修武赶回徐家大院时,徐老太爷已气若游丝。长子修文为首的十余个亲属簇拥病榻前,静等着老爷子咽下生命中的最后一口气。修武奋力推开红漆大门,绕过夹墙,穿越一条鹅卵石铺成的甬道,又转过三座亭院,方进入父亲卧室。一股夜风随他窜入,两束粗大的烛火像被捅了腰眼,猛然抽搐起来。所有人感觉脖颈上一片寒意,犹如被一条滑溜溜的水蛇缠绕而过,心头一阵莫名的战栗。 Xiuwu Xu back to the compound, Xu old man has rude gossamer. More than a dozen relatives led by eldest son Xiuwen clustered sick bed, waiting for the final breath of Father’s life swallowed. Xiu Wu struggled to open the red paint door, bypassing the wall, through a cobblestone paved corridor, and turned the three kiosks, side into his father’s bedroom. A night breeze flew in with him, two large candlelight was stabbed waist, suddenly convulsions. Everyone felt a chill on his neck, as if by a slippery water snake wrapped around, my heart burst inexplicable trembling.