131. On smoking
It was no longer a shallow taste, a faint smell of tobacco penetrated from the nasal cavity, and then the cigarettes in the corners of the mouth did not fall, but sucked heavily, gently biting, and the hand buckled at the back of the head was particularly heavy, and I tried to retreat several times without success.
I knew clearly and clearly in my heart that it was not his brute force that worked, but that my whole body was weak, and the strength I used was probably tickling. It was the first time that the two of them had been so close for a long time that their breath was so close that his breath was sprayed on his face, and when he said vaguely, "Xiao Jiu, open your mouth, I'll take you to smoke." ”
The confusion of his heart gave birth to a sweet feeling, but he did not listen to it, he seemed to have lost patience, and the teeth grinding on his lips fell hard, and I opened my mouth slightly in pain, and his tongue came in nimbly, and even the cigarette holder that was in the corner of his mouth was brought in. Then he said in a voice to his lips, "Come, suck with me." ”
I really couldn't keep up with his rhythm, my head was already blank, and then he was completely in charge of the overall situation, and when he finally let go of me, both of them were breathing very heavily, and a trace of clarity found that most of their bodies were pulled into his arms, the two of them were disorganized, the two buttons on the placket were unbuttoned at some point, and the cool air penetrated, but they didn't feel cold, but there was a trace of sweat on their backs. What does the fire in the starry eyes in the darkness represent, I am not stupid, I dare not move, let him wrap one hand around my waist, and the other hand is still controlled by the back of my head.
I vaguely feel that if I have a little struggle at this moment, I am afraid that I will really go off the gun. Are you ready to be with him like that? There is no answer in my heart. But if he had really done that, I might not have been able to resist, so I would have let things get to that point. Thinking about it, I felt that my face was hot, and I was so tightly stared at by him that I felt uncomfortable, but finally my unsteady breathing gradually calmed down.
As soon as his head was loosened, the ponytail that he had originally tied fell apart, his fingers were inserted into his half-length hair, and a low smile overflowed from the corners of his mouth: "Xiao Jiu, you have a cigarette in your mouth like this, and then you scatter your hair, you can't say how beautiful it is." ”
In the end, I didn't struggle to get up from his arms, leaned on his chest, and the heartbeat of a drum sounded in my ears, and after taking out the cigarette in my mouth, I said, "Your heartbeat is fast enough." ”
His voice came from above his head: "The beauty is hugging, and if my heart is not beating fast, I am not a man." ”
Accustomed to his yellow cavity, he ignored it, and his eyes fell on the cigarette in his hand, which was basically complete except for the obvious wet marks on the cigarette holder. "You haven't slept all night?" It's a doubt, but it's almost a yes.
He hummed softly and said, "We are already in the valley of death, there are so many precedents there, and we have seen so many white bones along the way, if we are not vigilant, we don't know how to die." Xiao Jiu, I have to be responsible for you. ”
His mind fluctuated, and he took out the lighter from the hand he was resting on his waist, and when he hit it, the ghost fire immediately lit up, "It's not bad, why don't you light the cigarette?" He rested his chin on top of my head and said with a smile, "The space is so small, and you can't open the window, so I can't give you second-hand smoke." Holding a cigarette is just smelling the smell and relieving the addiction. ”
I smiled lightly, the lighter moved, lit the cigarette, and then put it between my lips and inhaled, and the next second the cigarette was taken away, and a low rebuke came from behind my ears: "What kind of cigarette do girls smoke?" I replied amusedly, "Why can't girls suck it?" ”
"Xiao Jiu, let me tell you, don't try it just for the sake of being fresh and fun, smoking is not good."
"And you're still sucking?"
Choked one after another, "Didn't I smoke it when I was young and frivolous and ignorant, besides, men smoking is called manliness, and women smoking is not called femininity, it's called ......" He leaned close to my ear, "Smell." ”
I punched him in the stomach, what did I mean? He exaggerated "ouch" and complained in an extremely complaining tone: "Xiao Jiu, you are too violent!" Hmph, I have something more violent, sit up straight and raise your fist at his face, only to hear him shout: "Don't, I'm wrong, it's not okay, blame me for owing it, talking nonsense with you, you can smoke if you want, there is one more in the carriage." ”
The fist was blocked by his palm an inch from his face, and I took the cigarette from his hand, put it in my mouth and took a hard breath, and then spat the smoke ring into his face, thinking to myself: You deserve to choke to death. Unexpectedly, he inhaled hard and said, "The world of second-hand smoke, I'm here." ”
I was amused at once, this person is really faceless and skinless. The atmosphere is very subtle, the role is replaced, I am holding the smoke and spitting out the fog, blinking and watching one after another, when a cigarette is almost finished, he commented affirmatively: "Xiao Jiu, it is not the first time to see your style, but there is an indescribable taste, it really has my appetite!" If it weren't for the wrong timing, I'd have knocked you down here to save me from worrying. ”
I was a little stunned, and actively ignored what he said later, and my thoughts drifted away, when was the first time I smoked? It seems to be too old to look back.
"Xiao Jiu?" The voice of the call pulled back my remote thoughts, and I heard the words one after another, "What do you think? The cigarette butts are almost burning to your fingers, and you shouldn't be yelled at several times. I looked down and saw that the cigarette between my fingers was gone, and I explained, "I threw it out the window." ”
By this time I had sat back in my seat, and he did not reluctantly pull me into his arms, but lay down backwards, muttering, "Since you are awake, you can stay for a while, I will squint, and I will drive at dawn." If you have something, you must call me. I nodded, and then I thought that he might not be able to see it so darkly, and my left hand tightened, and his right hand was held between the palms, and then he stopped moving.
As I listened to the sound of my breathing, my mind drifted back to where it had been interrupted. Actually, the first time I smoked, I remember, it's not a good memory. Those traffickers, in order to win the liking of customers, "wolf child smoking" has also become a selling point, so they took countless inferior cigarettes to force me to learn, only to remember that when I was young, the tears choked by the smoke rolled out, and the group of people watched Zhile from the sidelines. There were even people who threw light cigarettes at me, and I jumped on my feet, and the more exaggerated my movements, the happier people became.
Later, I followed Brother Yu, once stole his cigarette and hid and gobbled it up, and he found out, I felt very scared at the time, but I heard him say: Smoking is a kind of self-cultivation, you can be elegant, you can also be rude, it depends on how you choose.
His words have always been profound, and perhaps they contain deep meaning, but I have not been able to grasp them, but from then on I chose to be elegant, abandoning the bad habits that I had been forced to learn, and learning how to inhale lightly, and flow the smoke from my throat into my nose, and then gently exhale it through my nose, and the smoke turned into a spiral of smoke that rose with the rhythm, neatly arranged from small to large. Later, Brother Yu stopped saying anything when he saw me smoking, and it could be seen from his eyes that he was not dissatisfied.
Strictly speaking, Brother Yu is like my mentor in life, and he didn't even deliberately teach me, he just took me with him, and I learned a lot of truth and knowledge from him. I never speculated about his movements, but when I was talking to him that day, I heard a female voice answering the phone, and I felt some indescribable strange feelings in my heart.
I took out my phone from the inner pocket, opened the call bar, looked at the number again and again, and finally put it away and put it back in the inner pocket.
I just saw that the time above is after five o'clock, and it is almost dawn. But it was still a dark day outside the window, the wind was blowing, and the whining tone was rising from time to time. The inside and outside of the car are like two worlds, a small warm room and a vast cold sky, and when the line of sight turns out the white of the fish's belly, the sky is finally gradually brightening. In the distance, the sky was clinging to the soft curves peculiar to the desert, and a gust of wind passed, and the edges of the curves were as blurry as fog, and strange shapes were formed horizontally, and the continuous ridges and grooves were like carving knives sweeping roughly on the surface.
So over and over again, it finally got through until the sky was white, and then suddenly the wind subsided, accompanied by the smoke and dust, as if the crazy scene before was an illusion, and it felt like in Journey to the West, the demons and monsters fled when they saw the light. When I think of Journey to the West, I will coherently think of the Journey to the West theory of the three madmen before, but the thoughts just flashed through me.
I wonder more about whether this is the most peculiar climate in this Death Valley. Dead silence during the day, ghosts crying wolves at night, if you live here, you may go crazy.
He didn't ask me to shout one after another, but after a while of dawn, he woke up, rubbed his eyes and got up, and asked nonsensically: "Why did the wind stop?" I pulled my hand out of his hand, turned my back to adjust the chair, and said, "It stops when it wants to, it's so willful, what else can you do with it." "It's easy to see him put down his seat before, why is it so difficult for me to turn that control handle?
His arm was touched by the side, and he heard him asking in a strange tone: "Xiao Jiu, what do you see approaching outside the window behind you?" I looked up suspiciously, and soon saw that there was indeed a black dot running towards us at a very fast speed, and when I could vaguely see the outline, I said in astonishment: "It seems to be a yak, one after another, is the rear window of your car firm?" ”
"I don't know if it's strong or not, it's not bulletproof anyway, it should ...... I can stop it. He said to the end, his voice uncertain.
And just a minute later, the problem of the glass is not firmly verified, we watched the yak rush into the back of the car with an arrow step, its hooves slapped on the glass, and the body shook at the same time, so close to find that the yak was so huge.
Successively, he said happily: "Fortunately, the glass is firm enough, otherwise it will ......" Before he finished speaking, I saw that the yak suddenly lowered its head, and my heart trembled, and the secret path was not good, and sure enough, I saw it use its long horns to the top of the glass, and when it was pushed to the third time, the glass had cracked.
I instinctively came out of my mouth to sing a certain frequency of music, trying to communicate with it to soothe my emotions, but I don't know why, this yak was not only anxious but also crazy, and it completely lost its mind. Seeing that the windshield behind me was about to shatter, I quickly pulled out the thinnest bamboo pipe from inside my coat, and a sharp and piercing sound blew, which was a forced eviction sound, which shook the other party back through the animal's instinctive fear of some kind of audio.
The frequency of the crazy yak's top glass slowed down, and when it stopped, it suddenly screamed, then jumped off the car and ran out wildly. Just when we thought it was going to disappear from sight soon, there was a bang, and it fell down, and it was ...... Didn't get up again.
The change came so quickly and so suddenly, and I stared at the place with wide eyes, and after ten minutes, I saw that the yak was still twitching spasmodically from the beginning, and then it became still, and from a distance, it looked like it was dead......