“志洲,衣服晾哪儿?”伟伟姑娘细声细气地问。李志洲不抬头,托着腮帮,一经想自己的。他就这么个脾气。说于什么事偏得干完,想什么也非得想个究竟。小时候就这样。“洲儿,娃娃家不兴熬困眼,睡喽。”姥姥照例嘱咐完,忙着搓洗一家人的衣裳去了。志洲不吭声,拖着板凳往小院角落的阴影里挪了挪,昏黄的灯光刚好扫不到他三岁的小身躯。院子中央,累了一天的爷儿儿个正翘腿喝 “Zhizhou, clothes dry where?” Wei Wei girl asked carefully. Li Zhizhou do not look up, holding cheek, once thought their own. He is so temper What to say about doing too much, think what have had to think about it. That’s it when I was young. “Chau children, doll home unhappy boil, sleep myself.” As usual, asked my grandmother, busy scrubbing the family’s clothes went. Zhizhou does not say anything, dragged the bench to the corner of the courtyard moved in the shadow, dim light just swept his little body three years old. Central yard, a day of tired Ye children are Alice Qiu leg