一陈晓莉打开家门,一股刺鼻的烟味扑面而来。她回头瞄了一眼,她身后的两位闺蜜都条件反射地捂起了鼻子。客厅里正在酣战麻将,四个人三杆烟枪。“今天天气预报说了,pm2.5偏高,还增加污染!”陈晓莉皱着眉,将客厅的窗户开到极限。其实,她是不反对别人抽烟的,爸妈都抽烟。她是看不惯妈抽烟的样子——把烟叼在嘴角,像三十年代的娼妓,四十年代的国民党特务。虽然妈一再解释,歪着嘴抽烟是为了不让烟雾迷住眼睛而出错牌,但她总觉得这种姿势在同学面前有失母亲的风度。 A Chen Xiaoli opened the house, a breath of smoke blowing. She glanced back, the two girlfriends behind her reflexively cover their nose. Living room is pitiful mahjong, four people three shots. “Today’s weather forecast said, pm2.5 high, but also increase pollution!” Chen Xiaoli frowned, the living room window to the limit. In fact, she is not opposed to smoking, parents are smoking. She could not understand mom smoking - smoking cigarettes in the mouth, like the 1930s prostitutes, Kuomintang agents of the 1940s. Though she repeatedly explained that she smuggled her mouth to make mistakes and confuse her eyes, she always felt that she was losing her mother’s demeanor in front of her classmates.