老地主陈景灿颤巍巍地从厚厚的被窝里探出了上半身,无法阻止的老年褐斑梅花一样盛开在他青筋暴突鸡爪似的手背上,他僵硬地移动着那颗精瘦干瘪的脑袋,把它靠在叠得尺把高的枕垫上。此时,阳光把卧室照得一片灰蓬蓬,像有虫子在穿梭。陈景灿眨巴着双眼,他患有白内障,眼前都是一片灰白,看不到自己的影子。这时,隔壁传来了一阵尖叫声:你昨天晚上是怎么斗地主的?看到 The old landlord Chen Jingcan trembling from the thick blanket stuck in the upper body, unable to stop the old brown spotted plum flowers in his bloody like chicken legs on the back of his hand, he rigidly moving that lean shriveled head, Put it on the pillow with a high cushion. At this time, the sun shone the bedroom a gray, like a worm in the shuttle. Chan King Chan blinked his eyes, he is suffering from cataracts, the front is a gray, can not see their shadow. At this moment, a scream came next door: How did you fight the landlord last night?