一个唱红脸,一个唱白脸我的脾气是姥爷宠的。我嘴刁,要吃城西头的煎饼油条。姥爷骑着老旧的自行车,呼哧呼哧地穿过大半个城市去买。他满头大汗地将煎饼、油条放在我床头时,我又说:“想吃楼下的豆腐脑!”我父母在外地工作,姥爷惯得我无法无天。家里 One sings a red face, one sings a white face my temper is a grandfather favor. I am greedy, eat pancake fritters in the west of the city. Grandpa rides an old bicycle and snoring through half the cities to buy. When he sweated pancakes and fried dough sticks on my bedside, I said, “I want to eat the bean curd downstairs!” My parents worked in the field and my grandfather used to be lawless. Home