一夜色像锅台上的水汽般在小镇上弥漫开来。杨师太一边心神不宁地盯着热气直冒的炒菜锅,一边轻声嘟囔:今儿个小立子怎么搞的,都快8点了,咋还不回来?这回无论如何得说说他了,贪玩成这副样子怎么得了?不过话说回来,儿子贪玩归贪玩,还从未这么晚都不回家的,会不会出什么事了呢?她? One night, like the water vapor on the pot stage, it spreads across the town. On the other side, Yang Shitai’s eyes restlessly stared at the steaming pan and whispered softly: What did you do with a small child today? It was almost 8 o’clock. He still did not come back? This time, he had to talk about him. What did you get to play like this? But then, if his son is greedy for fun, and he has never returned home so late, what will happen? Her?