C1 Give me a cigarette

In the coffee shop, Yang Xin and I sat by the window. The sky was extremely gloomy, and the rain outside the window made a "Tick Tock" sound. Every drop made me feel extremely shaken.

I looked out the window and asked, "What are the other party's conditions?"

She said, "There's a room, there's a car..."

I stopped her with these four words. In this material society, these four words are the most direct reason for a woman to kill her love.

"Can you really let go of six years of love?" I leaned in front of her, trying to see what her expression would be like next.

"Even if I can or can't, I have to. I just want to make my life easier."

Then she smiled and said, "If you still have anything you can't let go, I can go to your place tonight."

"The things that cannot be put down are already in your body. They no longer belong to me."

I stood up and walked out of the coffee shop, not caring what expression she would have behind her, knowing that this was probably the most respectable way of breaking up between us. After all, she still wanted to have sex with me when we broke up, which proved that we didn't have a third party in our relationship, it was just a matter of the house.

After the breakup, I spent all my time with cigarettes and alcohol, half dead, and then I really couldn't stay home anymore. I borrowed a thousand yuan from a friend and went to a small town near the sea in Northern Jiangsu. I heard that it would be more comfortable if I lost my love and went to see the sea, so I went.

Lianyungang is a cheap city. I rent a house on the beach, and when it rains, the roof leaks, but the rent is cheap. A hundred dollars a month.

My landlord is a 50-year-old middle-aged man. I call him Uncle Da. He's a fisherman …

Every day, I would sit by the sea in a daze, listening to the sound of the sea tide, blowing the sea breeze, looking at the seabirds, really forgetting those unpleasant things...

It was late one evening, and I was still sitting on the beach, smoking a cigarette and staring out at the setting sun. I didn't know when, but a woman was sitting next to me, wearing a white shirt and short, slightly yellow shoulder-length hair.

She sat beside me and smoked cigarettes, but not ladies' cigarettes, the usual soft jasmine, and she smoked them one by one, and soon all the cigarettes were gone, and she rubbed the pack off and threw it into the sea, and it was clear that she was not in a good mood.

"Hey, give me a cigarette." That was the first thing she said to me.

Actually, I really hate girls who smoke, but she and I want it. I still gave her the five yuan packet of yellow mountains: "If you don't mind smoking trash."

She ignored me, took a cigarette, and started smoking.

My cigarette was trashy and sharp, and I could tell that she wasn't used to it, so she started coughing after taking two puffs.

"Stop smoking, it's not good for women to smoke too much."

She looked at me, threw away the half of her cigarette, and took another to light it. "I'm so flustered," she said, "it's hard not to smoke."

Then I saw her hand, trembling slightly, lighting a cigarette, but I didn't know why she was panicking.

I took a cigarette from my pack and smoked with her, and we talked.

Her name was Li Keyi, a very pleasant name. When she spoke, she had two dimples, which made her seem very attractive …