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读大学的那几年,每逢双休日就在姨妈的小饭店里打工,不为生计,只是为了磨炼自己,体验一下生活。记忆中,那是一个春寒料峭的黄昏,店里来了一对特殊的客人——父子俩。说他们特别,是因为那父亲是盲人:一张密布着重重皱纹的黝黑的脸上.一双灰白无神的眼睛茫然地直视着前方,他身边的孩子看上去就二十来岁,衣着朴素,身上却带着沉静的书卷气,是个正求学的学生。男孩把老人搀到一张桌子旁坐下。
During the past few years in college, I used to work in my aunt’s small hotel every Saturday and Sunday. I didn’t make a living, just to temper myself and experience life. In memory, it was a chilly evening and a special guest, father and son, came to the shop. They said that they were special because the father was a blind man: a dark, dark face covered with wrinkles. A pair of gray, apathetic eyes stared straight ahead. The children around him looked twenty years old and dressed. However, the body is quietly bookish and is a student who is studying. The boy took the old man to a table and sat down.