昨天回到家,饭桌那头专属于我的位置上并没有像往常一样摆出一盘薯条和意大利辣肠烩鸡肉(周六晚饭我们一向是吃鸡的),取而代之的是妻子留下的一封亲笔信。刹那之间,我惊觉自己成了一个没有妻子,又没有饭吃的五十岁退休老头。她在信中说她已经奔赴法国投靠表亲去了,儿女也一并带走,而且将永远消失在我的视线范围之外。 When I returned home yesterday, the head of the table that was dedicated to me didn’t put a slice of French fries and chicken in Italian pepperoni as usual. (We used to eat chicken on Saturday nights) and replaced it with the one left by my wife. Closed letter. In an instant, I realized that I was a 50-year-old retired man who had no wife and no food. She said in the letter that she had rushed to France to join a cousin, and that her children were also taken away and would disappear forever outside my sight.