七年前,我还是一个冷漠孤僻的孩子,生长在江南一个偏僻的小城里。我的父母在另一个城市奔波,将我托付给了伯父和伯母。江南潮湿的空气似乎容易让人生出铜绿色的绝望,我的伯父伯母成天阴沉着脸,操持生计之余唯一的交流便是争吵和厮打。他们的一双儿女总是睁大双眼一副惊惶的表情 Seven years ago, I was still an indifferent and lonely child who grew up in a remote town in the south of the Yangtze River. My parents rushed about in another city and entrusted me to uncle and aunt. The humid air in the south of the Yangtze River seems to give birth to a desperate green-green despair. My uncle and aunt are gloomy and indifferent, and the only communication they perform is to quarrel and beat. Their pair of children always have a wide-eyed look and a horrified expression