我是一个女儿的父亲。国柱先生也是一个女儿的父亲。两个父亲,一个周日的下午,坐在一起,泡了一壶茶,聊了好长时间。从下午三点多一直到夜里十点半了吧。聊嘛,就没有什么规规矩矩的主题,同为父亲,自然也会拉杂到孩子身上。但主要还是他讲。因为,我这个父亲,在他这个父亲面前,还只是一个小父亲。他很深情。像一个父亲的样子。我呢,尚处在做父亲的初级阶段,便是静听。聆听。一同悬在耳边的,是“我们如何做父亲”之类的疑问。 I am the daughter of a daughter. Mr. Guozhu is also the daughter of a daughter. Two fathers, one Sunday afternoon, sat together, soaked a pot of tea and chatted for a long time. From more than three in the afternoon till half past ten in the night. Talk about it, there is no rule of the theme, the same father, naturally, will be mixed to the child body. But mainly he said. Because, my father, in front of his father, only a small father. He is very affectionate. Like a father’s look. Me, still in the primary stage of fatherhood, is listening. Listen. Suspended in the ear, is “How do we father?” Kind of doubt.