第七章 曲终人散

汉子又往前凑了凑，指着远处问：“那你们几个是干什么的？从哪儿来的？我看不像本地人。”我嘴角那抽搐的劲儿更大了，心想您这眼神够锐利的啊，连几百里外打哪儿来都瞧出来了？我深吸一口气，没好气地道：“行啊您，想象力丰富。 “就说是采风的诗人，行了吧？我们从北方来的，对这江南水乡也挺新鲜的。”我尽量让自己的声音听起来平静，心里却把那汉子骂了一百遍。这年头，连找个安静地方说句话都这么难。 汉子点了点头，又看了我们一眼，这才收回了目光，转身继续往前走。我们几个互相看了一眼，都松了口气。有惊无险，总算躲过了一劫。 “这地方真不适合我们待，”我低声说道，“ Especially since we don't have any connections here. It's just too dangerous.” “你说的也对，”他同意道，“不过，我们也不能就这么随便回去了。还得再找找看，看看有没有什么线索。”他眉头紧锁，显然心思活络。 We spent the rest of the day walking around, trying to gather information. However, we didn't find much. The locals seemed to know nothing about the incident, perhaps有意地隐瞒着什么. As night fell, we found ourselves back at the teahouse. We were tired and frustrated, but we had no other place to go. “看来今晚只能在这里凑合一晚了，”我说道，“明天一早，我们再想办法。” “好吧，”他点头同意，“那就早点休息吧。” We took the room that was left, laid out the bed, and tried to get some sleep. However, our minds were too busy racing to fall asleep easily. We kept thinking about what had happened and what we should do next.