从外面吃完饭回家,我看到外公独自一人坐在客厅的椅子上,想起妈妈说他已经糊涂了,就走过去问他:“你认识我是谁吗?”外公迟钝地反应着,摸摸花白的寸头,吞吞吐吐了半天才不好意思地说:“不认识了。”我摸了摸他的手,干燥粗糙,青筋暴起,很深的掌纹里有洗不干净的黑色污渍——那是一双劳动了一辈子的手。和那些在爷爷奶奶、外公外婆身边长大的小孩不同的是,我小时候由自己的爸爸妈妈带大,长辈缘薄,外公在我心里,始终是一 When I was home from the outside, I saw my grandfather sitting alone on the chair in the living room, remembered that Mom had said he was confused and went to ask him: “Do you know who I am?” With the touch of gray head, swallow for a long time before embarrassed to say: “I do not know. ” I touched his hand, dry rough, veins upstairs, deep wash in the palm is not clean Black stains - it was a pair of hands-on labor. And those who grow up in the grandparents, grandparents, grandparents around the children is different, when I was a child, my father and mother bring big, thin elders, my grandfather in my heart, always a