我还记得两年前,因为工作繁忙压力很大,他曾经一度身体不好。我去医院看望他,和调调一起,带着简单但却是自己亲手制作的三菜一汤。他躺在病床上,瘦了,有着深深的眼眼圈,表情憔悴。我心里钝钝地痛,并不知道该如何表达。一直以来,我都是靠耍宝卖萌在博出位啊,不是吗?所以我也不管场合对不对,挂着一脸灿烂的笑问他:“要不我给你说个相声吧?”他仿佛被我这个提议吓到,白了我一眼。我又继续建议:“或者来一个胸口碎大石?”好像终于明白我是在哄他开心,他又甩给我一个白眼, I still remember two years ago, he was once in poor health due to the heavy workload. I went to the hospital to visit him, and tune together, with simple but their own hand-made dishes. He was lying in his bed, lean, with a deep eye-rim, his face haggard. I blunt pain, do not know how to express. All along, I rely on the jealousy to sell Meng in the Bo ah, is not it? So I no matter the occasion right, hung with a look of brilliant smile asked him: “or I will give you a comic?” He seemed to be scared by my suggestion and gave me a second glance. I continue to recommend: “Or to a broken stone boulder? ” It seems like I finally understand that I was happy to coax him, he gave me a fool of myself,