我不喜欢给父亲打电话,除非我连一小碗稀粥都喝不起的时候,我才会勉强拨出那一组熟悉而陌生的号码。说真的,在我的手机里是找不到父亲的号码的。或许,这里根本就没有他的位置;或许,他的号码早已深植于我的心灵深处。我不喜欢给父亲打电话,我怕。其实父亲也怕。我们都怕通话时的欣慰、过后的残酷。或许,父亲觉得我们遥远了,但是,我的的确确从未觉得我离开过父亲。父亲常数落母亲说,“看你生的好儿子, I do not like to call my father, unless I can not even afford to drink a small bowl of gruel, I will barely set aside a group of familiar and unfamiliar numbers. Really, my dad’s number can not be found on my phone. Perhaps, there is no place for him here; perhaps, his number has long been deeply rooted in my heart. I do not like to call my father, I’m afraid. In fact, my father is also afraid. We are all so scared of the call, after the cruel. Perhaps, my father felt that we are far away, but I really did not think I left his father. Father constant mother said, ”look good student of your son,