Chapter 16 smoking woman

When you are unhappy, smoke a cigarette, and the feeling of being drunk is as sad as being drunk.Smoke reminds me of a love story. I used to have a girlfriend who was a heavy smoker.But her boyfriend hates smoking the most.So every time she meets her boyfriend, she brushes her teeth and rinses her mouth to remove the smell of cigarettes. I was at her house that night and she smoked two packs.Suddenly, her boyfriend came up on the phone, saying that he was nearby and would come back in ten minutes. She was so frightened that she hurriedly rushed to the toilet to brush her teeth.When she ran out of the toilet halfway and taught me to open the window, I was startled. Her mouth was full of cigarette cream foam and blood, and half a stick of toothpaste was hanging on her chest.She clenches the toothpaste tightly in her fists, as if she is holding a murder weapon. It reminds me of the Vietnamese refugee camps, don’t there be sharpened toothbrushes to make weapons?She said that because of impatience, she brushed so hard that her teeth bleed, and she swallowed two mouthfuls of mouthwash.

There was a mint smell of mouthwash in her mouth, and she felt that it was too sloppy, so she took a few sips of brandy, and the mint smell in her mouth turned into the smell of wine. Later, they broke up.Whenever she talked about the embarrassment that night, she smiled wryly. Willing to pretend to be oneself for a person, maybe the slightest love and sacrifice, with tears in the smile. I just don't know if she pretended not to smoke or he pretended not to smell smoke.