我羞于说我认识她,她喊我,我装聋作哑,视而不见。久而久之,他看出端倪。一次,他摸着我的头,很严肃地说:“你可以什么都不懂得,但必须要懂得爱。”每次他用独轮车推她出门,都会引来行人注目,男人脸上堆满不屑和不耻,女人眼里闪着嫉妒和羡慕,小孩子好奇地围着观看,老人们摇头叹息。他推着她,穿街过巷,神情自若。当他倾着身子和她说话时,目光柔和似水。我牵着他的衣襟,走在他身旁,头低得恨不得钻进地 I am ashamed to say I know her, she shouted me, I am deaf to mute, turning a blind eye. Over time, he saw it. Once, he touched my head and said very seriously: “You can know nothing, but you must know how to love.” Everytime he pushed her out with a wheelbarrow, he would attract pedestrians, Full of disdain and shameless, a woman’s eyes flashing envy and envy, the children curiously around watching, the old people shaking their heads. He pushed her, crossing the street, looking down. His eyes softened as he leaned over to talk to her. I took his skirt, walked beside him, lowered his head too low to drill into the ground