I closed my book boredly, yawned and stretched out as I leaned back against my chair, and my eyes fell on a box of cigarettes in the corner of the table.

I pulled out a dot and came up with a feeling of falling, one of the few times I felt at level with the world. The irritability is flattened, and the panic is reduced by half. I was eighteen years old, and it was as if I had been floating in the sky for eighteen years.

I didn't understand before, why do people rely on cigarettes? Later, I realized that when I was troubled and helpless, a little light on my finger was the sun.

"What are you doing?"

Behind me, a gentle voice asked.

"Smoking."

Instead of looking back, I stared at the clouds outside the window and pondered.

"I haven't seen you for more than a year, and you still haven't changed, like an arrogant potted plant." She laughed softly like a silver bell, her peach blossom eyes bent into crescent moon with a smile, and I turned to look at her, as if intent on seducing my soul and letting me surrender to rest in her arms.

"It's been a year, but your figure and memories can't be erased in my mind. I did what you said, and I thought I did a good job. I let out a long puff of white smoke and met her eyes on her peach blossom eyes.

"But smoking is not good for your health, have you ever thought about quitting smoking?"

"Is it necessary?"

"If I finally don't go your way—" she paused, as if unwilling to finish.

"The first cigarette was left over by my dad, and the rest of the road was my own choice," I continued with another puff of smoke, "The cigarette box is marked as smoking is harmful to my health, but it doesn't affect my addiction to it." Like you, you can't quit and don't want to. ”

"Can I hear your story, Zhou You." She pulled a chair in her slender hand and sat it close to me, almost pressed against my arm.

"There's no more wine." I'm sorry to say.

"Your master has it!" She giggled, her eyebrows curled into crescents, a juggling bottle of liquor in her hand, tilting her head and shaking at me.

She poured me a glass of wine, tasted it herself, and the bitter taste made her brow furrow, stuck out her tongue, said so bitter, and handed it to me in disgust.

"Actually, I don't have a story. When I was a child, I always wanted to be an adult, I always thought that I was already an adult, and everyone was urging me to grow up, demanding that I have to take responsibility, and when I had to do this and that, only my parents remembered that I was still a child. The saddest hurdle I've ever experienced is actually my dad's death. The year he died, I rode up the mountain alone every night and shouted twice in a quiet and uninhabited place until the day of the Chinese New Year," I took a sip of white wine and continued:

"I'm too young to shout at the crackling cannons in the sky." The glass landed on the coffee table with a crisp sound.

She nodded, and shook her head again, as if to make a pertinent assessment of my words.

"When I was a child, I actually had a good life, I didn't have to worry about food or clothing, I had all kinds of toys, and my parents took me to travel and learn all kinds of skills."

"Then why do you seem to be more unfazed, contemplative and calm like a piece of wood?"

"Because I've always been lonely." I took a sip of liquor and said lightly.

"Me too." She stared into my eyes, and I pretended to look at her with ease. After a while, she took the wine glass in my hand and filled it with white wine.

"Quiet people have the ability to think deeply, and when I am not socializing with people, I am constantly knowing myself, sobering myself, and telling myself that there is still a long way to go, and one day it will be successful. So day and night, I seemed a little more mature than my peers, but not so evil. ”

"Traveling..."

"Huh?"

"What is your love like?"

"Heavy."

"Will it be mine?" She asked me with a smile.

I nodded earnestly: "Maybe it already is." ”

We talked a lot that night. From how the "sky" is formed, to how the moonlight is beautiful tonight.

Nai Qing asked me what my wish was.

I said, if only this night would never be over.

At this moment, the sweetheart is by his side, the concerned mother is healthy and happy at home, and the master Wang Shun is quietly and busy dealing with the mess, and everything is in the best state.

Nai Qing nodded thoughtfully, and her gaze moved back to the starry sky and moonlight.

I looked at her with affection, looked at the starry sky in her eyes, and smiled bitterly twice.

If only time stopped at this moment.

She seemed to feel my gaze and turned her head to look at me in confusion.

"I'll free you from the seal." I say.

She smiled, and smiled sweetly.

That night, the cigarette that I couldn't quit went into my throat, and I took one puff after another; The wine that can't be broken moistens the throat, cup after cup.

"Zhou You, I'm going back, I'll wait for you."

"I'll do it as soon as possible."

"So, that's it?"

"Remember what you can't forget, put it aside if you can't get over, what else can you do, so be it, I will always save you and accompany me every day."

"So, goodbye?" She asked cautiously.

"No, you can see it at night after drinking too much. Say good night, I've never heard of it. I said in a daze, pretending to be calm.

"Good night, travel." Her graceful figure turned into a gust of pink wind and floated back into the bronze ring around my neck.

"Goodbye."