凉爽的夜风轻轻摩挲着我的脸颊,远处机车轰鸣、霓虹闪烁,我的思绪又飘到和太公在一起的日子……一头雪白的短发、一件洗得发白的老式中山装,耸着肩,目光犀利却又温暖无比,嘴里叼着一支烟斗,烟嘴儿已经被咬穿了,饱经沧桑的脸上浮现着淡淡的笑容。记忆中的太公似乎一直没变,总是那样硬朗、慈祥。小时候,我和太公一起住,太公是我最好的玩伴。太公的宝贝是花生米,平时视如珍宝,只要我在,他就拿给我吃,还眯缝着眼睛说:“慢点儿 Cool night wind gently rubbing my cheek, roar of distant locomotives, neon lights, my thoughts and drifting to the day together with the Taigong ... a short white hair, a washed white old tunic, Shrugged shoulders, sharp but extremely warm eyes, his mouth dangling from a pipe, the cigarette holder has been bitten through, the vicissitudes of the face with a faint smile. The memory of the grandmother seems to have not changed, always so tough, kind. When I was a kid, I lived with her husband, my god is my best playmate. Taigong’s baby is peanuts, usually as precious, as long as I am, he gave me to eat, but also narrowed his eyes and said: ”Slower