赵凤兰老人用笤帚清扫房子廊檐下的台阶。渴——房子里似乎有人说。赵凤兰立起腰身,屏息听了听,旋即摇了摇自己苍白的头颅。喝呀!的确是她的二儿子米如山在说话!赵凤兰扔了笤帚,以跟她年龄不相称的速度朝房子里跑去,上台阶跌了一跤,跨越门槛又跌了一跤。左手小拇指骨折了,她一点也没有觉得疼痛,径直扑向躺在炕上的米如山:你说话了,我听见你说话了!老天爷啊! Zhao Fenglan elderly with a broom sweeping the stairs under the house corridor. Thirsty - there seems to be someone in the house. Zhao Fenglan stood waist, breathtaking listening, and immediately shook his pale head. Drinking! It is indeed her second son Mi Rushan talking! Zhao Fenglan threw a broom, to the age of disproportionate speed toward the house, went down the stairs, fell across the threshold and fell. Little left thumb fracture, and she did not feel pain, straight toward the meter lying on the kangshan: You talk, I heard you talking! God!