I started smoking.

Zhang Huaixu didn't let me go out, I dreamed all day long, I didn't want to do anything, and I always had a gray layer when I saw the world.

I bought cigarettes and a lighter in a dilapidated storefront, and I didn't dare to let Zhang Huaixu see me smoking, so I found a secluded street corner nearby, slowly squatted down, and clumsily lit the fire.

The cigarette was lit, and a wisp of white smoke came out, mixed with the pungent smell of tobacco.

I took a sip, and before I could taste what it was, I immediately spat it out.

It was astringent and bitter, and it choked on the throat, as if a chimney had been put in the throat......

Chapter Seventy-Eight of "Youth Scattered into Songs" Goodbye, An Yuqiu is hitting in his hand, please wait a moment,

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