“1、3、8、8、8……”我用颤抖的手指在键盘上拨着电话号码。手指每向下按一次,我的心就往上蹿一截。这是我第一次拨打父亲的电话。以前我从未想过有一天会拨打这个号码,因为我觉得和父亲无话可说——虽然我和他相处了15年,但感情并不深。要不是后来发生的一些事, “1,3,8,8,8...” I dialed the phone number on the keyboard with trembling fingers. Each time the finger presses down, my heart goes up. This is my first call to my father. I never thought I would call this number one day because I didn’t have anything to say with my father. Although I lived with him for 15 years, I didn’t feel much deeper. If it were not something that happened later,