“哥,给我下载几首歌吧。我妈不让我去网吧,我只有到你这儿来了……”看着他那张有点陌生的脸,我有些惊讶,有些难过。两年了,听母亲说过关于东儿的很多事,每次母亲在电话里说完后,总是留下一声长长的叹息, “Brother, let me download a few songs. My mother wouldn’t let me go to Internet cafes. I only came to you...” I looked at his slightly strange face. I was a bit surprised and sad. For two years, listening to her mother had said many things about Dong Er. Every time the mother finished talking on the phone, she always left a long sigh.