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                   我还是更ai粥和咸菜一点，不过看在做饭的人不是自己的份上，也不能太过于挑剔。                                                                                                             吃过了早饭，我把厨房和房间都收拾了一下，然后拿了收拾好的行李箱。我在这的东西一向不多，摆在这的不过是两三身换洗的衣服，原本我就没有打算在这里长住的打算，仔细算算，其实我在这住了也不到一个星期，却觉得这一段时间像是过了几年那么久。                                                                                                             我其实是提前了几天回去的，虽然是我堂弟结婚，但是基本上那些个事情也不需要我帮忙，家里面的亲戚最远的也只是说会在婚礼的前一天到。                                                                                                             到家的时候在中午，去了家里面把东西放下之后我走了半小时的路到了爸妈的店里面，正好赶上店里清闲爸妈吃午饭的时间党。                                                                                                             “怎么的也不提前打一声电话过来，瞧瞧，都没给你准备什么好菜！”                                                                                                             老爸一边念叨着一边起身想要给我去盛饭。                                                                                                             “我自己来，您吃着！”                                                                                                             我蹦跳着自己行动，反正这店里面有哪一块地方是我不熟悉的，而且当nv儿的哪有让自己老爸动手的，多折煞人啊。                                                                                                             “瞧你那样，哪像是一个27岁的人啊！多大了还蹦蹦跳跳的？”老娘回首看我在那边盛饭，忍不住吐槽了两句。                                                                                                             “不像27岁多好啊，至少给人感觉我还年轻着呢！”我快速地把饭给盛了，还没等到坐回餐桌就已经开始扒饭吃了，家里面的饭都感觉特别好吃。                                                                                                             “你就不着急吧，你弟都b你先结婚，你还悠着，还记得b你弟大一岁的江滨吧，他再过两个月也结婚了，新娘都已经好几个月的肚子了……”                                                                                                             老娘自打进入更年期之后，那絮叨的功力又见上涨了一点，尤其这几年，絮叨的更加厉害了，而且是见缝就钻，敌退我进，敌逃我打贯彻的很彻底。                                                                                                             “妈……”我求饶，“难道你就指望着我被人ga0大肚子然后挺着一个肚子结婚么？”