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吴可英一放筷,老伴张玉兰就叫他收桌、洗碗。他心想:你叫我干我偏不干,不叫我干说不定帮做点什么,别人管天管地,难道我连老婆都管不得?他躺在沙发上,津津有味地抽起烟来。 “抽多点嘛,指头还没变成烧火棍。” 吴可英一看,是罗,指头黑了一节,不洗一下,等会抓牌,别人看了多不好。他走进厨房,用肥皂洗了洗,不行;就将指头插入去污粉盒里,反复在水泥板上磨。 “老站长,学习五十四号文件罗!”门
Wu Keying put chopsticks, his wife Zhang Yulan told him to close the table, wash dishes. He thought: You told me to do my job, not to ask me to do something that might help others to control the day, do not even my wife have control? He lay on the sofa, relish smoking . “Pumping more points, fingers have not become a burning stick.” “Wu Keying a look is Luo, a finger black, do not wash, and so will card, others looked bad. He walked into the kitchen, wash with soap, no; just put the finger into the decontamination powder box, repeated grinding on the cement board. ”Old webmaster, learn fifty-four file Luo! " Door