次日清早,连云镇还没醒透,沿街的铺板才拆开一半,炊烟刚起,杨过已经背着手走到了渡口边上。
他在连云镇住了一夜,客栈的稻草褥子硬邦邦的,比古墓里那张白狐皮地毯差远了,他却睡得极好,一觉到天亮,翻了个身,日头还没出来便醒了,索性起来,沿着街走到头,发现前头是一片水声。
汉水在此处拐了个弯,冬日水位低,河滩宽阔,湿漉漉的黑泥延伸出去十几丈,几只白鹭站在浅水里,一动不动,像是石头雕的。渡口的青石台阶长满了青苔,几条乌篷船系在木桩上,随水轻轻摇晃,缆绳绷着,发出低沉细微的嘎吱声。
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