至少晚上十二点了,我躺床上读《我的名字叫红》,枕边的手机猛然响起,我给怵了一下。是弟打过来的,说是爹怕不行了,他要求你赶紧回家,担心见不到最后一面。这个时节恐怕搞不到车票,不是说回就能回的。我说要爹接听电话,磨蹭一会,终于听到他老人家含混不清的声音,想来他没戴假牙,不关风。他说这一次怕是大限到了,冲不过了。我问为什么,他说刚才突然跌倒在屋子里,两脚像棉花条子一样,站不起来,你现在回来,你们回来一起商量后事,一点二点三点,在电话里提出他牵心要解决的问题。他老人家思路还蛮清晰的 At least 12 o’clock at night, I lay in bed to read “My name is red,” the phone on my pillow suddenly sounded, I gave a moment. Is brother hit over, saying that dad fear die, he asked you to hurry home, worried about not seeing the last scene. I am afraid this season will not be able to get tickets, not to say it will be able to return. I said to answer the phone to father, dawdle for a while, and finally hear the vague voice of his elderly, wanted him to wear no dentures, not the wind. He said this time feared that the deadline has passed, but he will not rush. When I asked why, he said that he had just stumbled suddenly in the house. His feet were like cotton sliver. Now you come back and you come back to discuss the funeral affairs. After a little past two or three, I raised his concern on the phone. solved problem. His old man’s idea is quite clear