人生有时带有极大的偶然性,一件小事、一个器物、一句话,甚至一组数字,都可以让人难忘、挂念一辈子。我也没有料想到“504”这组数字,竟叫我难忘、挂念、琢磨至今。记忆中,我与父亲辛笛在上海虹口区海伦路上走着,忽然,父亲指着临街一排房子中一座盖有红瓦、斜坡开着老虎窗的庭院式洋房,对我说:“到了,到了,504!”“老先生是念念不忘啊,连门牌都用‘504’!” Sometimes life with great fortune, a small thing, an object, a sentence, or even a set of numbers, can be memorable, miss life. I did not expect “” 504 “this group of numbers, actually called me unforgettable, miss, pondering so far. In memory, my father and I walked along Helen Road, Hongkou District, Shanghai. Suddenly my father pointed to a courtyard house in a row of houses facing the street covered with red tiles and slopes with tiger windows. He said to me: , To, 504! ”“ The old man is obsessed, ah, even the house with ’504’! ”