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一送葬的人都离开了,堂叔没动,这个四十多岁的男人默立着,面向坟碑,背影充满忧伤。堂婶转头看看丈夫,和孩子先走了,走之前,她望了望我,我向她点点头,她也点点头,一副放心的神情,我突然对自己的自信动摇起来,堂叔会跟我说么?坟前剩下堂叔一人,我站在不远处一棵树下,作为一个写作者,坟前这个充满故事的男人谜一样吸引着我。坟里是一个叫伯特·杰克森的英国老人,我无法弄清堂叔与他的关系,祖孙?父子?知已?患难之交?
A funeral of people left, Uncle Tang did not move, the more than 40-year-old man standing in silence, facing the gravestone, full of sad back. Aunt Tong turned to see her husband, and the children go first, before she left, she looked at me, I nodded to her, she nodded, a confident look, I suddenly shaken their self-confidence up, Church Will the uncle tell me? There was one uncle Uncle at the grave, and I stood not far from a tree. As a writer, the enigmatic man full of stories attracted me. The grave is a British old man named Burt Jackson, I can not understand the relationship between cousins and his grandchildren?