“毛明!臭小子,你给我滚下来!”电话里,传来姥爷怒不可遏的叫喊。禄儿颤了一下身子,回过头来,呆呆地看着毛明哥头上蒙着枕巾,连连向她挥手的样子。她结结巴巴地对着话筒说:“姥……姥爷,毛明哥他不在,他,他下去了……” “Maoming! Brat, you roll it down for me!” On the phone, there was an irritating yell from her grandfather. Luer shuddered and turned back to stare at Mao Mingge’s head on a pillowcase and waved at her. She stuttered into the microphone and said: “Oh, Grandpa, Ma Mingge, he is not there, he, he is down...”