天空阴沉得像块浸满水的灰抹布,一片云头过来,不知谁拧了拧,就落了雨。雨水敲击着三层老式砖瓦房,传来遥远的山林和松涛的声响。灯光温暖,照亮一张热气腾腾的大桌子。晚饭时间。五个孩子、四位老人,欢声笑语。叶德奕一家三口端着碗筷站在后面,儿子叶新亮看着父亲夹起一块肉片,将自己的碗送过去,没想到父亲却转手将肉片摁在了旁边的一个女孩面前。女孩姓李,和叶新亮没有任何关系,却和坐在桌上的每个人一样,同是叶家人。 Gloomy as the sky was covered with water lumps of gray cloth, a cloud head over, I do not know who screwed the screw, it fell into the rain. Rain knocked on three layers of old brick houses, heard distant mountains and Songtao sound. The lights are warm and light up a steaming big table. dinner time. Five children, four elderly, laughter. Ye Deyi a family of three standing behind the table and chopsticks, his son Ye Xinliang looked at his father picked up a piece of meat, his bowl sent in the past, did not expect his father changed hands next to the meat in front of a girl. The girl surnamed Li, and Ye Xinliang has nothing to do, but everyone sitting on the table, the same is Ye family.