父亲告诉我:“每个男人都应有自己的味道。”父亲说这话的时候,深深地吸了一口烟,烟雾缭绕着弥漫开来,淹没了整间屋子。我坐在地上,有些茫然地盯着父亲。父亲见我不吭声,又说:“没有味道的男人是找不到老婆的。”父亲说这话的时候,浑浊的眼睛里忽闪着一种光彩。我喏喏地说了一句:“我饿,我要娘。”父亲不再吭声,只是把头低得很深。良久,父亲从破柜子里翻出一把 My father told me: “Every man should have his own taste.” When his father said this, he took a deep breath and filled the smoke filled room, flooding the entire house. I sat on the ground, staring blankly at my father. My father did not say anything to me, and said: “The man who does not taste can not find his wife.” “When my father said this, his eyes glistened with glory. I shyly said: ”I am hungry, I want the mother. “ ”Father no longer silent, but his head was deep. A long time, my father pulls out a broken cupboard