一午夜十二点,老姚准备出门“上班”了。出门前,老姚回头再看了一眼儿子的照片。那是一张嵌在木质相框里的单人照,巴掌大,立在床头柜上。照片里的儿子刚进初中,穿着笔挺的白色校服,胸前挂着银色的校徽,正冲着他天真无邪地笑。那个笑脸让老姚既熟悉又有点陌生,但他还是觉得很温暖。就好像有一股暖流从心坎里一点点地漫上来,开始还很轻很软,接着就汹涌了,像决堤的洪水似的,“哗哗”地往外冲。不一会儿,老姚的眼眶就湿润 One o'clock midnight, Lao Yao ready to go out “work ”. Before going out, Yao looked back at his son's picture. That is a single photo embedded in a wooden photo frame, slapped, stand on the nightstand. The son of the photo just entered junior high school, wearing a white school uniform, chest hanging silver school badge, is directed at him innocent smile. That smile let Lao Yao both familiar and a little strange, but he still felt very warm. It seems as if a stream of warmth drifts a little bit from the heart and starts to be very light and soft. Then it rages and floods like a burst of bankruptcies. A moment later, Yao's eyes moist