她对他的抱怨已经不是一天两天了,终于抱怨像蓄积已久的火山,在一个毫无征兆的下午,彻底的爆发出来。火山爆发的理由也太过简单了些,只不过是吃饭的时候,坐在对面的他喝汤的时候,不经意的发出几声吧唧的声音,那种声音于他是生活满足的享受,而传到她的耳朵里,则变成了粗俗没有教养的恶习。她有意的像加粗的重点符号一样,故意让自己的眼睛停留在他的视线范围内,试图让他知道她的不满,而他则依然大大咧咧的搅动着筷子,惬意的发出吧唧的声音,仿佛喝下去的不是紫菜汤,而是浓浓的幸福。 She was not complaining about him a day or two a day, and finally complained like a long-established volcano, in a signless afternoon, broke out completely. The reason for the volcanic eruption is too simple, but just eating time, sitting across from him when the soup, inadvertently issued a few Baji voice, the kind of voice in his life to meet the enjoyment of the pass Into her ear, it becomes a vulgar uncorrupted abuse. She deliberately tried to make him aware of her dissatisfaction by deliberately letting her eyes stay in the same line of sight as the bold key symbol, while he was stirring the chopsticks with a careless chirp, as if Not seaweed soup drink, but thick happiness.