰展翅欲飞。盒子里面,藏着七张名片。——为什么是七张,而不是六张,或者八张?其中原因,我已经想不起来了。我能想到的是,一年前,我通过各种途径,收集了这些 I’m sick Although I do not want to admit, this is a fact. Throughout the afternoon, I sat in the room, keeping the same posture until the night embezzled the city. Neon lights gradually lit, I got up, walked to the bookcase, groping to remove a box. Box is made of wood, very ordinary, side, an eagle wings to fly. Inside the box, hidden seven business cards. - Why is seven, not six, or eight? The reason, I can not remember. What I can think of is that a year ago, I collected these through various channels