一苏米咣的一声关上门。不,是摔。被她摔过几次的房门,像颗摇摇欲坠的门牙,来回打晃。门没关严,她又摔了一次,门关了。苏米坐在椅子里,椅子太高,她太矮,两条腿不着地。她胖胖的,像个不倒翁。爷爷站在门外,手里端着一碗面,是苏米最爱吃的炸酱面。他已经站了很久,不敢进去,也不敢敲门,向指头粗细的门缝里看进去,苏米乖乖的,拿着蜡笔在桌上画着。又 A shumai closed the door. No, it’s a fall. She was wrestled several times by the door, like a crumbling front teeth, back and forth play shake. The door was tight, and she fell again, the door closed. Sumy sat in a chair, the chair was too tall, she was too short, her legs were stuck. She is fat, like a tumbler. Grandpa stood at the door, carrying a bowl of noodles in his hand, is the most favorite suki noodles. He had stood for a long time, dare not go in and did not dare to knock on the door, looked into the door of the finger, and Suumi obediently painted with a crayon on the table. also