张怀谷从饭店回到家里,客厅里静静的,吸顶灯泛着橘红色的柔光。卧室里冲出一波一波像破拖拉机爬坡一样声嘶力竭的鼾声,知道肥胖痴睡的老婆又早早睡了。他无奈地摇了摇头,把提在手里的兜子往茶几上“哗啦”一倒,茶几上就散落了小山似的一堆红包。然后,从抽屉里找出那个记“往来账”的本子,一边拆着红包,一边记了起来。记着记着,张怀谷发现一个红包似乎有些异样,又好像有些眼熟。他心里咯噔一下,忙抓起来看,红 Zhang Huai Valley from the hotel back home, quiet living room, ceiling lamp glowing orange soft light. Waves burst in the bedroom like the hoarseness of tractor climbing hoarse snore, knowing that fat and sleepy wife sleep early. He shook his head reluctantly, put his pocket in the hand to the coffee table “crash ” down, the coffee table scattered on a hill like a pile of red envelopes. Then, from the drawer to find that note “account ” book, while dismantling the red envelope, remember. Remember remember, Zhang Huai Valley found a red envelope seems a bit strange, but also seems familiar. His heart slightly a bit, take a quick look, red