一事隔多年,我已记不起当初的争吵。有关我和小猪爸爸,我们曾经的歇斯底里,曾经的恶语相向,在我脑子里全然没有了记忆。我只记得我带小猪离开那天,她坐在堆满芭比娃娃的婴儿床里和芭比娃娃玩。小猪自言自语,沉浸在自己编的故事里。我推着床,穿过小巷,穿过大街,朝我租住的方向走去,床的轮碾过水泥路面发出锐利的尖叫,有人走过我身旁时就侧目看我一眼,看小猪一眼。一百二十公分长八十公分宽的婴儿床红粉粉的,像载着一 After many years, I can not remember the original quarrel. Concerning me and Piggy and Dad, the hysterical hustlers we used to have had the wickedness of facing each other. There was absolutely no memory in my mind. I just remember the day I left with the pig, she was sitting in a crib full of Barbie dolls and Barbie play. Piggy himself, immersed in his own story. I pushed my bed across the alley, across the street, in the direction of my rental, a sharp scream of the wheel of the bed over the concrete pavement, a glance at me as I walked by A piggy. One hundred and twenty centimeters long and eighty centimeters wide crib pink powder, like carrying one