笑（短）

大概都是3点多吧，连续的几天都是同一个梦，没有情节，没有色彩，只有一张脸，离得我很近，很平常的一张男人的脸，留着中分的头发，唯一能够给人留下印象的是那两道眉毛，很粗很黑，脸刚出现时，有些哀愁，当我在梦中的眼光与他的眼光相碰时，他突然变得兴奋起来，他迫切的想说些什么，但仿佛一股力量控制了他的咽喉，他终究没有说，于是他又慢慢的恢复平静。
我们就这么对视，突然，他露出黄黄的牙齿，对我诡异的一笑，然后，我醒了，伴随着空气 里回荡着的“是你，是你，是你……” 每天坐地铁上班，有地铁的城市必然是个机械化的城市，夹在人流中，总是能 出现食品车间生产肉类罐头的画面。
人们都很焦急，因为这是早晨的地铁站，但我看着那些或笑、或愁、或假、或真、或耍酷、或委琐的表情时，总觉得他们都很痛苦，也许在一个晚上睡不好觉，又得挣扎着起来去给人卖命养活自己的人的眼里，世界只能是痛苦的。
我站在白线边上，等着下一班地铁的到来。
今天的心情有点不安，总觉得什么东西不太对，纳闷了一分钟，然后，眼光落在了那道眉毛上，是个侧面，但这不影响我感觉那道眉毛，很粗很黑，还有中分的头发，这个男人站在我的前面，不高。
我本能的走向他，小心翼翼的，但又是迫切的。
直到我完全的接近他，我的脑子一片空白，梦中的脸和这张脸重叠了，我觉得自己是疯了，可回头看站台的时钟，7：56，没错的，每天抬头看钟，都是这个时间，不是在梦中。
地铁来了，人们整装待发，他慢慢走向车道，他不认识我，是的，他的眼光曾在我的脸上一末而过，我努力想在那一瞬间从他目光里找到什么，但除了冷漠，麻木，什么也没有。
我就站在他身旁，他离车道越来越近，地铁离我们越来越近。
于是，我轻轻的退了他一把，他没有来得及发出任何声音，就掉入了车道里。
我的脑里还是一片空白，不知道自己在干什么，不知道自己为什么要这样，但我的内心似乎在告诉我就该这样。
地铁什么也没来得及做，就压了过去，这时，我仿佛听见了尖叫，哭喊，一切来得那么快，但我却看见了，看见了他掉下去时，回头看了我一眼，仿佛电影里的慢动作，这一眼竟是那么的漫长，先是惊恐，然后迷茫，接着他似乎看清了我，一种恍然大悟的神情，在他和地铁 碰撞在一起的那一刹那，我捕捉着最后的画面……他突然笑了，还是黄黄的牙…

Introduce:It is before dawn probably much at 3 o'clock, a few successive days are same a dream, without the clue, without colour, have a piece of face only, leave I am very nearly, the face of a piece of very common man, wear the hair of the cent in the move, can leaving impressional exclusively to the person is those two brow, very thick very black, when the face just appeared, some are sad, when my eye in the dream and his eye photograph is touched, he gets excited suddenly rise, he wants pressingly what to say, but as if the pharynx and larynx that a force controlled him, he did not say after all, then he slowly restore calm.
We are so right inspect, abrupt, he bares Huang Huang's tooth, laugh weirdly to me, next, I woke, companion wears as the resound in air " it is you, it is you, it is you.
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" go to work by subway everyday, the city that has the subway is the city of a mechanization necessarily, place in stream of people, always can appear food workshop produces the pulp kind potted picture.
People is very worried, because this is in the morning subway station, but I look at those or laugh, or anxious, or false, or true, or make fun of cruel, or when petty expression, always feel they are very painful, perhaps be in to sleep in the evening bad to become aware, must struggle to rise again go dying to the person in the eye of the person that feeds oneself, the world can be painful only.
I stand on white line edge, waiting next the arrival of the subway.
Today's mood is a bit uneasy, always feel what thing is not quite right, felt puzzled one minute, next, eye falls on that brow, it is a flank, but this does not affect me to feel that brow, very thick very black, return the hair of the cent in having, this man stands in front of my, not tall.
I move toward him instinctively, cautious, but it is pressing.
Till my complete immediateness he, my brain a blank, the face in the dream and this piece of face overlaped, I feel I am mad, can look round the clock of the platform, 7: 56, right, look up everyday see a bell, it is this time, not be to be in the dream.
The subway came, people gets ready wait for hair, he moves toward driveway slowly, he does not know me, yes, his eye ever passed in on my face one end, I want to be in hard that is flashy what to find from his look, but besides inhospitality, coma, whats are done not have.
I stand in him beside, he is closer and closer from driveway, the subway is closer and closer from us.
Then, I gently retreated him, he gives out any sound without there's still time, dropped driveway in.
A blank still is in my head, do not know what oneself are doing, do not know why oneself want such, but my heart is telling me it seems that with respect to this such.
Whats don't have the subway there's still time is done, controlled the past, at this moment, I as if heard a scream, 13022