那一天,我向父亲努了努嘴,示意一切都妥帖了,他可以转身回去了。四年后,我学成归来。四年里南来北往,父亲只在我离家的第一天送过我,我也很少写信或打电话回家。他只管寄出汗水里掰出的生活费,我只管花光它们。但这一天,他老人家既高兴又激动不已,我也是。我和父亲,坐在黑白电视机前,他生 On that day, I gave my father a nostril, signaling that everything was right, and he could turn around and go back. Four years later, I learned to return. Four years later, my father sent me only on the first day I left home, and I rarely wrote or called home. He just sent the sweat out of the living expenses, I just spend them. But on this day, he is both happy and excited, and so am I. He and I were sitting in front of black and white TV sets