斑驳的圆木桌上摆着傍沙村宴客必备的六菜一汤。然而今天却不是什么节日,想到开这场宴席的原因,男人的目光暗了暗,胸口像是被巨石紧紧压着,但心口却是空落落的。“嘭。”站在男人身旁的四弟开了瓶啤酒,白色的酒沫子涌出瓶口,顺着酒瓶流到土黄色的圆桌上。男人看着那团白沫缩成一小圈水渍,微微别过头,从四弟手中接过酒杯,仰头喝了大半。这顿饭后,他们就不再是一家人。 On a mottled round wooden table, there are six dishes and one soup that are served in the Sha Sha village. Today, however, it is not a festival. The reason for this feast is that the man’s eyes are dark and the chest is pressed like a stone, but his heart is empty. “Hey.” The four brothers who stood beside the man opened a bottle of beer. The white wine foam poured out of the bottle and flowed down the bottle to the ochre round table. The man looked at the group of white foam and drew it into a small circle of water stains. He took it a little too far, took the glass from his four brothers and looked up to drink most of it. After this meal, they are no longer a family.