他的生命里似乎只有父亲的声影,好几次哭着问,为什么其他同学都是爹娘一起去开家长会的。父亲闷声吐尽烟圈,擦了一把他的小脸,说母亲在他很小的时候就去世了。他接受了这个事实。偶尔能听到父亲说一些关于母亲的贤惠和善良。父亲的脾气很不好,从田埂回来就抽烟,抽完了才做饭,睡前还要喝两杯烧刀子。他最厌恶那股子烟酒味了,这时总会抱怨。父亲听烦了,就骂人。他顶嘴,父亲就打人。爷俩间的沟壑也就筑起来了。 His life seems to be only the sound of his father, crying several times asked why other students are parents and parents together to go. Father smothered the smoke ring and rubbed his little face, saying his mother had died when he was very young. He accepted this fact. Occasionally I heard my father say something about the goodness and goodness of the mother. My father’s temper is very bad, come back from Tian Ku smoking, pumping finished before cooking, but also drink two cups before going to bed knife. He most disgusted with the smell of tobacco, then always complain. My father got bored and scolded He talked, his father hit people. Between the two gully also built up.