有一个在幼儿园就熟识的朋友,男生。那时,我们同在一张小饭桌上吃饭。上劳动课的时候,阿姨发给每人一面跳新疆舞用的小铃鼓,里头装满了豆角。当我择不完豆角丝的时候,他会来帮我。我们就把新疆铃鼓称为“豆角鼓”。以后几十年,我们只有很少的来往,彼此都知道对方在城市的某一个角落里,愉快地生活着。一天,他妻子来电话,说他得了喉癌,手术后在家静 There is a friend, boy, who is familiar with kindergarten. At that time, we had dinner at a small dinner table. On Labor Day, the aunt sent each person to dance a small tambourine in Xinjiang, filled with beans. When I can not finish the beans, he will help me. We called Xinjiang Tambourine “Beans Drum ”. In the decades that followed, we had only a small amount of interaction with each other, knowing each other to live happily in one corner of the city. One day, his wife called to say he had laryngeal cancer and was at home after surgery