多年前,每年春节回老家陪奶奶过年,父亲总会去商场买一桶红星二锅头。那种5公斤装的大桶,拎着上客车下客车,到了一个小城镇还要倒一次车,但父亲总是不厌其烦。那酒,是带给大伯的。沉默对饮小时候不晓得大伯比父亲大几岁,看上去要大许多。他们的面貌有几分相似,气质却有天壤之别。父亲是武装部的干部,衣着得体,气宇轩昂。而大伯,我在冬天见到他,永远穿一件灰扑扑的旧棉袄,面容黝黑,额头上早早就有了深深 Years ago, the Spring Festival every year to go home to accompany her grandma New Year, my father always go to the mall to buy a bucket of red star Erguotou. The kind of 5-kilogram vat, carrying the bus off the bus, to a small town but also down a car, but his father always take the trouble. That wine is brought to the uncle. Silence When I was a kid, I did not know when I was a little older than my father. It looked a lot bigger. Their appearances are somewhat similar, temperament is different. His father is a cadre of the armed forces, well-dressed, imposing appearance. And uncle, I saw him in the winter, always wearing a gray puff of old cotton jacket, dark complexion, the forehead had a deep early