1星期天去二哥家吃饭。酒到微酣的二哥再次提起了他们的老父亲,我的公公大人。老父亲一生经历很多,可我认识他的时候,他已经是一位和蔼可亲的老人家,离休数年,赋闲在家。偶尔喝了点小酒的某个午后,安闲地坐在沙发上,在一杯清茶的热气中,和我们谈起他的某一段人生。说的最多的,还是战争时的经历。那些同生共死的兄弟们,某某走的那天穿了什么衣服,谁谁跑得最快,哪次炮弹在他们几米外爆炸时,他们的反应。老父亲参加过解放战争、抗美援朝,受过伤,历过险,却很少提起。有时我们出差,说起经过的城镇或道路,他会说,攻打太原 Go to her brother’s home for a Sunday meal. Wine to slightly intoxicated brother once again brought their father, my father and adult. My father had a lot of life, but when I met him, he was an amiable old man who had spent many years in retirement at home. Occasionally drunk a little afternoon, sitting on the couch, in a cup of tea in the heat, and we talked about some of his life. Said the most, or the experience of the war. Those brothers who lived together, what kind of clothes they were wearing on that particular day, and who ran the fastest, what time the shells were reacting when they exploded a few meters away. The old father participated in the war of liberation, the war on aiding the United States and aid, suffered injuries, experienced insurance, but rarely mentioned. Sometimes we travel, talking about the passing of the town or road, he would say, attacking Taiyuan