你知道,婚礼必须得气派。不气派是不行的。你知道气派向来和你无关。不过,这段日子你时时提醒自己,要气派。你知道气派是个什么玩意儿。不到五点半,你就被母亲叫了起来。母亲摇晃着你从被里伸出来的胳膊,起吧,起吧,有为。母亲的声音温和而坚决,是母亲一贯的作风。现在你站在地当中,由两个哥们儿帮你穿西服。他们歪着脸,叼着烟,很敬业地蹲下、站起,烟气冒上来,呛得你半闭着眼,像进了虫 You know, the wedding must be great. Impartiality is not acceptable. You know that style has nothing to do with you. However, these days you always remind myself to style. You know what style it is. Less than half past five, you were called up by his mother. The mother shakes the arm that you have stretched out of it, and starts to rise, and works. Mother’s voice mild and firm, is the mother’s consistent style. Now standing on the ground, two buddies help you to wear suits. They crooked face, dangling with smoke, very crouch, stand up, smoke up, choke you half closed eyes, like into the worm