嚼不烂这女人是话唠。能把一件事从十万八千里外拽到跟前,掰开揉碎,打破砂锅,说个底朝天,再哗啦拍地下,说到一个筋斗云后。眼看太阳从东墙根儿悠到西墙根儿,说了第四遍我得回家做饭去、一顿不做吃不上、没治没治地,依然拉不动腿,因还没说透、熬烂。母亲见她进院,赶快摘一筐豆角,或挑一堆韭菜,慢条斯理地做,都做完了,她的一通话尚在长途列车的第三节车厢逛荡,豆角旗列,韭菜飘飘。随后站在屋中间,掀着门帘,外屋锅 Chew is not bad, this woman is chattering. One thing can be pulled away from the thousands of miles away in front of, breaking apart crumbled, breaking the casserole, said the end of the day, and then tap the underground, after talking about a cloud of tendons. Seeing the sun from the east wall to the western wall of the root child, said the fourth time I have to go home to cook, a meal not to eat, no cure, still can not pull the leg, because not say thoroughly, rotten. Her mother saw her into the hospital, quickly pick a basket of beans, or pick a bunch of leeks, do it slowly, all done, and her one call is still in the third car long-distance trains Visiting, beans column flag, leek fluttering. Then stood in the middle of the house, lifted the curtains, the outer house pot