“爸!”好像听到了远处的呼叫,他喉咙深处咕哝了一声:“再过五分。”妻子死了十四年了,每天早上叫醒他,是他独养女儿幸子的事。“爸!”这一次听得很清楚。“噢噢,马上……”他仰起身,眼睛里映入了没有关闭的电视画面。叫他的是屏幕上年轻的女演员,脖颈那儿束成一束的发型,还有宽宽的前额,倒是跟幸子有几分相似。他起身,扫视了一下没有人气息的房间。饭菜,他没动,还那样在桌子上搁着,地板上倒着威士忌酒瓶。——那人哪儿不好呢?——您得有能够说服我的理由呀! “Dad! ” Seemed to hear the call in the distance, muttering in the depths of his throat: “The wife died fourteen years, waking him up every morning is his daughter Sachiko thing. ”Dad! “ This time I heard very clearly. ”Oh, right now ..." He looked up and reflected in the television screen that had not been closed. Call him a young actress on the screen, a bunch of hair around his neck and a wide forehead, but rather somewhat similar to Sachiko. He got up and glanced at the inanimate room. Food, he did not move, so still resting on the table, lying on the floor whiskey bottles. - Where’s the bad guy? - You have to be able to convince me!