Alfredo: I'll tell you a story, Just for you, Toto.

 

          Let's sit down. God almighty!

 

            One upon a time, a king gave a feast

 

            The most beautiful princesses were there

 

            A soldier who was standing guard saw the king 's daughter go by

 

            She was the loveliest one, and he fell instantly in love

 

            But what is a simple soldier next to the daughter of a king?

 

            One day he managed to meet her and told her he could no longer live without her

 

            The princess was so taken by the depth of his feeling …

 

            …that she said to the soldier:

 

            "If you can wait for 100 days and 100 nights under my balcony…

 

            …I shall be yours"

 

            With that, the soldier went and waited one day, two days...

 

            …then ten, twenty…

 

            Each evening the princess looked out, and he never moved!

 

            Always there, come rain, come thunder

 

            Birds shat on his head, bees stung him, but he didn't budge

 

            After 90 nights...

 

            he had become all dry and pale

 

            Tears streamed from his eyes

 

            He couldn't hold them back

 

            He didn't even have the strength to sleep

 

            And all that time the princess watched him

 

            When the 99th night came...

 

            ...the soldier stood up ...

 

           ... took his chair, and left.

 

Toto:   How come?

 

            Right at the end?

 

Alfredo: Right at the end, Toto.

 

            Don't ask me what it means, I don't know.

 

            If you can figure it out, you tell me.

连着看了两部电影，《新抢钱夫妻》和《我们俩》，前者没什么可说的，尤其是因为看了后面那部。

 

一个落破的大院子，自始，而终，想起了《一个陌生女人的来信》，尤其是视线穿过墙砖堆砌的窗户投向另一端的时候，同样的陈旧，不过那算是爱情剧，这个，大概算亲情之类的。

 

故事的开头，一个吝啬的老女人，一个倔强的小女人，一个四合院子。老女人拄着拐，风烛残年的却底气十足。小女人忽然就冲入了她的院子，脸冻的通红，碎碎的门帘半遮着眼睛，印象深刻，以至于之后，都总是想起那缩在军大衣里的身影，理直气壮的。

 

小女人总是急匆匆的，火急火了，大概就是这样的性子了，于是也没法在她为了作业催着老女人干这干那的时候，有什么想法，老人走路慢，你就不能别这么着急？

 

老女人挺凶，长的就像，所以在听到她的身世后，只同情了那么一些些，骑过马、打过仗、救过伤员、抽过大烟，结过婚，但丈夫第二年就死了，孙子是养女的。

何等寂寞，在九十多年后，说着“都到了这岁数了，可不是只认钱么？”

 

一根拐棍，联系着这两个女人。

敲敲地，赖床呢？怎么还不起。

戳戳门，这是怎么了？干吗待屋里不出来。

或是打掉了满院子的灯笼，大过节的，就非得气出病吗！

 

然后某一天，老女人没法再用它了，小女人搀着她，却还是颤颤巍巍的。她成不了她的拐棍，因为拐棍不会说话，她却可以气她或是把脸捏的生疼，逗她笑。

 

结局并不突然，否则编剧为什么非要从冬天起，过一个轮回。还是那个急匆匆的小女人，还是那个风烛残年的老女人，线在她们之间越牵越紧，然后在第二个冬天来临时，断了开。

 

只是，一端入了土，一端还系在小女人心上，而断掉的线头，悬在空荡荡的大院子里。

 

匆匆出现，又匆匆消失的两条狗，真是可怜。