１９８４年 ,姥姥的亲侄带着一身的老陈醋味道从偏僻的山西老家来到北京。当时的舅舅很土 ,虽说他的辈分比我大 ,个头也比一般人高些 ,但他只比我大８岁 ,我和妹妹都跟着妈妈直呼他的小名“小八” ,他也并不在意 ,总是半张着嘴默默地乐。舅舅的头上有一块秃顶 ,妈妈曾劝他去治 In 1984, his grandmother’s nephew with a taste of the old vinegar from remote Shanxi home to Beijing. At that time, my uncle was very earthy. Although his seniority was bigger than me and his head was taller than the average person, he was only 8 years older than me. My sister and I both called his nickname “小 八” along with my mother. Do not mind, always half silent mouthful of music. Uncle’s head bald, my mother had advised him to rule