曾经有一度时间,我非常害怕。爸爸是个小县城的摄影师。我们一家平静地生活在那个安静的小县城里。那时,我在附近的闽侯六中就读。因为小照相馆没有冲洗照片的设备,爸爸每隔三四天就要将几天内拍摄的照片拿到市里找大型的照相馆冲洗。为了降低路费,爸爸常常要骑上一个多小时的摩托车,越过我们农村坑坑洼洼的土路,开到城市的边界,然后步行进城。为了多接几个活,爸爸一般是选在晚上的时候进城。每到冬天骑车的时候,晚风凛冽得会直接透过爸爸衣裤的纤维,吹得他的骨头发抖。后来每次出行之前,我就拿了五六个超市的便利塑料袋塞进爸爸怀里。这样寒风就吹不进爸爸的身体了。那时候,我们全家的通信设备就一台小灵 There was a time, I was very scared. Dad is a small town photographer. Our family lives quietly in that quiet little town. At that time, I was studying at Minhou Sixth Middle School. Because the photo studio does not have the equipment to process photos, my dad takes photos taken in a few days every three or four days to the city to find a large photo studio. In order to reduce the tolls, my father often rode motorcycles for more than an hour, crossing the bumpy dirt roads in our countryside to the city borders and walking into the city. In order to pick up a few more live, my father is generally selected into the city at night. Whenever you ride a bicycle in winter, the breezy winter blows through the fibers of his father’s underwear and blows his bones trembling. Later, before each trip, I took fifty-six supermarket convenience plastic bags into my dad’s arms. This cold wind can not blow into the body of my father. At that time, our whole family’s communication equipment was an elf