即使天堂有神灵,他也不会想到我在怀念他。我这样一个晚辈,他一位朋友的孩子。他挺高的个子,下巴有些向前兜,不太说话,就是说了,声音也不大,一双细细的眼睛总像是在笑。从我七八岁认识他那时起,就从不曾忘记他的名字。他叫刘海。但别人叫他时,都习惯把海的发音给“儿化”了,就变成了“刘海儿”。我把这样一个形象,去和女孩儿额前的那小片儿头发相联系,但怎么也联系不起来。耀景街十六号(现二十二号),是俄国人建 He would not think of me missing him even though there is a god of heaven. I am a junior, a friend of his children. He is quite tall, his chin some forward pocket, not too talkative, that is, the voice is not large, a pair of thin eyes always like laughing. From the time I met him at the age of seven or eight, I never forgot his name. His name is bangs. However, when others call him, they are used to the pronunciation of the sea to “infantile”, it becomes “Liu Hai children.” I associate such a figure with the small piece of hair before the girl’s child, but it can not be linked. Yao Jing Street on the 16th (now on the 22nd), built by the Russians