李晓华一早就骂骂咧咧的,陈呆子麻溜下地,大气不敢喘,他一面小心抱了柴禾,点着了火,一面小心讨好地看着妻子。李晓华一点也没有停止的意思,越发地变本加厉了:瞅你八扁担压不出个屁的样,钱钱不能挣,活活不应人,一天到晚耷拉着穷命的脑袋,再和你过八十年也这个吊样……陈呆子用手扶了下眼镜,呆呆地望着窗外。如果说他没听见,不如说他习惯了。习惯了妻子莫名其妙的骂声,习惯了妻子莫名其妙的发火。他和往常一样计算着妻子开骂的时间,比上回长了足足半个小时,看她那涨红的脸、叉腰的姿势、还有周围纷飞的唾 Li Xiaohua Mamalielie early in the morning, Chen Dianzi Ma slipped to the atmosphere did not dare to breathe, while he carefully held the firewood, lit the fire, while carefully looked at his wife pleasing. Xiao-Hua Li did not stop the meaning of a little bit more and more intensified: Take a look like you can not asshole, the money can not earn, live should not be people, day and night 耷 pull the poor head, and then you eight Decades of this hanging like ... ... stubborn stunned glasses, staring blankly out the window. If he did not hear, it would be better to say he was used to it. Get used to his wife inexplicable curse, accustomed to his wife inexplicable angry. As usual, he calculated his wife’s scolding time, a full half an hour longer than before, to see her red face, akimbo, and the spit around him