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                                                                    顾明珠不置可否，倒沙发上继续闭目养神。顾烟却很是兴奋，嚷嚷着要打下手。                                                                                                             这点上，不得不说遗传基因的奇妙，顾烟沿袭的，不止她母亲的美貌，还有画家的浪漫气息。而对顾明珠而言，洗手作羹汤是一种姿态，必要时才拿出手，要的是一鸣惊人。                                                                                                             鱼汤上桌，香气四溢的顾明珠都被引过来，拿了碗勺盛了慢慢的喝。                                                                                                             顾烟巧笑嫣然，“爸爸，在哪里钓的鱼呀？前面的小溪么？”                                                                                                             顾博云把鱼头夹下来放到顾明珠碗里，又给顾烟夹她ai吃的鱼背上的肉，手里忙着，笑的格外充实，“西面有条小河，里面鱼很多，管理员说是野生的，捉来特意养着给人钓的。”                                                                                                             顾明珠津津有味的吃鱼头，连连说好吃。                                                                                                             顾博云顿了一下，好像想了一想，又开口说：“昨天下午，我钓鱼时，遇到一个人。”                                                                                                             顾烟眼角一跳，想起方亦城说过，他爸爸也住在这里。                                                                                                             顾明珠淡淡的问：“方正么？”                                                                                                             住在这里的人，她都调查过。方正是轻微中风，住在离这里不远。                                                                                                             顾博云观察顾烟的脸se，点点头。                                                                                                             顾烟也在小心翼翼的观察爸爸的脸se。                                                                                                             一时之间三人围着一锅鱼汤，各自想着心事，都不说话。