那年的大年初三,我记得很清楚,在我三姐家聚会,二哥说,生,你知道吗?九,你九哥去白马寺出家当和尚了。我听了瞪大眼说:“果然,他出家了?就那命,你不说,我会想到的。”三姐说:“生的好朋友,年前猝死了,多年轻啊!48岁,大高个,一米八几,死了,中国日报社的记者。”“我都不相信,两个月前,我去他们家收供暖费,我认出他了,叫了他一声叔。他问我是谁,我一提我老舅,他想起来了,还留了我老舅的手机号。”外甥女小玲说。 New year’s day that year, I remember very clearly, my third sister home party, brother said, students, you know? Nine, your brother to the White Horse Temple monk as a monk. I heard stare eyes and said: “Sure enough, he was born? Just that life, you do not say, I will think of.” “Third Sister said: ” Good friends, suddenly died years ago, more young ah 48-year-old, big tall, one meter and a half, died, China Daily Newspaper reporter. “” I do not believe that two months ago I went to their home for heating costs, I recognize him, Called him a cry uncle who asked me who I mention my older brother, he remembered, but also left my uncle’s cell phone number.