靠窗棂坐着的那位老人家是一位航海者,刚从海外归来。他和萧老太太是少年时代的朋友,彼此虽别离了那么些年,然而他们再次会面时,直像忘了当中经过的日子。现在他们正谈起少年时代的旧话。“蔚明哥,你不是二十岁的时候出海的么?”她屈着自己的指头,数了一数,才用那双被阅历染浊了的眼睛看着她的朋友说,“呀,四十五年就像我现在数着指头一样地过去了!”老人家用手捋一捋胡子,很得意地说:“可不 The old man sitting by the window was a voyageer who had just returned from overseas. He and Mrs. Elder Xiao are friends in their childhood, although they are separated from each other for so many years, but they meet again, just like forgetting the days passed. Now they are talking about old adolescences. ”Wei Ming brother, you are not at the age of 20 what the sea it?“ She bent his fingers, count the number of only those who have been exposed with turbid eyes watching her friend said ”Yeah, forty-five years have passed just as I am counting fingers now!“ The old man said with a handful of beards, ”