林凡感觉这饼子是块烧红的炭，噗嗤噗嗤往嗓子眼里烫，腹子里却像被钻了几个窟窿。刚咽下去那股子霉味还在嘴里回荡，让他忍不住啧啧咂嘴。这饥荒年头，别说饼子，狗粮都算是豪华大餐了。

“妈的，这什么玩意儿？”他蹲在墙角，盯着脚边渗出的油灯光圈，摸出那块黑乎乎的饼子，巴掌大一块，边缘焦黑得像烧纸，中间却黑得发亮，油腻腻地反着光。他抠了一小块在手上，粘糊糊的，一股子发霉的酸臭直冲脑门。

“有毒吧？”林凡皱着眉头，想起听说的那些年，饿死活活的人，这破饼子吃下去怕不是要送命。可眼下他人在这里，总不能饿死，死了就什么都没了。牙一咬牙，咔嚓咬了一大口。

那口感……简直是在嚼碎石子，又涩又硬，牙齿差点崩了。霉味直冲天灵盖，林凡怀疑这饼子放了一百八十岁，但逼无奈，又吞了两口。咽下去之后，喉咙里火烧火燎的，但他突然发现，肚子不叫了。

“该死，管用了？”林凡一愣，眼睛瞪圆了。 hadn't eaten solid food in three days, and his stomach was screaming for food. Now that the hunger had subsided, a strange warmth spread from his stomach, like a defrosting block of ice, slowly spreading to his entire body.

He supported himself on his knees, taking a deep breath. The room was still dim, the oil lamp flickered, and the shadows in the corners were like hungry ghosts. He didn't know how long he'd been in this place, only that the warmth in his body was getting stronger, swallowing the cold bit by bit.