老头拄着拐棍

        站在人群最外面

        伸长脖子往里看

        空气里弥漫着一股味道

        不是集市该有的那种味道

        是血

        是死囚押来之前

        刽子手磨刀留下的血腥味

        我和媚娘站在人群最边上

        她穿着素服

        头上扎着白布条

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