省儿,你这个小东西,你在布鲁塞尔还好吗? 2002年10月26日中午,当你推着行李车步入北京机场的国际通道时,爸的眼泪一下子下来了。你已经过了二十,可是在爸的眼里,你是那样的稚嫩,你手上哪怕有一星半点的茧子呢。你的行姿慢缓而沉重。肩头一抖一抖,我就知道你也在哭。你本来说不哭的。可你没回头。咬着牙不让自己回 Save the children, you little thing, are you in Brussels? At noon on October 26, 2002, when you pushed the luggage cart into the international aisle of Beijing Airport, Dad’s tears came down. You have passed twenty, but in Dad’s eyes, you are so immature, even if you have a half-dozen blind. Your posture is slow and heavy. With a flick of the shoulder, I knew you were crying. You didn’t cry for this. But you didn’t look back. Don’t let yourself go back