In the cough, smoking white smoke floated in front of my eyes, floating and floating. Disappear into the air. I winked at my father and clapped my hands to remind him from time to time. Because I saw my mother's dissatisfied eyes.

Last week's quarrel frightened me. The whole family is watching TV happily, only listening to "click, click". Dad couldn't resist the temptation and picked up the cigarette again. Sucking with relish, spraying green fog. Mom couldn't help it: "Don't smoke after you finish." My father just smiled casually, but I found my mother's terrible calm eyes before the storm and stared at my father mercilessly.

Who knows, my father keeps smoking, one, two, three ... The ashtray is full of dust, and I'm afraid a big storm will blow away the peace. The air is full of smoke and gunpowder. If you don't pay attention, count floods and fires. Finally, my mother lit this pile of steel and said angrily, "There is no end." "Good good! Don't smoke. " He said, while cleaning the ashtray. After getting up, I go to play computer.

Within half an hour, my mother's sensitive nose smelled a familiar and disgusting smell. Strode into the study, stare blankly for a while, and then go into the study. Shut the door hard. The sound seemed to hurt my father, and he stopped smoking at once.

The cigar smoke disappeared, and my father probably remembered last week's "invisible arrow" and immediately put down the cigarette butt.

This is not for you to copy.