一天早晨,我刚打开诊所门,便有一位中年妇女带着个萎靡不振、目光游移的小伙子走进来,那是她的儿子。刚坐下,这位妇女便迫不急待地说起了儿子的病:孩子出生后,八九个月就时不时地大哭,面容紧张,声音凄厉。到现在,简直什么都怕,尤其怕听到数字“19”。每当听别人说“19”。就脸色煞白,呼吸急促,心跳加快,满眼恐怖神态。而且每隔一段时间,睡到半夜,就能听到一种难以形容的古怪声音。那声音凌空而至,由小变大,由弱变强。这时,他便浑身冒汗,四肢发软,惶惶不知所措。有时 One morning, as soon as I opened the clinic door, a middle-aged woman walked in with a drowsy, wandering young man, her son. Just sat down, the woman would not be eager to talk about his son’s illness: the child was born, eight or nine months from time to time to cry, face nervous, shrill voice. Until now, I was afraid of anything, especially afraid of hearing the number “19”. Whenever you hear someone say “19”. His face pale, shortness of breath, rapid heartbeat, full of horror demeanor. And every once in a while, sleep until midnight, you can hear an indescribable strange voice. The sound of the sky, from small to large, from weak to strong. At this moment, he was sweating, his limbs were soft, panic overwhelmed. sometimes