这几日,儿子水生的电话扰乱了罗老汉平静的生活。这不,他刚打开家门,堂屋里的电话就响了。又是水生打来的,他嘀咕着,三步并作两步就跑着去看,一看号码,果然是水生的,他没接电话。电话空响一阵后,断了。几分钟后,电话再次骤然响起,守在座机前的罗老汉,看了眼电话号码,依然没有接。他的眼前出现了儿子忙碌的身影,干涸的眼角突然湿润了,他突然有点伤心,伤心于儿子的不成器,心疼于儿子的忙碌。 In recent days, his son’s aquatic phone disrupted Lo calm life. No, he just opened the door and the phone in the hall rang. He was murderous again. He muttered, running in three steps and taking two steps to look at it. When he saw the number, it was indeed aquatic. He did not answer the phone. After the call went off for a while, it was broken. A few minutes later, the phone suddenly sounded again, guarding Luo in front of landline old man, looked at the phone number, still did not answer. He appeared in front of his son busy figure, dry eyes suddenly wet, and he suddenly a little sad, sad son of improver, distressed in his son’s busy.