<p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;"> 萬家燈火，燈籠高懸。鵬帶著女友曉回家過年。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;"> 曉長相甜美，鵬父母笑瞇了眼。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;"> 曉幫著洗碗，鵬父看到她手臂露出紋身，瞬間皺起眉。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;"> “正經(jīng)姑娘怎會紋身？”老人輾轉難眠嘀咕一夜。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;"> “咱家不接受紋身女！”母親態(tài)度堅決。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;"> “那不是紋身，是一種貼畫?！冰i說。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;"> “落伍了！”兩老笑得一臉燦爛。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;"><span class="ql-cursor">?</span></span></p>