蔡琳子拧开了大门,比平时晚到家二十分钟。庄玮庆已经回家了,此时已经和公公婆婆坐在餐桌前用餐了。庄玮庆是蔡琳子的丈夫,是公公婆婆的儿子。他们不约而同抬头瞥了一眼,公公朝她点了点头,婆婆继续嚼着饭,把目光移走了,轻飘飘的。蔡琳子本来想解释一下晚归的原因,可话在心里盘桓着,到了嘴边又咽了下去。她低头往卧室里走,倒是庄玮庆的话穿过了盘子和筷子碰撞的声响,“稀饭锅里还有。”有老人在的时候,他们在饭桌上很少交谈,偶尔蹦出的话题,也都像枯叶一样无 Cai Linzi unscrew the door, twenty minutes later than usual. Zhuang Weiqing has been home, this time has been sitting at the table with her husband and wife dining. Zhuang Weiqing is the husband of Cai Linzi, the son of a father-in-law. They glanced up spontaneously, the father nodded to her, her mother continued to chew on rice, the eyes removed, floating. Cai Linzi originally wanted to explain the reasons for the late return, but then in the heart lingering, to the mouth and swallowed. She looked down to go to the bedroom, it was Zhuang Weiqing’s words through the plate and chopsticks collision sound, “porridge pot there.” When there are elderly, they rarely talk at the dinner table, occasional pop-up topic, Also like dead leaves