回到阳台的房间后，我估摸了一下冥焕经常站着的公寓广场的角落位置，没有看到冥焕的拐杖，又抬眼看了一下冥焕的房间。那个房间和平时一样关着灯。我跪坐着，抚了抚过去几天里长出痱子的后背和前胸，便翻开了胡乱放在塑料桌旁的一本英文诗集。You are like a flower that grows in the shade；the gentle breeze comes and bears your seed into the sunlight, where you will live again in beauty.