步行街上挤满了刚刚下班的人。拥挤的男人女人围着小摊子挑土特产，大声讨价还价。食客围着塑料桌子，埋头在酸辣粉的热气腾腾中，饿虎扑食一般，白色蒸汽遮住了脸。油炸的香味弥漫。货摊上的酸枣和核桃堆成山，腊肉在头顶摇摆。这个点是全天最热闹的时间，基本都收工了，忙碌了几个小时的人们都赶过来吃一顿饱饭，人声鼎沸。
There are so many people who got off work on thepedestrian street. Small stalls were crowded by men and women who picked up local products. And they bargained with fixed prices. The customers ate hot and sour rice noodles greedily around the tables and their faces were surrounded by white steam. And the aroma of the fried food filled the street. The stalls were full of sour jujubes and walnuts. And the cured meat could be seen swinging in front of your head. It was at this time that many people went home from several hours‘work and had dinners. Sounds of voices could be heard on the street.
老刀艰难地穿过人群。端盘子的伙计一边喊着让让一边推开挡道的人，开出一条路来，老刀跟在后面。彭蠡家在小街深处。老刀上楼，彭蠡不在家。问邻居，邻居说他每天快到关门才回来，具体几点不清楚。
Old Dao struggled to get through the crowd. And he followed the waiter in the restaurant who sought a way by shouting and pushing others. Peng Li’s home was in the depths of the street. When he came upstairs he found that Peng Li was not at home. He asked Peng Li’s neighbors, while they told him that he would not come home until very late. After the door closed he could come back. But they do not know the particular time.
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