老于,是我很久以前的一个同事。说是同事,其实我俩在一起工作的时间很短。后来他调走了,回了南方他的祖籍,他的父亲就是从那里追随着先行者的脚步踏上了一条当时很光明但后来却破碎了的革命道路。老于比我大三十多岁。他属于比较孤僻的那种。只是,和我比较能聊得来。当时五十多的老于是单身。和他渐渐熟悉之后我也曾经问过他,是在单位后院那个筒子楼里一间很狭小但却很整洁的单身宿舍里喝酒时问的。酒酣之后的老于面对我,眼里燃了一簇火苗。 Old, I was a colleague a long time ago. To be a colleague, in fact, we are working together for a short time. He later turned away and returned to his ancestral home in the South, from where his father followed a forerunner to embark on a very bright but then broken road to revolution. Old in my thirties older than me. He belongs to the more withdrawn kind. Only, and I can talk more. At that time more than fifty old and single. After I got acquainted with him, I asked him once and when I was drinking in a small but very neat single dorm in the courtyard of the unit’s backyard. After the old wine in the face of my face, the eyes lit a cluster of flames.