那是6年前的事了。我爸刚从祁阳药械厂下岗,就在县城的一个十字路口搭建了一间铁皮小屋,卖些水果、烟酒等。一天黄昏,一位中年男子走到老爸的铁皮屋前,放下沉甸甸的编织袋,从口袋里摸索出两元钱,买了一包红豆烟。他抽出一支,点上后就和老爸寒暄起来。 That was 6 years ago. My dad just laid off from the Qiyang Pharmaceutical Factory, in the county seat at a crossroads to build a tin hut, sell some fruits, tobacco and alcohol. One evening, a middle-aged man walked to his father’s tin roof and dropped heavy woven bags. He fumbled out two dollars from his pocket and bought a bag of red bean smoke. He pulled out one, after the point and greet the father up.