这是一间低矮、破旧的房屋。奶奶坐在床边上,正端起一碗冒着热气的米汤送到嘴边,小孙子林奕倚在她的膝上,静静地望着她。林奕看奶奶轻轻地喝了一口,便问:“奶奶,好喝吗?”奶奶皱了一下眉头:“米汤怎么是咸的?”她把碗慢慢放在旁边的桌子上,然后伸出瘦弱的手紧紧握住林奕冻得通红 This is a low, worn house. Grandma sat on the edge of the bed and was carrying a bowl of steaming rice soup to his mouth. Lin Xiao, the little grandson, leaned against her knee and looked at her silently. Lin Biao saw her grandmother take a sip and said, “Grandma, is it good?” Grandma wrinkled her brow: “How is rice soup salty?” She put the bowl slowly on the next table and stretched it. A thin hand clasps Lin Biao’s redness.