一周萌清楚地记得那天下午的情景。母亲带着她,来到小镇上的这所中学读书。新学期已经开学一个多月了,她无奈只得中途转学。她已经习惯了这样的生活。她没有见过父亲,母亲说他很早就离开了他们。多年来,母亲几乎从不说起父亲,母亲总是隐隐约约,闪烁其词,似乎不愿意将过往的一切如实描述。周萌习惯了没有父亲的日子,因为从未有过,内心反而平静了。有时她会想,是否也曾有一双男人的手抱过她幼小的身体,至于那双手是怎 One week Meng remember the afternoon scene clearly. Mother took her to the small town to attend this high school. The new semester has started more than a month, she had no alternative but to transfer halfway. She has become accustomed to such a life. She had not seen her father before, and her mother said he had left them long ago. Over the years, my mother almost never talked about his father, his mother always vague, flinging, it seems unwilling to describe everything in the past truthful. Zhou Meng accustomed to the days without a father, because there has never been, but calm inside. Sometimes she wondered if there had been a pair of men’s hands holding her young body,