小时候,母亲常叨唠父亲,如果你每天少抽一根烟,少喝一杯酒,我就省得那么辛苦了,别的男人都顾家,收工就往家里跑,你就知道蹲个屁股在客家二的小卖部前,生恐那碟酸豆角腌不死你,那杯九江双蒸辣你不死。母亲将板凳搬到院子前面,一面拣菜一面唠叨,父亲有时坐在院子外面的石板上,抽根卷烟,眯着眼睛看芒果树上的蚂蚁搬家。母亲叨唠的时间长了,父 When I was young, my mother often talked about my father. If you smoke fewer cigarettes a day and drink less alcohol, I will save so much hardship. When other men take care of my home and run away from home, you know that I squat ass in Hakka II Before the canteen, I fear that disk dish of beans pickled you, that Jiujiang double steam spicy you die. My mother moved the bench to the front of the yard and nagged while picking vegetables. My father sometimes sat on a stone slab outside the yard, smoked cigarettes and narrowed his eyes to see the ants moving on mango trees. My mother talked for a long time, Father