“你太祖母去世了。”爸爸在吃饭时说。一瞬间,犹如被定住了,愣在那里,筷子夹到一半,忘记了吃饭,忘记了悲伤也忘记了哭泣,忘记了一切的一切,除了空白还是空白。可如果,真的什么都忘记了,倒好。 “You too grandmother passed away.” Dad said at dinner. For a moment, it was as if it had been settled. When he was there, half of the chopsticks were sandwiched, he had forgotten to eat, he had forgotten his sorrow and he had forgotten to cry. He forgot everything, except blank or blank. But if you really forget everything, it’s good.