1我真的想不起我爷爷到底长什么样了,翻看家里所收藏的照片,总感觉跟记忆中根本就是两个人。爷爷在我很小时就去世了,跟他的所有交集至今我也只能想起两件事。一件是他喜欢在晚饭时用筷子尖蘸白酒点到我的舌头上,很辣,我大哭,然后巴叽着眼泪得到爷爷一块冰糖,这事才算告一段落。爷爷曾经用这种方式为我的大堂哥练就了一身千杯不醉的童子功,为日后的海量人生夯实了基础。在后来的很多年间,每逢在午夜的烧烤摊上我捏着鼻子灌下一口杯二锅头然后硬撑着回到家立扑卧床的过程中,我都会有点死要面子式地感叹大堂哥确实 1 I really can not think of what my grandfather looks like. Looking through the photos in my house, I always feel and remember that there are two people at all. Grandpa died when I was very young, with all his intersection so far I can only think of two things. One of them was that he liked to dip white wine with chopsticks at dinner to my tongue when it was supper. It was very hot. I cried, and then Papi cried to get Grandpa a piece of candy. Grandpa had used this method to train a thousand cups of drunk boy scout for my lobby, which laid a solid foundation for the mass life in the future. In many years later, during the midnight barbecue stalls, I squeezed my nose and poured a cup of Erguotou and then braced back home to make my bed, I was going to die.