夏日黄昏，5月30日的气温有34度，我的手脚却一直冰冷。裁判告诉我，距离牌表提交还有15分钟截止，Discord频道里英文和日文交替出现，像白色的噪声充斥在脑海里。“用这张牌究竟好不好呢？”于是换去又换回。想起学生时代考试前拼命翻书的日子，想让时间在这里凝结。 我闭上眼，直到比赛行将开始。 ■ 1. 我是一名宝可梦牌手。 牌手都会去牌店，我常去的那家在北京宋家庄的一个小巷子里。今天是我久违去店里的日子，又或许不是今天。 涌出地铁，穿过人潮，看到一座狰狞的钢铁楼梯向我挥手。走上2层推开门，复式的底层里没有人，却传来老板的声音。他坐在2层靠近楼梯的桌旁，跟一位熟客悠闲地打着牌。老板给我搬了一把空椅子，然后拿了一盒新系列卡包递给我。“你上次订的。” 我缓慢地撕着卡包
Summer evening, May 30, the temperature is 34 degrees, my hands and feet have been cold. The referee told me that there was still 15 minutes to go before the card table was submitted. English and Japanese appeared alternately in the discord channel, like white noise in my mind. &How about this card? &Amp; quot; so it goes back and forth. I think of the days when I tried my best to turn over books before the exam in my student days, and I want to let time condense here.
