傍晚,在外面听了会儿桂树上绵延不绝的蝉鸣,我走进厨房,开始做一个人的晚餐。四下里,一片静。我把菜切得沙沙作响。那个饭碗,就在那棕色的桌面上,默默地看着我,乳白色的身子,上面有青色的花纹。“嗞、嗞……”突然,兜里的手机震动起来。是他们打来的?我急忙放下菜刀,把手机掏了出来。一个柔和而熟悉的声音响起:“今晚我和你爸回来吃饭。”“好,你们早点回来!”手机里一片机器的轰隆声。我无奈地摇了摇头。没多久,我便准备好了晚餐。桌上,不 In the evening, after listening to the evergreen cicadas on the laurel tree, I walked into the kitchen and began to make my own dinner. Four times, a quiet. I cut the dishes rustling. That job, on that brown desktop, silently looked at me, milky body with a green pattern on it. “嗞, 嗞 ...... ” Suddenly, his cell phone shakes up. They call it? I hurried down the kitchen knife, the phone pulled out. A gentle and familiar voice sounded: “Tonight I come back to eat with your dad. ” “Well, you come back earlier! ” A phone boom in the machine. I shook my head helplessly. Soon, I am ready for dinner. On the table, no