四年前，我是武汉一个专门替父亲开夜车的“的哥”。我们共开一辆红色富康，他白天我夜晚。 我曾经知足而惬意地逡巡在这都市的夜里，没有上大学，没有工作，没有女朋友，没有母亲，生活中曾有的惟一约束──我的醉鬼父亲，如今身上小丘般凸起的肌肉也松弛了。我不会弹钢琴，不 Four years ago, I was a “brother” in Wuhan, who was driving a nightcar for my father. We have a red Beverly, he is my night during the day. I had been content enough to comfortably tour the night in this city, did not go to college, no work, no girlfriend, no mother, the only constraints in life ─ ─ my drunk father, now the hill-like muscles Also relaxed. I can not play the piano, no