刘会兰拎着一个黑塑料袋子出了门,从三楼下到一楼,才发现已经下雨了。雨下得还不小,地上低凹的地方已经积起了浅浅的一层水,儿子的车窗玻璃上布满了密密麻麻的小水珠。她不得不返身上楼拿伞。重新跨进家门,首先闻到的是呛人的烟味。两个儿子和一个女婿都是大烟枪,他们的烟瘾比当 Liu Huilan carrying a black plastic bag out the door, downstairs to the first floor from the third floor, only to find that it has rained. The rain is not too small, low ground on the ground has accumulated a shallow layer of water, his son’s window glass filled with dense small drops of water. She had to go back upstairs to get the umbrella. Re-entered the house, the first smell is choking smoke. Both sons and one son-in-law are big smokes, and their addiction is worse