一话“3、7、9、0、1、3、5……”这可不是哪个小毛头在学数数,而是我爸在喃喃自语。这阵子,爸爸迷上了买彩票,都傍晚6点多钟了,他还在书桌旁用功呢。妈妈大喝三声:“吃饭啦!”我连忙跑到饭桌旁,却只见到妈妈一个人。平时叫吃饭,爸爸都施展“瞬移”过来,今天人上哪儿去啦?“3、9、1……”一阵阵数数声从书房里传出来,我大喊一声:“爸爸,开——饭——啦!”可爸爸还是没来。我忍无可忍,奉妈妈之命,冲进书房把爸爸拉到了饭厅。 A word “3,7,9,0,1,3,5 ...... ” This is not a small feather in the count, but my dad is muttering. This time, my father fell in love with buying lottery tickets, more than 6 o’clock in the evening, he was still at the desk hard work yet. Mother shouted three times: “Meal!” I quickly ran to the table, but only to see her mother alone. Usually called to eat, my father has cast “teleport ” come, where are people going today? “3,9,1 ... ” a burst of sound came from the study, I shouted: “Father, open - rice - it!” But my father still did not come. I am unbearable, the mother’s life, into the study dad pulled to the dining room.