Zhang Ming is in his thirties this year, and has been smoking since he was a teenager, and has been smoking for nearly 20 years.

On this day, after Zhang Ming got off work, he dragged his tired body back home, looking at the clock at six o'clock on the wall, although he was a little hungry, he really didn't want to move, and looked at the ceiling in a daze.

After a while, I felt a little bored, so I took the remote control on the side, turned on the TV, and directly transferred it to the Pearl River Channel, because at seven o'clock, I had the TV series I wanted to watch.

He sat up, picked up the cigarette he was putting on the side, took one out of it, put it in his mouth, picked up the lighter, lowered his head and lit the cigarette, took a deep breath, spit out the smoke, and floated it in the air, and his spirit was much better.

"Hello uncle, can I borrow something from you?"

"Borrow what?"

"Borrow a fire from you?"

"What do you do with fire?

"I'm going to smoke"

"That's not okay, children are not allowed to smoke"

"Isn't it possible to smoke when you grow up?"

“.......”

At this moment, a pleasant wind chime and a childish voice came from the TV, and the numbness eased down, and I looked up at the TV station, where a little girl with an innocent face was communicating with strangers on the street without fear.

Zhang Ming couldn't help but straighten up, looked at this unusual public service advertisement carefully, looked a little stunned, and muttered, "When, the advertisement is also done like this, the time is still a lot, and it's almost time to catch up with a small video."

As the picture progressed, Zhang Ming looked at the small note with a sense of curiosity, wanting to find out, but it never appeared in the shot, as if he had been scratched in his heart, itching, he took a puff of the cigarette in his hand, spit out the smoke, and felt a lot better.

"Sister, this piece of paper is for you, goodbye"

With the appearance of these words, the little girl has walked away, and the camera stops on a woman with light makeup, only to see her also curious look open the paper, revealing a few scribbled handwriting.

"If you know to cherish me, why don't you know to cherish yourself?"

Zhang Ming's hand holding the cigarette paused, looking at the few big words that appeared on it, it seemed that something had touched it in the depths of his heart, and his eyes were slightly red.

Looking at the cigarette burning in his hand again, he sighed, extinguished it, and threw it into the ashtray, a rare thought popped up in his heart.

........

Xiao Yan is a sixteen-year-old girl, professional, naturally a high school student, with long black hair and a round face, looking a little cute, carrying a schoolbag back home, looking at her father sitting on the sofa smoking a cigarette, pursed her lips, and said angrily, "Dad, didn't you say okay, you want to quit smoking~"

Listening to the numb and soft ears of Father Xiao, who was deep in his heart, looked at the cigarette in his hand, took another puff, snuffed it out and threw it into the ashtray, and said with a smile, "Girl, I haven't smoked anymore."

"Hmph, don't smoke it" Xiao Yan snorted and hung the schoolbag on the shelf in the corner.

"Okay, okay, let's come and eat" Xiao's father took a bowl of rice, put it in front of his daughter, and said softly.

Xiao Yan said that she was very angry, did not reply, turned on the TV, picked up the remote control, and changed the channel boredly.

Father Xiao smiled bitterly, his face turned pale, and he said in a deep voice, "It's time to eat, I'll see it after eating."

Xiao Yan was still a little afraid that her father would get angry, so she put down the remote control, picked up the dishes and chopsticks, didn't add vegetables, and buried herself in eating rice.

Xiao's father was helpless, so he took something and put it in the other party's bowl.

"Hello, sister, can I borrow something from you?"

"Little girl, while playing, I don't have time to pay attention to you"

"It's good to borrow something, it's fast, it won't bother you"

"Didn't I tell you? I don't have time to pay attention to you."

“........”

Hearing such a conversation coming out of the TV, the father and daughter of the Xiao family looked up, and when they saw the innocent little girl, their eyes lit up.

"Such a cute little girl is still being murdered, how is it possible, I hate that woman so much," Xiao Yan said angrily.

Xiao's father nodded again and again in agreement with his daughter's greatest thoughts.

"Sister, I want to borrow a fire"

"What are you doing with fire? Children are not allowed to play with fire"

"No, sister, I'll borrow a fire to light a cigarette"

"No, children can't smoke, give me cigarettes"

But as the picture progressed, the two of them had a different impression of the woman with light makeup.

The woman with light makeup changed from the bad attitude at the beginning, to the smile later, and even the redness of the eyes at the end, all of which changed under the communication with the little girl, and it is not difficult to see how attractive a little girl is without intention.

In this way, the father and daughter of the Xiao family looked at the surprisingly long advertisements during this period of time, until finally, scribbled handwriting appeared, and muttered, "Since you know to cherish me, why don't you know to cherish yourself?"

Xiao Yan's heart was sour, and her eyes were slightly red, "Dad"

Xiao's father nodded, took out the cigarette from his pocket, threw it into the trash, and smiled at his daughter, everything was silent.

.......

Somewhere for rent:

The old walls, damp corners, the skin of the walls have long been peeled off, the lights are dim, and the old TV sets in the corners of the walls are flashing.

There was a sloppy man sitting in the middle of the room, dozens of wine bottles were placed on the ground, a bad smell was permeating the room, drunk, picked up a bottle of wine again, opened the cap with his teeth, took a sip, drank the whole bottle directly, and burped.

Just when I wanted to pick up another bottle, a familiar voice came from the TV, and I couldn't help but turn my head and look towards the TV, but at the moment I was drunk, even if I was looking at the TV, there were two overlapping shadows, not to mention the human figure in it.

"Hello uncle, can I borrow a fire from you?"

"I'm going to light it"

"Can you smoke when you grow up?"

"Uncle, this is for you."

Listening to the familiar voice in his ears, his eyes widened, trying to see the figure in front of him, but it was still an overlapping shadow, he raised his hand, and gave himself two slaps, and after his will was a little clearer, he looked at it again, but he was stunned suddenly, and then scolded and said, "Laughing so happily, sure enough, the dead Sanba must have a leg with that kid"

"Wait until you come back and see if I can beat you, little bastard"

"Do you like to be with that little white face so much?"

As the picture progressed, when I saw those scribbled handwriting, I couldn't help but be stunned, and muttered, "Since you know how to cherish me, why don't you know how to cherish yourself?"

The sloppy face kept changing expressions, as if regret, remorse, bitterness, helplessness, and a series of complex expressions, and then howled and cried, looking sad, like a child, which scared the tenant next door, and muttered about neurosis.

Five minutes later, the sloppy man walked drunkenly towards the window, his eyes empty, as if he had no memory of the world.