Chapter 3 Chapter 1 - Lonely because of smoking

Sea mussels without the sting of sand You can't moisten and produce beautiful pearls So I miss keep hurting my heart just for you dear all beautiful pearls The train just left Banqiao, Start climbing from underground to surface. After reading the words on the second cigarette, I turned my body 180 degrees, directly facing the cold wind outside the car. The scenery outside the car is no longer dotted with golden lights in the dark, Instead, under the damp and cold air unique to northern Taiwan, it has a dark green and a grayish blue. Blowing cold wind is also good, the heat in the chest may be able to cool down.

Trying to get rid of the mud on the soles of my shoes, which I got by the construction site when I was in a hurry to hail a taxi at the alley. I almost slipped, but thankfully it was just a gymnastics split. That makes me still have a dull pain in my inner thigh. Standing on the rickety steps, if I'm not careful, I might say Bye-Bye to this train. From my point of view, I am stationary; but in the eyes of God, I am at the same speed as the train. This is the concept of relative velocity in physics. Could it be that when I thought I lived peacefully, God thinks I'm wasting my time quickly?

Such a cold day, and it's raining, will always force people to look through the old accounts in their minds. Thinking of the days that have passed away for no reason, and the people who have never grasped and cherished, A deep sadness welled up involuntarily. So sad that I want to jump out of the car. The speed of the train exceeds 100 kilometers per hour, if I fall out of the door, How fast should you run forward without falling? I think there is no way, I run 100 meters in 13 seconds 3, converted to a speed of only about 27 kilometers per hour. At this time, jumping off the car is another form of seeking death, and there is no chance to leave a last word.

In fact, I jumped over the car, jumped into the car and jumped out of the car. Once I sent Tsuen home on the platform. It was Sunday and there were a lot of people. Tsuen was afraid of the feeling of crowding, so he held on to the armrests of the seats in the car and stood helplessly. She arched like a cat, trying to reduce the size of her body, and looked at me with a hint of panic. After the train started, I swear I saw tears in the corner of her eyes, if I had 2.0 vision. I hesitated only for the time of two carriages, then started, accelerated, and hopped on the train. What sounded on the platform was not the applause praising my brisk figure, but the administrator's whistle.

Jumping out of the car is more thrilling. That time was because I accompanied Ming Jing to Taipei to take the exam. After the train started, she found that the test admission ticket was left in the glove box under the seat cushion of the locomotive. I can see the tears of anxiety and self-blame in her eyes without my vision 2.0. I immediately got out of my seat, rushed to the door, took a breath, and jumped off the train. Because I was running too fast after jumping off the car, my right hand still brushed against the pillars on the platform. The whistle sounded again, the same administrator.

Subconsciously clenched the iron rod with both hands, I don't want to hear the whistle again. What's more, it might be the siren of the ambulance Yiwuyiwo. There are many things in life to learn to relax, but there are also many things that must be grasped. It's a pity that I'm always not tight or loose about everything. What an annoying personality. I hated my personality before I even tried to like it. This morning, I was agitated by this kind of weather where the sun can't get out of the New Year's Eve. Thoughts are like a dog chasing its own tail, spinning in place.

Obviously unable to bite but unwilling to give up, so it turned faster and faster, and the more annoying it became. As soon as the idea of ​​smoking a cigarette flashed across my mind, Ming Jing's reprimand immediately sounded in my mind: "Didn't you say you want to quit smoking? Your will is really not firm." Tsuen's voice is softer, and she usually sighs: "It's no use rinsing your mouth or chewing gum. Did you sneak another two cigarettes?" enough. I angrily opened the drawer and looked for the package of MILD SEVEN that was left in the drawer half a year ago.

I lit the cigarette, and the smoke already had a musty smell from the damp, but I didn't care. When I extinguished the cigarette, I seemed to see blue shadows among the white wreckage. Take a closer look, and there are two words written on it with a blue fine-text ballpoint pen, and the second word is "Thank you". Some of the first character has been burned away, but it is still recognizable as "shoot". Together it should be "thank you". Thank you for what?Could this be the 10 millionth cigarette manufactured by MILD SEVEN? So want to entertain me around the world?

I took out the remaining ten cigarettes in the box and found that they all had blue letters on them. Some only write one line, and some have to turn the whole cigarette in a circle to read it. Although the handwriting is beautiful and small, it is very clear.One stroke at a time, like a sculpture. If you work harder, you may become a good rice carver. The words on the smoke are hot and hot, as if the smoke has been ignited by the blue words. Gently pinching the cigarette, my fingers hurt like being burned. When I read the seventh cigarette, I felt my chest was also lit. So I put on my coat, picked up my backpack, and headed straight to the train station.

I just remember to put the cigarettes back into the cigarette box one by one. It doesn't matter whether it rains or not, and whether I open an umbrella or not. I regret why I didn't look carefully at each cigarette when I smoked this pack of cigarettes. At least the cigarette with "thank you" written on it, I don't know what is written on it. With the movement of inhaling, the blue words were burned to ashes, mixed with the nicotine, and entered the chest. Then it was exhaled without leaving a trace. There was only a slight pain in the chest. Maybe life is like smoking a cigarette, only a casual glance when it is lit.

The process of life turned into a smoke ring and disappeared without a trace in the breathing of the chest. Breathe out involuntarily, like smoking a cigarette. Because of smoking, so lonely; because of loneliness, so smoke. After smoking, I often don't know whether it is cigarettes or loneliness. I don't think I will smoke anymore, because I don't want to burn out the affection on the cigarette again. Write down your reluctance and longing on the cigarette that you hate smoking by the person you like. What kind of mood was that? The sound of Dangdang sounded in my ears, and the train passed a level crossing. I made a victorious "V" gesture to the people and cars waiting behind the fence. It's boring, I know.But in the face of unknown results, I need courage and luck. It would be great if only level crossings were needed to be chosen in the journey of life instead of crossroads. When you encounter a level crossing, there will be a warning sound and a fence that will be lowered to prevent the passage. Then we know it's time to stop. But life is full of crossroads. When the green light at the intersection starts to flash, what decision should be made in that split second? Speed ​​through?Or hit the brakes? My foot would be on the brakes and I would come to a stop on the white "line penalty" line. And usually at this time the yellow light has just come on. I'm probably the kind of person who doesn't have the courage to rush over and sighs at the yellow light. If this is my predestined personality, then I will probably live my life cautiously and safely. But it will lack the thrill of adventure and excitement. That said, I don't do crazy things. What if this personality is brought into full play in love?