人们常说,儿子常常爱腻在母亲怀里,女儿则更愿意亲近父亲。而我有些不同,从小到大我与父亲之间几乎没有过父女应有的那种亲昵。我的父亲,人如其名般严肃,不苟言笑,对父亲的感觉也正如父亲这些年一直不离不弃的香烟,当烟支点燃,烟雾就会迷离地笼罩,有一些神秘,却让人无法接近。 People often say that sons often love to be tired in their mothers’ arms while daughters are more willing to be close to their fathers. And I am a bit different, from childhood to age, my father and I almost never have the kind of intimacy that should be. My father, as his name is serious and unsmiling, feels like his father’s cigarette, which his father has been relentless for so many years. When lit cigarettes, the smoke will be blurred and enveloped with mystery and inaccessibility.