​難，四聲難

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北京半夜兩點。

在地下車庫裡看見了一個背對水泥牆、蹲著講電話的男人。

邊講邊哭，哭聲遠超過世俗價值認可男性哭泣的範圍。

他身穿一件灰藍色的衛生衣，那種灰藍是父輩們因為節儉捨不得丟而洗到褪色的灰藍。

袖子被捲到七分袖的位置，而那時大概零下五度。

從他的哭聲中我聽見一種“難”，四聲難，山難、海難的難。

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Suffering

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It’s 2:00 am at Beijing. 

There is a man was talking on phone who was squatted and backed to the wall. 

He was talking with crying. That sounds is so loud that totally beyond the normal man should to be. 

 He is wearing a grey-blue underwear. That color Just like go through hundred times washing.

His sleeves roll over to elbow although is under five degree. 

I heard the  “suffering” from his crying.