八月的天已经有了一丝凉意,晚上我躺在病床上,眼瞥着电视。疲劳的父亲守在床边,时不时地夹根香烟提提神,我的生物钟已开始反应,八点半了,上下眼皮微微闭合。一个电话把原本寂静的夜划开了一道口子,恐惧便从这道口子里流出。电话中的声音很急促慌张。“妈出车祸了!”是我姐的声音,之前的睡意一下消失,担心、害怕、慌乱一下涌了出来。我颤 August’s day had a cool, night I lay in bed, eyes glancing at the TV. Tired father kept at the bed, from time to time to mention root cigarette to refresh, my biological clock has begun to react, half past eight, the upper and lower eyelids slightly closed. A phone call to the original silence of the night opened a hole, fear will flow out of this hole. The voice on the phone is very rapid and panic. “Mom out of a car accident!” Is my sister’s voice, before drowsiness disappears, fears, fears, panic about Chung. I tremble