陈天河那天哭丧着脸回来的时候,陈四义正在东间那盘铺着一张破篾席的土炕上躺着。他听完陈天河哭叽叽的诉苦后,什么也没说,而是卷了一根喇叭状的纸烟抽起来。他让刺鼻的大烟叶子搓成的碎末变成了白烟,顺着鼻子,冒上头顶,升到空里,一直升腾着爬到屋梁再压下来,慢慢地弥漫满了整个屋子。他就这么若有所思地抽着,直到这根烟燃尽,这才放下那条瘸腿用腚蹭着下炕,拄着拐,一拐一拐地走到墙角,蹲下身,掏索着,从一 When Chen Tianhe cried with his face back that day, Chen Sanyi was lying on the eastern plate with a piece of broken tukang. After he heard Chen Tianhe crying and complaining, he did not say anything, but curled up a trumpet-shaped cigarette. He made the clinker of the pungent, smoky leaves turn into white smoke, ran down his nose, risen to the top of the sky, climbed up to the roof and pressed down slowly, filled slowly with the whole room. He was smoking so thoughtfully until the cigarette was exhausted, before he let go of the lame, rubbing against the lower kang, leaning on the corner, turning to the corner, squatting down and digging From one