周六早晨刚起床,我爸就开始做准备了,他要回市郊老家给他的发小老哥理发。他拿出自己那把古董推子,上油,擦抹,再用绸布包好,放在专用的已经泛黄的老帆布包里。是的,我爸是发小老哥的“御用”理发师,从我记事起就是,算到现在,得有三十多年了。在这三十多年里,我最深刻的记忆就是月亮刚刚升起的时候,我和爸爸吃完晚饭,一起去他老哥家理发。当然,不是只给他一人理,是给他一家子人理。他们家人丁兴旺,有七八口男丁,要 Just got up on Saturday morning, my dad began to prepare, he wanted to return to the suburban home haircut for his little brother. He took out his antique fader, oil, wipe, and then wrapped in silk, on a dedicated yellowed old canvas bag. Yes, my dad is a little brother “Queen ” barber, from what I remember since, now, have more than thirty years. In these thirty years, my deepest memory is that when the moon was just rising, my father and I had dinner, went to his brother’s haircut. Of course, it is not for him alone, but for his family. Their families flourishing, there are seven or eight male, want