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一魏松一句随便,成为一场战争的导火索。此时他坐在我对面,满脸沮丧,如同斗败的雄鸡,低垂脑袋,耷拉着耳朵,两臂不停地在胸前抱紧又松开。我说你能不能不这样?我端起面前的菊花茶,轻抿一口。他老婆问他晚上想吃什么,她给他做。他正在赶写一篇领导讲话稿,头都没回应了一声,随便。她说,家里哪有随便可以做了吃。他正为怎样把讲话稿写得让新来的局长满意而焦头烂额,没心思跟她多说,顺口溜出一句,没有,那不吃算了。魏松的长相和他的内心一样,柔软如同春天堤坝上的嫩草,
A Wei Song a casually, become the fuse of a war. At this moment he sat across from me, his face depressed, as the rooster defeat, drooping his head, pulling his ears, his arms kept tight and loosen his chest. I said you can not do? I took the front of the chrysanthemum tea, frivolous. His wife asked him what he wanted to eat tonight, and she gave it to him. He is writing a leading speech draft, no response has been heard, casually. She said that at home, there is nothing to eat. He is trying to find out how he can make the new secretary happy and frustrated. He did not mind talking to her anymore. Without a word, he did not eat. Wei Song looks like his heart, soft as spring grass on the levee,