“啪!”杯子有规律地做着抛物线运动,支离破碎地死在墙角。水毫无表情地流了一地。父母吵架总是那几句开场白,总是那种紧绷的表情。一切都这样的程式化。红的脖子,手臂上暴突着快要跳出来的青筋的——那是我父亲。气势汹汹,毫不示弱地 “Pop! ” The cup is doing the parabolic movement regularly, die fragmented in the corner. Water flowing without expression. Parents always quarrel a few openings, always the kind of tight look. Everything is stylized like this. Red neck, violent sudden jump out of the arms of the veins - that is my father. Menacing, without any sign of weakness