一凌晨两点,那个声音又“咣当咣当”地响起来,像一把砍刀在剁骨,让人的心里发凉发怵。而且温老头知道,这种声音一旦响起,就要延续到天亮了。每当这时,温老头就披衣起床,掀起那张破旧的窗帘往外看。窗外虽然漆黑,但温老头仍然能够隐约地看到,一个、几个、甚至十几个人,他们衣着破旧、体壮如牛、像耗子一样,翻越钢厂的围墙,把里面重达几十斤、甚至上百斤的废铁扔出墙外(那种“咣当咣当”的声音就是这时发出的)然后,他们从黑暗中拖出板车,自行车,装上废铁,在黎明到来之前,快速地消失在雾霭中…… At two o’clock in the morning, the voice sounded like a machete in the chop bone, making the heart cool. And warm old man knows that once the sound sounded, it will continue until dawn. Whenever this time, the warm man got up on the coat, set off the shabby curtains to look out. Although the window is dark, but the old man can still vaguely see the warm, one, several, or even a dozen people, they dressed in dilapidated, strong, like a rat, across the steel wall, which weighs several pounds And even throwing a hundred jin of scrap iron out of the wall (the kind of sound that “sounded like when” came out) Then they dragged the trolley, bike, scrap iron from the dark and arrived at dawn Before it quickly disappeared in the haze ......