暮色很重了,隔上十来步远便看不清人的脸面。王翠花带着四岁的儿子小栓,站在故黄河的老堤上,瞅着堤下的公路。车辆行人都稀疏了,远处的云龙山变成墨黑色,山头上亮起几粒星光,岳家民依然没有归来。小栓说:“妈,我累了,爸爸到天瞎黑不回家,真气人。”这孩子尽说大人话,惹人发笑。他跑到树跟前,背靠树干,蹲下来,双手托腮,两眼怔怔地向公路张望。多少日子了,娘俩都是站在老堤上,迎候他 Dusk is heavy, every ten steps away from the face can not see people. Wang Cuihua with four-year-old son small bolt, standing on the Yellow River old embankment, looking at the road under the embankment. Vehicle pedestrians are sparse, distant Yunlong Shan into black, light up a few stars on the hill, Yue Jiamin still did not return. Small bolt said: “Mom, I’m tired, my father blind to the sky black does not go home, infuriating.” "This child make adults say, makes people laugh. He ran to the tree, backed by trunk, crouched down, his hands holding cheeks, his eyes stared to the road. How many days, Niang Liang are standing on the old embankment, waiting for him