程家伯伯没有表情。一张他的黑白照片,被镶进相框挂起来,对着吊唁的人迎来送往。他面前一高一矮两个背影,是两兄弟。高的壮的是鲍时进,矮的瘦的是程永年。两个背影印在挂着程家伯伯遗像的黑布帘子上,把“奠”字的笔画冲散了几笔。“走得还安详?”“嚎了一晚上。”“面容还安详?”“可怜得很。”“嗯。”可怜得很。没有供桌,没有供果。白纸黑字一副挽联。亲戚朋友来行礼,就站在顺着煤棚门口搭出来的塑料棚里面,对着黑白相片鞠个躬。工人阶 Cheng Uncle no expression. A black and white photo of him, was set into the picture frame hung up, welcome to the condolences sent. One tall and two short backs in front of him, two brothers. High Zhuo is Bao Shijin, short and thin is Cheng Yongnian. The two backs were printed on the black cloth curtain hanging on the portrait of Cheng Uncle, breaking up the strokes of the word “lay”. “” “” “” “” No table, no fruit. Black and white a black elegiac couplet. Relatives and friends to salute, standing in front of the coal shed stood out of the plastic shed inside, facing black and white photos bow. Workers