老刀有点担忧，看了看手表，清晨5点。他回到楼门口等着。两旁狼吞虎咽的饥饿少年围绕着他。他认识其中两个，原来在彭蠡家见过一两次。少年每人面前摆着一盘炒面或炒粉，几个人分吃两个菜，盘子里一片狼藉，筷子扔在无望而锲而不舍地拨动，寻找辣椒丛中的肉星。老刀又下意识闻了闻小臂，不知道身上还有没有垃圾的腥味。周围的一切嘈杂而庸常，和每个清晨一样。
It was4:50 A.M. Lao Dao was worried that Peng Li did not come home. Waiting at the door, the exhausted teenagers who greedily ate food surrounded him. And he happened to meet two of them in Peng Li’s home for once or twice time. A dish of fried noodles and rice noodles was on the table in front of each of them. And they shared side dish. There was no meat in the plate. But they still moved chopsticks continually to find meat in the chili peppers. Lao Dao could not help to make sure the sense of smell upon his arms. He did not know whether the smell of garbage stations came with him or not. Everything was noise and bland as it used to be in the morning.
