上床前关掉电话铃,还没有合上眼,那一头清脆的“叮铃、叮铃铃”却响了起来。平常响两声自动转为传真信号,干脆连这项操作也失灵,非要人接听不可。眼镜来不及戴,瞎子摸象般拿起听筒,视觉的模糊慷慨传染给听觉,报信的声音像来自九霄云外。死了?布烈逊?唯唯诺诺应着,挂了电话才忽然一醒。哦,死了。九十八岁,生于二十世纪○一年,差一点没有能够看到干禧曙光。上次回家,我妈妈笑着诉说我小侄女的坏“不高兴人家阿婆罗里罗嗦,居然自言自语地埋怨:‘这么老了,怎么还不死?’”后生之可畏,一言难尽。在六七岁小孩眼中,三十就已经“老了”罢?九十八,连侏罗纪公园也不肯收留。作为悼文,这篇真容易写:大师中的大师世纪最 Turn off the phone before going to bed, did not close the eyes, that a crisp “jingle, jingle bell ” rang. Normally two rings automatically converted to fax signals, even this operation also fails, non-essential to answer. Glasses too late to wear, the blind like the elephant picked up the handset, blurred vision generous infection to the hearing, the voice of the letter from Cloud Nine. Dead? Brixon? Only non-compliance should be hung up the phone suddenly wake up. Oh, dead. At the age of 98, was born in the 1900s, almost unable to see the dawn of a dry jubilee. The last time I went home, my mom smiled and told me the bad niece of my little niece. “I am unhappy. My grandma, Luo Loruo, actually complains: ’It’s so old, how are you still not dead?’ , A word difficult to make. In the eyes of six or seven-year-olds, the thirties already have ”old" strike 98, even the Jurassic Park will not accept it. As a memento, this is really easy to write: master master of the century