晚饭后的厨房,水声开得很小,盘子在手心转一圈,泡沫顺着指缝跑。碗筷靠在架上叮一声,台面擦干,灯下的瓷有一点白白亮;厨房安静下来,像把今天也轻轻放好了。清甜女声指弹民谣,把刷完碗之后那一点干净的收尾感唱出来。
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