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  顾昭顿时想起了一部很老的电视情景剧<></span>里面有个人整天价提着一把长刀呐喊：<></span>照顾好我七舅姥爷<></span><></span>

  <></span>啊<></span>起来吧<></span><></span>顾昭斜斜的躺在一个无栏杆<></span>无围子的平面矮塌上<></span>身后靠着的是胖乎乎的绸缎缝制的靠垫<></span>头戴一件很普通的帻巾抓发<></span>身着一件豆青色长袂深袍<></span>未着布袜<></span>赤着脚半盘着<></span>手里端着一个青灰色的茶盏<></span>样子很随意的跟陶若打着招呼<></span>

  这是长兄那边的能人<></span>浑身能长百八十个心眼子<></span>原本顾昭在南方明面上这点家底<></span>这家伙不到一个月就打探出来了<></span>

  陶若站起来<></span>老橘子皮的脸上<></span>扯了一脸的笑纹纹陪着小心的打量自己家小七老爷<></span>

  看摸样是顶顶好的<></span>虽在南边晒了好些年<></span>依旧白白嫩嫩<></span>不傅粉也透一股子玉色<></span>顾昭当然黑过<></span>不过这几个月养过来了<></span>

  陶若赞叹<></span>瞧瞧这幅细眉凤眼<></span>眉清目秀顶顶好的上等摸样<></span>说起来老生子都漂亮<></span>家里的小四爷也这样<></span>俊秀漂亮又聪明<></span>只是没小七老爷这般聪明<></span>小小年纪自己支撑家业<></span>跑到南地受罪<></span>开酒庄<></span>酿香精<></span>哎<></span>老太爷要活着还不知道怎么心疼呢<></span>

  <></span>我大哥<></span>大嫂还都好吧<></span><></span>顾昭很别扭的问了一句<></span>

  陶若的脑袋立刻底下<></span>脊梁微弯着回话：<></span>都好着呢<></span>就是惦记您<></span>这些年<></span>也不是不联系您<></span>这兵荒马乱的<></span>早几年老爷在新北<></span>座北<></span>您知道那地方天天打仗<></span>小四爷四岁才知道世界上还有爹……<></span>

  陶若还想唠叨<></span>顾昭有些厌烦的摆摆手：<></span>好了好了<></span>没问你那么多<></span>就说你来做什么吧<></span><></span>