次日他起得比往常更早。
卯时还差一刻,天还没有亮全,院子西侧的棚子里那捆柴是冷的,斧头搭在石墩左边,铁面上挂着一层薄薄的霜,他用袖口擦了一下,开始劈。
声音在山里传得远,他刻意控制力道,每斧下去不贪,只求稳,一根一根劈开,摞成整齐的两摞。右掌握斧柄的地方微微发热,但那是手的热,是肌肉在用力,与珠子无关。他把这两件事分得很清楚,七年下来早已习惯。
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