夜,深了。我揉揉疲倦的双眼,放下笔,准备上床。一间13平方米的斗室,除了衣柜、书柜、写字台,已经无法容纳下大床,只好向空间发展。一架双层床,儿子睡上铺,我和妻子睡下铺——再搭出两块木板。一套两室一厨单元楼,两家合住已经9年了(比抗日战争还长)。不过听说,新房即将竣工,前途是光明的。我艰难地翻了个身,忽听“啪”地一声,是录音机的按键响。儿子在 Late at night. I rubbed tired eyes, put down the pen, ready to go to bed. A 13-square-meter cubicle, in addition to the closet, bookcase, desk, has been unable to accommodate the next big bed, had to space development. A bunk bed, son sleeping in the shop, my wife and I sleep in the shop - and then take out two pieces of wood. A set of two rooms and a kitchen unit building, the two have been living together for 9 years (longer than the Anti-Japanese War). However, I heard that the new house is about to be completed, the future is bright. I struggled to turn over, suddenly heard “snap” to sound, is the recorder’s key ring. Son in