贵爷蹒跚着往杨梅冲去。他挎着一只盖着毛巾的竹篮,一缕缕热腾腾的饭菜香气从雪白的毛巾下钻出来,绕着他的腰杆打转。那腰杆已经弯了,找不到当年溜直挺拔的痕迹,看去像大风中的一根毛竹。人老了就彻底变了样,只是贵爷还不到七十,是让生硬的岁月搓揉成了这样,还是让自己沉重的心压成了这样?唯有眼睛依然大睁着。虽是失了年轻时的清亮,倒也并无衰老中的浑浊,像是裹了许多内容。此刻望着杨梅冲,那眼里分明还有星星 Your uncle staggered rushed to the bayberry. He left a bamboo basket covered with a towel, a bundle of hot meals under the white towel drilled, spinning around his spine. The spine has been bent, can not find the traces of straight upright, looks like a bamboo windy. People become completely changed the old, just not less than seventy, is rub hard to become such a tough time, or let his heavy heart pressure into this? Only the eyes are still open. Although it is lost when young clear, it does not appear in the senility of the muddy, like a lot of content is wrapped. At the moment looking at bayberry red, that there are clearly stars in the eyes