大概有那么两年的时间,父亲在中午拥有属于他的两个包子,那是他的午饭。记忆中好像那是20世纪80年代初期的事,我和哥哥都小,一人拖着一把大鼻涕,每天的任务之一是能不能搞到一点属于一日三餐之外的美食。父亲在离家三十多里的大山里做石匠,早晨骑一辆破自行车走,晚上骑这辆破自 About two years, my father owned two buns belonging to him at noon. It was his lunch. It seems that memory is the early 1980s thing, my brother and I are small, one dragged a big nose, one of the tasks every day is to get something that belongs to three meals a day beyond the gourmet. His father in the mountains more than thirty miles to do the masons, riding a broken bike ride in the morning, riding the car at night broken