“又给谁打电话呢?”老妈的一声断喝吓“洒”了我的电话粥。“整天在一起还说不够吗?非得在电话里聊,我说咱家的电话费怎么‘哧哧’往上长呢?”老妈的抱怨把我用电话粥换来的好心情掀了个底儿朝天。往后再打电话,总像做了贼似的,一边说话一边盘算着电话费,又快乐又紧张,真不是滋味。 “Who’s calling again?” “The mother slammed and smashed” my phone porridge. “Isn’t it enough to be together all day long? I have to talk on the phone. I said how is the telephone bill for the family’s family going to grow up?” “Mom complained that I used the phone porridge in exchange for a good mood.” Inverted. Afterwards, I always call like a thief. When I talk and think about telephone charges, I’m happy and nervous. It’s really not a taste.