指节泛白

        金属壳的锈迹硌得掌心发疼

        陈默一掌拍在摊面上

        旧台灯晃了晃

        灯泡的光晕跟着颤抖

        “说

        这录像带哪来的

        ”他的声音刚落

        录像带的标签突然变了——不是手写的“旧影碟”

        是满满一盘油光发亮的瘦包

        金黄的油珠顺着包褶往下滴

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