We sat in the small hall on the second floor and started the so-called conversation.

I was eager to try: "Once upon a time there was a mountain"

"Stop, that's too perfunctory!" he interrupted me, shaking the book sealed in thick brown paper, and boasting, "I only got back from the Czech Republic after three trips last year, and you are planning to be so insincere?"

If you don't talk about anything, I always feel that this kind of behavior is a bit naïve, how can anyone have nothing to do and like to listen to stories, but also have to listen to things that have been experienced, which is somewhat inappropriate for people who are ashamed to talk about it.

He lit a cigarette and smoked it elegantly.

Wang Yuan frowned slightly, she already hated this taste.

He spat out the smoke ring and asked me, "Remember the last time I gave you the book?"

"Is it the book that writes about middle-aged people's love?" is still on my bedside, a little obscure, but quite profound, and I only read a little.

"Well, I recently came up with a sequel, but I don't know what to write. ”

He aimed at Wang Yuan and asked, "What about you, what can you share?"

She pondered for a long time, staring at the smoke rings floating in the air in a daze.

When he lowered his head to sort out his trouser legs, he inadvertently glanced at Wang Yuan's hands, trembling, and his feet were moving uncomfortably slightly.

Whether I don't like cigarettes, or I'm too nervous to meet a strange man.

Before I came, I only said that Lin Dongzhe was a friend, and I didn't know that she would be so uncomfortable.

"What are you talking about?" Wang Yuan's voice passed overhead, and I slammed my head on the glass table, turning red.

Lin Dongzhe extinguished the cigarette and said casually: "It's good to talk about anything." ”

She pinched the corner of her clothes again, and said writhingly: "Then let's talk about cigarettes." ”

"Smoke? ”

I patted her on the back to make her relax, but it tightened even more.

"Let's talk about cigarettes, the cigarettes I saw you smoking just now should be very expensive, right?" was asked by her so suddenly, Lin Dongzhe and I felt a little strange.

I glanced at the logo in the ashtray, DUNHILL KING SIZE, sure enough, the price is very high, the last time I filled in the documents to simulate importation, one of the luxury goods has it, the famous cigarettes in the UK.

"Do you know how many kinds of cigarettes there are?" she obviously didn't ask me, but Lin Dongzhe on the other side.

His whole body sank into the leather sofa, his hands interlaced, and he replied lazily: "Burley tobacco, spice tobacco, mixed tobacco?"

"No, there are only two kinds in my eyes, hand-rolled cigarettes and non-hand-rolled cigarettes. ”

"Hand cigarettes, what's that?"

She was still unnatural, the corners of her mouth trembled, and she explained: "Then I'll start telling my story directly, just listen to it, it will talk about hand-rolled cigarettes." ”

I began to wonder if it was a handmade cigarette, but it should generally be very expensive, in addition to being expensive and relatively niche, my dad accidentally got a few boxes, and he was reluctant to smoke them for months.

"Once upon a time......

Lin Dongzhe sat up straight and interrupted her: "You shouldn't tell the same story as Su Ke, right?"

"Just listen to me. ”

He squinted and sat down again.

I'm looking forward to her story as well.

"Once upon a time, my family was in the tobacco business...... I don't know if you've ever seen it, it's that kind of tobacco leaves that are sold, and every time I go to the city, my mother will put the new tobacco leaves from outside the province in a dustpan. ”

I was fascinated by it, and my grandmother also took care of the peacock grass seeds in this way.

She began to interact with us, with a hint of tentation in her eyebrows.

"I have three sisters in my family, I am the oldest, so the family is also more frugal, before elementary school at four o'clock every morning my dad would push that kind of car with a shed, I don't know if you have ever seen it?"

She was so cautious, was she afraid that she would be hated...... I remember that she said that in the semester before the college entrance examination, she was always belittled by her classmates because she said something similar.

Lin Dongzhe took out his notebook and replied without raising his head: "I've seen it, many small traders will use that kind of car." ”

"Then I'll go on. At that time, we needed to occupy the stall in the early morning, and if we went late, we couldn't find a good spot, and the business would be bleak.

Actually, I'm ..... At that time, I looked down on my dad, and if he was as rich as other people's parents, I could sleep until seven o'clock like my classmates and then go to class.......

At that time, I was in the fifth grade, and several good-looking girls in the class had a faint smell of tea, and I was a girl, except for the smell of smoke, and I was called to the principal's office to write an examination.

Probably..... That's why I hated cigarettes, but I didn't hate the smell or I couldn't stand it, but when I smell it, I think of things that aren't good......."

Didn't you hear what you wanted..... Although Lin Dongzhe opened the notebook, he didn't write a word on it.

What can we say about this kind of moment.

When a person is willing to open up their world to other people, there is no better option than to listen.

"Ah, let's talk about the type of smoke on it. Because my family sells cigarettes, my dad basically doesn't buy cigarettes that are packaged outside, but rolls cigarettes and smokes them himself. In fact, it is also to save money, and the money of a box of cigarettes can buy several taels of tobacco leaves.

You may not have seen it, but the cigarette I just talked about is to put the cigarette on paper, any paper is good, preferably the most common homework paper. She gestured with her hand, "That's it, roll up the cigarette-wrapped paper diagonally, from the bottom to the top......

As you can imagine, in the freezing weather, the little girl wrapped like a rice dumpling reluctantly follows her father with a cigarette in her mouth, and shuttles helplessly through the morning market.

At the moment when night and dawn intertwined, the cigarette burning in my father's hand emitted a faint, flickering red light.

Will anyone come to buy it, muster up the courage to try to imitate my father's shouting and soliciting customers, a few simple words, but I can't squeeze it out. The gaze of passers-by also made her timid and vigilant, always unintentionally misinterpreting the meaning of their gaze, whether it was ridicule, disdain, or .......

Lin Dongzhe asked Wang Yuan inappropriately: "You said that you often smelled of smoke when you were a child, so what about now, will you still smell of smoke now?"

"Ah, now?!" she apparently didn't react.

"Forget it, I'll just smell it myself. With that, he leaned over to her and sniffed gently.

He straightened up and commented, "No, it's a faint scent." ”

Then, a suspicious crimson rose across her face.

Finally, he quickly wrote down a line, tore it from his notebook and handed it to her.

He didn't comment on this ordinary story from beginning to end, but we got the information we wanted.

When I left the store, I couldn't help but ask her, "Is it okay to tell him this because I don't know her?"

"I just want to say it, I don't know him anyway, and he can't do anything to me if he says it. ”

Then, I opened the note written by Lin Dongzhe, and there were only a few simple words in it.

After only one glance, Wang Yuan's eyes were filled with tears.

I took it and it read:

Only by experiencing pain can we retain true happiness.