腊月二十八的早晨,石娃去给哲大叔送柴。
前两天风大,他劈了几根松木段子,捆成两捆,搁在自家门口。昨晚想着老人那边的柴火用得差不多了,今天早起把这两捆都背过去。
哲大叔住在村子西头的一孔旧窑,窑门朝南,冬天日头短,午后能晒进去一小会儿。石娃走到门口,叫了声"哲大叔",没人应。他以为老人出去了,侧耳听了听,里头有声音,低,不像说话,像什么东西在喘。
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