Lemao couldn't open his eyes, as if a big sun was burning him in front of him. But the pain of the burn couldn't stop him from wanting to smoke a cigarette. It's like a worm that keeps biting in his heart, brain, and blood vessels, and this sadness is a thousand times more painful than a burn.

"Burn me! Burn me! Give me a sip, just a sip! He shouted.

He heard someone ask, "Do you just take a puff?" ”

He nodded hurriedly: "One bite, just one bite!" ”

The man said, "Climb out and give you a suck!" ”

He opened his eyes and saw himself in a room made of iron with a small hole in the corner. He lay down and looked, and saw a hill outside the cave piled up white powder, and swarms of rats crawling through the pile, squeaking excitedly.

His heart was surging and he felt that life had ignited hope.

However, the hole was so small that only cats and dogs could get through.

He anxiously walked around the room, groping for every brick on every wall, trying to find an exit.

There should be a door, right? Otherwise, he thought, how did he get in?

"Don't look for it, you are a sinful person, and there is no door in a sinful heart like yours." He heard the man say.

For some reason, he felt that this man was right. He admits his guilt, and he is willing to accept punishment. But before that, he just wanted to take a puff. As long as he takes another puff, he is willing to let him go to jail or die.

He looked back at the low dog hole.

The voice rang out again: "Come here, you can suck as much as you want!" ”

The temptation of white powder was too great, and he tried to dig his head into the hole. The hole was uneven, and there were many sharp nails, which made his head ache and hurt.

He stepped back and went to the walls around him.

This time, he found a door in one of the walls.

He laughed, "There's a door!" Haha, there's a door here! ”

He pushed the door open with all his might, and a gust of wind blew in, causing him to stagger. Blindfolded, he walked out the door, and when he reached the door, he suddenly stopped.

Outside the door is an abyss. The wind roared like a tiger, whirling in the abyss beneath its feet.

"Jump, jump and you'll be free!" The voice said.

Jump? Or don't jump?

Lemao hesitated.

He wanted to be free. Jump off and you're relieved!

But...... He turned his gaze to the little hole – beyond which was heaven – a paradise for addicts!

He stepped back and closed the door.

The wind stopped, and his heart pounded.

He didn't want to die yet. He wanted to take a sip, even if he died, before he died.

He went back to the little hole and tried to dig his head in.

This time, the head went in.

The hole was stretched open by his head as if it were bouncy.

He felt his head pass and wanted to lift it up to take a look, but he couldn't, and the pressure was like a taut rubber band all around.

It may be that the wall is a little thick, the hole is a little deep, and his body has already penetrated before his head has passed.

The pressure around him was getting stronger, wrapping him whole around him, like a cocoon. He became a chrysalis in a cocoon.

The inside of the hole was slimy and a little wet. He crawled forward with difficulty, as if in the opposite direction of birth, back into his mother's body.

Over the years, what eating and drinking has added to the body is slowly being squeezed out. His blood, his brain, and his bone marrow flowed out of his seven orifices.

He was in great pain!

From this pain, he imagined the pain of his mother when she gave birth to him. These two kinds of suffering are interdependent, one is tension and the other is pressure.

When a person is born, it is when the mother suffers.

It's just that people pay more attention to the joy of a new life than to the suffering of the person who gave birth to it. Moreover, in the face of a great affection called maternal love, no suffering is worth mentioning.

Lemao inexplicably remembered his mother, the woman who eventually died in the opium bed.

Lemao remembers the last words she said before she took her last breath: "Don't touch the smoke!" ”

Now, do you have to give everything back to your mother?

The painful sensation is slowly disappearing. The air in his lungs had been completely squeezed out, and his heart was only a small one, which didn't need to beat because there was no blood.

Suddenly, his body loosened, and the pressure from the outside world disappeared. He floated, surrounded by a yellowish transparent liquid that made people feel warm.

He couldn't open his eyes, he couldn't see anything. But he could feel his presence—he was a baby—curled up in his mother's belly.

How comfortable!

What a big smoke! What morphine! Nothing matters anymore!

If life could be repeated all over again, he wouldn't touch these things!

But can life really be restarted?

As he thought about it, a light flashed in the darkness.

He opened his eyes and saw that he was tied to the familiar pillars of the Westhouse, unable to move his body except his head.

Across from him stood a man with messy hair and a bowl of hot porridge in his hand.

The man stepped forward and helped him untie the rope.

Just now, he was still struggling desperately to escape from here. And now, without the rope, he seemed to have lost all his strength, and his body collapsed at once, and if it weren't for his back against the pillar, he might have fallen.

"Why smoke big cigarettes?" The man with the porridge asked.

Lemao leaned against the pillars and gasped, his eyes staring vacantly at the roof, as if reminiscing about his life.

"At first, I was curious, but when I saw that everyone was sucking, I took a sip. Just take one bite, and immediately feel cool after sucking! You can do other things cool, but it's not as fast as it, it's easy to come. ”

"For example, it's also cool for you to do that with a woman. But it takes a lot of time and effort to start drying, and Big Smoke is different. You can get just as much pleasure just by taking one bite. At that time, I thought, what kind of sister will I work hard to flirt with in the future, just smoke a big cigarette. ”

"Later, after sucking too many times, the feeling of happiness was not obvious. Every time I suck it, I feel so guilty that I can't suck it. But man becomes stuffy, dreaming all day long, squinting sheep's eyes. At that time, I missed the feeling of sucking for the first time, and I can't forget the feeling that is sweeter and more refreshing than my first love. I said, it's better to do it again, one last time...... The last time! ”

"After that, my body became more and more uncomfortable, and I didn't have a comfortable bone in my body. What's going on? Taking medicine didn't work, so I had to continue to suck, I was tired and sucked, I was sleepy, I sucked in my back, I sucked in my legs, I went to work in the field, I had to suck in pickles, I had to suck pickles......"

Lemao twitched his nose as he spoke.

"Do you still want to suck now?" Aoki held the bowl in one hand, took a cigarette out of his pocket with the other, took it in his mouth, and lit it with a lighter.

White smoke quickly dispersed and filled the dimly lit room.

Le Mao's breathing was rapid, and his chest was heaving. He swallowed a large mouthful of saliva, his Adam's apple swaying around his slender neck, and said cautiously, "I...... Take a puff? …… One bite, just one bite! ”

He held out a finger on his chest.

Aoki nodded, flipped his hand and pressed a bowl of piping hot porridge on Le Mao's face.