那个时候常常自嘲:我唯一能谈心的人竟然是游戏室的老板。长头发,半边脸,邋遢——是我能回忆起的关于修叔的全部形象。从时间仿佛永远都用不完的童年和少年开始,修叔的游戏室便已经成了我几乎所有娱乐的归宿。小时候几个孩子凑两块钱就能开心一个小时,加上修叔计时不准,老是忘了叫我们,于是大家不约而同成了修叔的常客。 At that time I often joked: The only person I talked to was the owner of the playroom. Long hair, half face, 邋 遢 - is all I can remember about the repair of the image. From time to time, it always seems to be an endless stream of childhood and adolescence, repair the uncle’s playroom has become almost all my dream home. When I was a kid, I was happy to have two dollars for an hour. Coupled with my uncle’s timing, I forgot to call us.