Chapter Seventy-Seven: Memories of a Cigarette
Maybe Ye Zhihan's request is too simple, right? Xiao Yichen, who was originally as indifferent as ice, hooked his lips slightly and said, "This is easy, I'll do it now?" ”
As he spoke, he turned around and walked towards the staircase, took two steps, as if he had thought of something, his footsteps paused for a second, and then turned around and walked back, the purpose of his return was to take out the cigarette and lighter in his jacket pocket and hand them to Ye Zhihan, Ye Zhihan was slightly stunned, he could only reach out to catch it, and then before he could react to what was going on, Xiao Yichen said mysteriously, "When I feel bored, it accompanies me, you can also try?" ”
After Xiao Yichen finished speaking, he glanced at Ye Zhihan with a smile, then turned around and walked slowly to the entrance of the building, and then there was the sound of his footsteps going downstairs. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info
Ye Zhihan first watched his back disappear, then looked down at the cigarette and lighter in his hand, was stunned for a while, the corners of his mouth hooked up with a touch of indescribable bitterness, and then slowly took out a cigarette, put it in his mouth, and slowly lit it! Then took a deep breath.
When he exhaled the first puff of smoke, his eyes were already covered with a layer of mist, and as the smoke rose repeatedly, it was like the picture scroll of history unfolding in front of him, and he was pulled back into that unbearable memory.
The most painful memory is that he and his brother were in school class, and suddenly there was a "buzzing" sound in the air when the Japanese bombers flew in, and the teachers and classmates ran quickly, and the school was in a mess, but fortunately, the bombers swept past the school and flew to the most densely populated city center.
That memory was painful, at the moment when those bombs were densely smashed down from the sky, he was shocked by the terrible sound, his brain was almost blank, and even in his memory, the whole ground was shaking, he only knew that his brother was holding his hand and running desperately, he only knew that he was running desperately with his brother, running and running, he saw that the neat streets were no longer neat, the only thing he could see was the smoke-filled ruins, the only thing he could hear was the cries and screams of the people, The last shrill sound was a bomber flying over their heads, then a deafening explosion, and my brother took him under him, and then he knew nothing.
When he woke up, his brother pressed on his body, he lifted his brother off his body in a chaotic way, and then he understood what was going on, they were covered with a thick layer of dust, which was the dust splashed up when the bomb exploded, and the brother was bleeding from his head, and then he stopped his brother into his arms, shaking him while crying, and then the brother slowly woke up, and the two brothers walked in the direction of home with difficulty.
When he and his brother returned home along the ruin-like road, the whole house collapsed, and he and his brother had no other way, so they stupidly used their hands to plan, and they tried to rescue their parents buried underneath, but unfortunately, they were too weak, and in the end, the only thing they found was a box of cigarettes left by their father, and a pack of matches, and then it slowly turned dark, and the two brothers sat on the ruins of the house. The elder brother handed him a cigarette with his bloodstained hand, and he said, "Xiaohan, we are all men, give, smoke one, learn to smoke, it means that we have all grown up, and we will not be alone in the days without our parents!" ”
When Ye Zhihan thought of this, he was suddenly burned by the cigarette butt to his fingers, only to know that the cigarette had been burned out unconsciously.