记忆不复成殇,回忆终成绝响。1奶奶说,你出生时,你姑跟你爸说,哥,是闺女。你爸脸一拉,说,闺女挺好,姐俩有个伴。你姑就笑了,说,是儿子,你爸这才又笑了。我说,我爸总是这样。奶奶说,你从医院回来也不睁眼,我担惊受怕的,摸摸你眼皮,扒开一只眼睛,眼珠滴溜溜地转着,第二天眼睛就睁开了。我说,怪不得我姐说我,一只眼大,一只眼小。2奶奶拉着我的手说,你爸在市里买了大房子。 Memory is no longer complex 殇, memories eventually became vocal. 1 Grandma said that when you were born, you said to your dad, brother, is a girl. Your dad laughed and said, daughter is very good, the two have a partner. Your aunt laughed and said, yes son, your dad this laughed again. I said, my dad always does. My grandmother said that when you came back from the hospital, I did not have my eyes open. I was scared, touching your eyelids, opening one eye and turning my eyes slowly, and the next day my eyes opened. I said, no wonder my sister said I, one eye big, one eye small. 2 Grandma took my hand and said your dad bought a big house in the city.