在我童年的记忆里,生病就是牙疼,我每长一颗新牙,就要去诊所拔掉一颗坏牙,俨然是诊所的常客。我记得整个拔牙的过程,就像记得牙齿的疼痛一样。常常是父亲起床后匆忙赶到学校去请假,然后回来吼叫着将赖在床上的我,一把拽起来,三下五除二地给我穿戴好。我也不理他,趿拉上鞋子,梦游似的扑嗒扑嗒向外走。 In my childhood memories, illness is toothache. Every time I grow a new tooth, I have to go to the clinic to remove a bad tooth, which is like a frequent visitor to the clinic. I remember the whole process of tooth extraction, just like remembering the pain of teeth. Often when my father got up, he hurried to the school to ask for leave. Then he came back and yelled at me. He would lie on his bed, pick it up, and wear it in threes, fives and twos. I did not care for him. She took shoes and slept in a dream.