奶奶是哭着挂掉电话的。本来是我最先接起来的,电话那头是个操着一口浓烈的晋北方言的老奶奶,我听不太懂,便将电话递给了奶奶。电话通了很长时间,奶奶边听着电话,边慢慢地发出轻微的哽咽声。奶奶的哭让全家人摸不着头脑。我爸在一旁一直不停地问:“娘,怎么啦?快说呀!”奶奶什么也不说,只是身子不停地抽搐。“是老家的一个老奶奶。”我说。我爸仿佛明白了什么,慢慢地坐了下来。奶奶从裤子的口袋里颤颤巍巍地掏出手绢,擦着 Grandma is crying, hang up the phone. Originally, I was the first to pick it up, the other side of the phone was a maneuvering strong northern dialect granny, I do not understand, then the phone handed over to my grandmother. The phone passed for a long time, my grandmother while listening to the phone, slowly issued a slight sobs. Grandmother crying so that the whole family puzzled. My dad kept asking: “Mother, what happened? Speak it!” “Grandma said nothing, just keep on twitching. ”It’s an old grandmother in my hometown. " I said. My dad seemed to understand what, slowly sat down. Grandma pulled out his handkerchief from the pocket of his trousers and wiped it