雨后的那天傍晚,父亲的行李袋瘪了下去。起初,我只看见它空落落地张开一条缝,潮湿的墙灰飘在拉链边缘,像一把散发着腥味的头皮屑。吃晚饭的时候,姥爷说起夜里又咳痰,母亲终于忍无可忍道:“你再这样下去会死的!”灯光昏暗,她的脸藏在阴影里,只有耳垂的抖动让我觉得似曾相识。那还是很久之前,父亲的行李袋还塞在柜子最底层。每个早上,我都能看见他的绿色面盆在水泥地板上招摇,它让我想起动画片《变相怪杰》里那副著名 The evening after the rain, his father’s luggage bag deflated. At first, I only saw it open a slit in the air, damp gray floating on the edge of the zipper, like a smell of exuding dandruff. When I was in dinner, my grandpa said that she was expectant at night, and her mother finally could not bear to say: “You’re going to die like that!” The light was dim. Her face was hidden in the shadow. Only the earlobe’s shaking made me feel familiar. It was a long time ago, his father’s luggage bag stuffed in the bottom of the cabinet. Every morning, I can see his green basin swirling on the concrete floor, reminds me of the famous “disguised geek” in the cartoon