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我的外祖父,曾经是一名抗日游击队员。他出生于皖北乡村一个还算富足的乡绅之家。那个地方叫伊桥,我少年时曾蹬自行车去过几回。柳树,麦地,沟渠,黄土,路边稀稀落落的野草,再普通不过的乡村的样子。听说家里有百余亩地,雇过一个长工,还有一个炮楼,一杆枪。这样的身家,后来土改时划为地主成分,实在是理所当然的事情。但“地主”是他的父亲,我母亲的祖父,我叫做“老爷爷”。我小时候,老爷爷就住在我们家,苍白的胡茬,苍白的头发茬,满脸皱纹,沉默寡言,没什么喜怒哀乐的表情。
My grandfather, once an anti-Japanese guerrillas. He was born in a village rich in northern Anhui squalor house fairly rich. That place is called I Bridge, I used to pedal bicycle in my youth a few times. Willow, cornfield, ditches, loess, roadside sparse weeds, and then ordinary rural appearance. I heard that there are more than 100 acres of land at home, hired a long-term workers, as well as a turret, a gun. It is a matter of course that such a net worth was later classified as a landlord by the land reform. But “Landlord” is his father, my mother’s grandfather, and I’m called “Grandpa.” When I was young, grandfather lived in our house, pale stubble, pale hair stubble, wrinkled, dumbfounded, nothing emotive expression.