小雅醒来已是九点,从茶几上的烟盒里抽出一支烟,像慵懒的猫摔到沙发上。啪嗒点着火,她诡秘地看着摄像头,慢悠悠地吐出一个个烟圈,愈飘愈大,终于散乱成一片烟雾。她就是要让这个别墅成为云山雾海,叫老杜找不着人。每次他飙车离开时,她心里就蹿起一股无名之火,噌的燃着了香烟,一圈一圈地吞云吐雾。有一阵子,她觉得自己就是这烟盒里的烟,老杜想抽的时候便抽出一支来,直至抽完一盒,把空盒子扔在这别墅里。烟盒是烟的别墅,而她,是别墅 Xiaoya wake up is nine o’clock, smoking a cigarette from the cigarette case on the coffee table, like a lazy cat fell to the sofa. Pata point of fire, she looked at the camera secretive, leisurely spit out a smoke ring, the more floating bigger, finally scattered into a piece of smoke. She is to make this villa into a sea of ​​clouds, called Lao Du find people. Every time he drag racing left, her heart up an anonymous fire, burned cigarettes in briquettes, puffs around in circles. For a while she thought she was the smoke in this cigarette case. When Mrs. Old wanted to smoke, she took one cigarette until she had finished smoking a box and left the empty box in the villa. The cigarette box is a smoke villa, and she is a villa