我爹是个瞎子,天生的瞎子,自打生下来起,就没看见这个世界到底是什么样。虽说爹眼瞎,但却有几分灵气。小时候跟一位剧团下放的先生学艺,学唱歌、学胡琴、学吹箫,没几年工夫就学得有模有样。那歌儿唱得声情并茂,那胡琴拉得有滋有味,那箫吹得悠悠扬扬。后来,爹又跟一位摆摊算卦的老瞎子学算卦,也许是同病相怜,那位老瞎子待爹比亲儿女还好,他把摸索出来的算卦本领和看虚病的本事, My father is a blind man, a born blind man who has been born since he did not see this world. Although the blind father, but a bit somewhat Aura. When I was a kid, I devoted myself to learning art, singing, learning huqin, and playing flute. It took me a few years to learn a model. That song children sing very passionate, that hu-qi pull has nourishing, that flute blowing longing. Later, the father and a stall with the old blind guy learn the hexagrams, perhaps the same compassion, the old man waiting for his father better than the pro-children, he groping out the ability to calculate the Gua Gua and see the virtual ability,