My friend started smoking again, and I don't know when or for what reason, but I just know that he quit for a while and started smoking again, for the occasion, for some special reason, or just want to let the smoke go around and hug himself? Asked, gave me an answer, silent after listening, the answer may be some sadness or not the whole reason, everyone has their own heart, it is not appropriate to ask. It's just that the smoke in the mouth is still clear in the heart, and it has never left!
In fact, I don't hate people who smoke, on the contrary, I am attracted by the faint smell of tobacco, just because it is harmful to health, I can't encourage others to smoke, nor can I let myself passively smoke, but I often wonder how they started?
Smoking for me is an impression, when I was a child there was a dry tobacco basket at home, Dad bought back the tobacco leaves and rubbed them into the basket, buying cigarette paper is my business, buying back to my dad roll a thick and thin cigarette, and even and beautiful, and then life gradually got better, Dad began to smoke cigarettes, unfortunately my cigarette craft, and then the brother's sister's baby was born, Dad hid outside to smoke, and then got diabetes, tobacco, alcohol and tea were quit.
Grandma can't smoke rolls, Grandma uses a long big cigarette bag, she uses a hairpin to cut out the oil in the cigarette bag pot, bump it, get it clean, I put the cigarette in and compact it, Grandma will squint her eyes and suck it up and spit it out, one of Grandma's eyes is blind after the second uncle's car accident, but little I have never seen Grandma cry, she is such a taciturn and kind old lady! Every time she lit a cigarette, the old and the young quietly enjoyed one afternoon after another between inhalations, and the comfortable picture of the flashing red cigarette bag pot and the white smoke spit out by her grandmother was engraved in her mind
The neighbor is a fat foreign woman, I don't know why she chose me to help her buy cigarettes, she bought a silver elephant, so many years I still remember the name of the cigarette, a particularly fragrant cigarette, the aroma will be swirling for decades, occasionally smell the same smell, the mind will be pulled to a long time ago, full of silver elephant smoke smell of the trail
The aunt is a distant relative of ours, every year will come to my house, mature but more than others kiss, the aunt is a laughing woman, with big eyes and a dimple, she has two children the eldest is a boy, the smaller is a girl one year younger than me called Juanzi, she said that all the clothes that Juanzi wears are mine. My aunt can smoke, and once I asked, "Auntie, why do you smoke?" "She said to go to the mountains to pick fungus and mushrooms, the woods have a lot of blind motley bites can hurt, the whole body is covered or will be bitten, smoking can drive away mosquitoes, long time to learn, that time I learned that sometimes learning to smoke is not because of the heart, life needs are like that."
But often see those beautiful girls smoking, somehow feel quite a pity, such a beautiful girl should not be innocent and innocent? Why are the eyes cold enough to iceman, hiding in the corner smoking? I didn't hate them, and then I met some girls with their own stories, occasionally eating and drinking and singing together, and when they knew each other, they lit a cigarette in front of me, and I would accompany them to light a cigarette, but let the cigarette burn slowly between my fingers and finally couldn't get into my mouth.
His son also began to smoke, he said that the commissary near the school sold it, one dollar a piece, his aunt occasionally met and took a photo to let me discipline him, I did not forcibly stop it, but also told him the harm of smoking and the desire not to let him smoke, but it will also give him room to grow
Friends quit smoking for two years and start smoking again, is this cigarette really that good? My son left two cigarette boxes at home, one morning I ordered a sip, bitter and spicy and choking, quickly extinguished, probably I smoked the wrong time, is it necessary to drink, or in the hustle and bustle of the crowd, or need to light a cigarette in the middle of the night of the silence of a person slowly surrounded by themselves in loneliness to taste the sweet taste?