那天早晨的差事是挑水。
天还没亮透,园子里的空气带着一股湿凉,是夜里有些薄雾,还没散尽。福贵扛着扁担穿过回廊,铁钩在晨光里泛着锈迹的暗红,脚步踩在青石板上,自己都听不见声响,是那种压进去的静。
井在园子东侧,两棵老槐树夹着,槐树的根把井边的石砖拱出了几道裂缝,缝里长着浅浅的苔。福贵放下扁担,捞起井绳,一圈一圈绕稳了,把木桶沉下去,等那声轻响——桶底触水的那一声——再慢慢拉起来。
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