是谁让青春飞扬的你,变成了中规中矩的老爸?又是谁让你抱着吉他的手,拿起莱刀切黄瓜?One暮色四合时,齐晨回到了家。爸爸在厨房做饭,白色的油烟和颇有节奏的炒菜声,飞快地被卷进轰鸣的油烟机。听见关门的声音,爸爸隔着玻璃大声喊:“快去洗手,别忘了换鞋,冰箱里有洗好的苹果,饭一会儿就好了……”齐展的心里闪过一丝不耐烦。每天同样的事情,同样的对话都在上演,唯一不同的,可能只有水果的名字吧。面对年龄不断增长,头脑越来越古板的爸爸,齐晨常常怀疑他有没有过青春。也许,爸爸的15岁,就像那个把班主任的话当圣旨的班长一 Who let youthful flying you become a father of law-abiding? And who let you hold the guitar’s hand, pick up a knife cut cucumber? One twilight Sihe, Qi Chen back home. Dad cook in the kitchen, white fumes and quite rhythmic cooking sound, quickly rolled into the roaring hood. Heard the voice shut, Dad shouted across the glass: “Go and wash your hands, do not forget to change the shoes, the refrigerator has a good apple, rice for a while just fine ... ” Exhibition of the heart flashed a trace of impatience . The same thing every day, the same dialogue is staged, the only different, probably only the name of the fruit bar. In the face of growing age-old father more and more old-fashioned, Qi Chen often suspect that he had never had youth. Perhaps, my father’s 15-year-old, just like that of the head teacher’s words when the imperial edict one