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1 I park the car, cross the small lot, and enter the center. There are only a few people inside—event assistants, and a handful of Spanish-speaking staff busy with the food. I have arrived before everyone else for the wedding. I go out through the back. On the other side of a narrow footpath isContinueContinue reading “A Day in May”

Photo de l’auteur 1 Little recollection remained of when the penetrating cold first took hold of him. It seemed to arise steadily from deep within and, each time it came, immediately spread through the whole body. The world had shrunk to a narrow black-and-white stream of dotted lights—silent, broken, and rapidly fleeing. All that remainedContinueContinue reading “These Mountains of Mine”

Guanyin Hills, photograph by 杨长福 in 1958 July 15, 1980. Tuesday. 11:30 a.m. Temperature 23°C. Humidity 85%. Cloudy turning clear, with brief showers. He and Yi Ying stood at the Haigeng ferry landing of the Kunming Water Transport Company, waiting for the ferry from Zhuantang that would take them to Kunyang. He was eighteen thatContinueContinue reading “The Ferry Is Here”

1980年，7月15，星期二，11点30分，气温 23 °C，湿度85%，多云转晴，有小阵雨，他和易英站在昆明水上运输公司海埂停靠站，等篆塘来的渡轮去昆阳。那年他18，易英19。
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刑侦队中队长李因培腊月28下午出警，傍晚才回到局里，错过了年前的全局大会和聚餐。楼里空空的。他人在采集工作站前插执勤记录仪时，队里的小霍刚好从餐厅回来，在走廊里碰到他，两人一路聊着回办公室。李因培一边有心无心听小霍讲开会和聚餐的事，一边往柜子里卸他的出警装备——手铐，警棍，执勤记录仪，警服。小霍问起过年来，他说明天腊月二十九，歇班，年三十至初二值班……点击故事标题👆阅读全文👆

Inventory of Small Affections 1 In the morning, Cheng Yi and I went to the car rental agency next to our hotel. It was called Ruichijie Self-Drive Service. Cheng Yi was the one driving, so she handled the pickup formalities at the counter while I stood off to the side, idle. At the counter besideContinueContinue reading “Inventory of Small Affections”

早晨和程奕去旅馆傍的租车行提车，叫瑞驰捷自驾服务的。车是程奕开，所以是她在柜台那里办提车手续，我做个闲人，在一边站着。傍边的柜台是另一个顾客，二十来岁样子的女孩，也在办提车手续，她身边站着个女孩，与她年纪相仿，两人长得极像极像。我听到那个在办手续的女孩问车行的服务员，自驾去泸沽湖，路上有什么需要注意的。服务员给她讲解的时候，我心理想，这两个人也是去泸沽湖呀，我们也是要去同一个地方。后来手续办完了，去车场取车，是辆黑色新款大众朗逸。颜色是程奕挑的，我心仪白色，但我……点击故事标题👆阅读全文👆

… 山中的夜来得快。等他在一段尚存的残墙檐下安顿下来时，四周已经一片漆黑。他在地上坐下，随后从挎包里取出他的 64 式手枪，放在身旁伸手可及的石板地上，水壶放在另一边。他把酸痛的两腿伸直，背倚在冰凉的墙壁上。稍事歇息之后，从挎包拿出一块压缩军粮，开始机械地咀嚼… 点击故事标题👆阅读全文👆

§1 He set his green army satchel on the counter. The store owner, a woman in her fifties, came out from the back. “What can I help you with?” she said. He showed her his work ID. “I’m so sorry, officer!” she fluttered, then turned her head and shouted toward the back of the store.ContinueContinue reading “The Assignment”