儿子已经９岁了，我们在一起一共才４年，因为我漂泊。令我最强烈地意识到这一点的是这次儿子跌伤，我去北京看儿他，翻到他抽屉中我给他的信的瞬间。当时，因腿伤躺在床上不能行动的儿子朝我大叫：“别打开那包东西！那是我的宝贝！”我还是打开来了，是我给他的信，数了数， The son is 9 years old. We have only been together for 4 years because I am drifting. What made me most acutely aware of this was the fall of this son. I went to Beijing to see him and turn to the moment in his drawer where I gave him a letter. At that time, the son who could not act in bed because of a leg injury shouted at me: “Don’t open the bag! It’s my baby!” I still opened it, it was my letter to him, counted,