一这个时候,郝老爷就像一摊烂泥,瘫在太师椅上。老爷那张生来就会笑的脸阴沉得吓人,一对小眼睛傻愣愣地瞪着,半天眨不下来。颌下那一撮老爷经常把玩的胡须,此时也受到了冷落,随着主人粗重的鼻息而微微颤抖。大堂里已经燃起了蜡烛,幽暗的烛光把一张张肃穆的脸映衬得更加凝重。一屋的人都屏住呼吸,只有那灯花不时剥剥地跳。一只猫 At this time, Master Hao is like a mud, paralyzed in the armchair. The old man who always laugh faces gloomy face, a pair of stupid staring eyes stupid, half blinked. The handful of beards that the lumps in the jaws often played were also left out at this time, trembling slightly as the master snorted. Candles have been lit in the lobby, and the gloomy candle gazes at the solemn faces. A house of people hold their breath, only that light peel from time to time to jump. a cat