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一这儿,是婺城红军巷干休所。晚霞与群山接吻的时候,闽东籍老红军战士石雨来九十七岁寿宴结束了。女儿石维克扒完两口饭,收拾起碗筷,走向厨房。厨房内自来水哗哗作响,妈妈冷眉正在冲洗锅碗瓢盆。石维克挽起袖子,去解妈妈的围腰,说:“妈,我来吧。”“你还是去收拾行李吧,部队上的事重要。”“晚上九点动车,早着哩。”“那也要坐四个小时火车,你休息下。”冷眉见石维克不动弹,说:“你发什么呆?要不,你去客厅里陪老头子说说话吧。”石维克从窗口往客厅张望一眼说:“我还是陪你说说话吧。”
One here is Wucheng Red Army Lane dry rest. Sunset kissing with the mountains, the old Red Army fighter of Fujian, Shi Yu to 97-year-old birthday ended. She Shiwei Ke Chop two meals, pick up the dishes, go to the kitchen. Water rushing in the kitchen, my mother Leng Mei is washing pots and pans. Shi Weike rolled up his sleeves to solve the mother’s waist, said: “Mom, I come.” “You still go to pack it, the military matters.” “Nine pm motor car, Early in the morning. ”“ It would have to take a four-hour train, you rest. ”“ Leng Mei see Shi Weike does not move, said: ”What do you stay? Otherwise, you go to the living room with the old man said Speak. “Sheik Vik looked from the window to the living room and said:” I still talk to you. “”