一觉醒来，郑百谦把造屋的事已经甩到脑后头了。昨晚酒喝得有点高，昏天黑地地正在蒙头大睡，一串悦耳的门铃声叫醒了他。他揉揉眼睛想喊老婆，一看床头的钟已经快九点了，才想起老婆早就送儿子学书法去了。谁呀，谁呀。他一边穿衣一边不耐烦地嘀咕。出屋来到院子里，一阵小风 Wake up, Cheng Bashi Qian things have been thrown back to the building. Last night, the wine was a bit drunk and was asleep asleep, awakened by a sweet melody. He rubbed his eyes to shout his wife, a look at the bedside clock almost nine o’clock, only to think of his wife had sent his son to learn calligraphy went. Who, who are you? He muttered impatiently while dressing. Out of the house came to the yard, a breeze