第二章情陷焰火夜(1/8)

女儿归家，我心里百般滋味。出嫁的女儿，不应在我这里。
                                                                                                                                                                丈夫虽然糟透了，还是丈夫，早晚应该回去。但是她回来了，在我身边。
                                                                                                                                                                了无生气的家，重现活力。晚上回来，有个女人在家煮好饭，等着你，就像从前老妻身体尚好的时候。
                                                                                                                                                                有时，我以为老妻没死。她是妈妈的年轻版本，轮廓像她，一举手一投足像她，语气十足她一般。
                                                                                                                                                                她本来不懂下厨，从来都是妈妈做饭，饭来张口。结了婚也请了菲佣服侍。
                                                                                                                                                                她何时开始懂得下厨的呢？在夫家不用做的事，回到父家反而洗手作羹汤。“爹地，怎样？合格吗？”她端上汤，站在我旁边，焦灼地等待我的评语。
                                                                                                                                                                我看见她的模样，好像小时候拿成绩单给我看时的样子，我就忍不住笑了。“爹地，笑什么？很久没见过你笑了。”是的，很久没有笑容了。
                                                                                                                                                                没有值得开怀的事。敏儿回来之后，好像回到从前一家三口快乐的日子。
                                                                                                                                                                “敏儿，你也开朗了。想通了吗？什么时候回去？”“我一早想通了，决定永不回去。”
                                                                                                                                                                “不要说永不。”“爹地，你想赶我走吗？”
                                                                                                                

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