On the evening when the spring breeze blew, Yu Jie walked on Ziyun Road, and the oriole hiding in the peach occasionally flew out. At a crossroad in the automobile industrial park, he met Ye Yun.
"When did you move here?" Yu Jie asked
"Last month, I was engaged to get married." She smiled awkwardly. "I waited for him to get off work."
"When I have time to stay with your fiance," Yu Jie said, "I live not far from you."
When he said this, he suddenly thought of Gu Hao three years ago and the weekend night when they were still moving UPS batteries for the construction company, they were busy until ten o'clock.
"Call your girlfriend tomorrow," Yu Jie said, "I received the steamed crab from my friend." They walked through the kiosk and stood at the intersection waiting for a taxi.
"Why did she suddenly come back to you?" Pod Hao asked, "Are you all right now?"
"After washing the stomach, we need to observe for a few days."
"Her mother found the company at noon. You'd better not go back these days," said Gu Hao
"She seemed to have made preparations before coming, suddenly rushed into the bathroom and locked the door."
"Before that, I saw her bruised back lying on my bed and asked if it was possible," Yu Jie said. "I can't say anything."
On Saturday morning, Podhao woke up from the sofa. He hesitated in front of the bedroom door, but knocked
"Yu Jie asked us to go today." He listened to the movement in the bedroom with his ears sideways. "Are you going?" He asked
There was no answer in the bedroom. When Podhao was brushing her teeth, she came out of the bedroom in slippers, carrying her pajamas with a comb in her hair, and her eyes were red and swollen. She stuffed all the changed pajamas into the washing machine. Then sit back on the sofa and turn on the computer on the coffee table.
"Are you going or not?" he asked again
"I'm going to see the house" She didn't look up and stared at the computer
"What do you mean?" Podhao asked, the shadows of the autumn trees swaying on the floor in front of him through the window and his back.
"Move," she said
"Are you really not going to make up this time?"
A few scattered bird songs came out from the shade of the trees, and the airflow sound of birds waving their wings could be heard quietly in the living room.
On the Internet one month after Yu Jie and Ye Yun met:
"Now I'm free again," she said
"Is there any possibility for you?" he asked
"No, he deserves better"
Yu Jie sat on the roadside and stared at his mobile phone. He had a lot to say. He thought for a while and made a "ha ha" expression.

There are some things you know you must do, either now or in the future. Quitting smoking is one of them.
Smoking has a history of six or seven years. When I was in high school, a large group of friends began to smoke. At that time, I could also buy four cigarettes near the school. Everyone hid in the toilet like smoking opium, one mouthful at a time, never giving up on each other's saliva. Occasionally, I paid one dollar to buy one cigarette. The feeling of sharing food was like a struggle before death, and everything was transparent. Unfortunately, I was still in a wait-and-see attitude at that time. Smoking itself had no great attraction to me. When I was a child, I used to get one or two of them for the Spring Festival. I learned something about "big boomerang" and "small boomerang". Nicotine addiction did not form in a day. Because the taste was really bad, I did not join the smoking team at the end of high school.
When I really started smoking in 2007, the brand was Red Pagoda Mountain, which cost 12 yuan a pack. It tasted great. At that time, I wanted to join a smoking group. For the sake of saying something, I started to smoke several cigarettes a day, then one and a half packs a day, and then one pack a day. The inside of my teeth began to turn black. Fortunately, so far, the outside surface of my teeth has not turned black, One day, exactly a week ago, I suddenly felt that I wanted to quit smoking. This time, I didn't struggle at all.
When I first thought of quitting smoking, I often asked myself: Do you want the one after dinner? After the shower? After masturbation? As a result, there was no exception to fear in my heart, and finally I compromised to comfort myself: why do you need this? Life is like a dream. Why should we enjoy it? Think carefully after smoking this one?
There were still five Lanzhou cigarettes left in the cigarette box that afternoon, quit? I asked myself, the lighter ignited a cigarette, and you see there are only the last few left. Give up and definitely give up. When the cigarette was half smoked, I felt an unprecedented aversion. Smoking is no good. You are no different from being addicted to drugs. OK, give up, and from now on. With a wave of his hand, he threw out the cigarette box with four remaining cigarettes, which was extremely awe inspiring. An hour later, I began to struggle. What kind of cigarettes should I give up? I could see the cigarette box not far away. It was shining in the sunset. Under compromise, you see, there were only the last few cigarettes left anyway. It was not because I couldn't give up, but because it was wasteful to throw away. Since I wanted to give up, why do these things? Pick them up and smoke them again.
On the way home at night, I didn't buy cigarettes. When I got home, I took a bath, had a meal, and drank some wine. I felt my pocket subconsciously. It was really painful. I wanted to go downstairs immediately or look for cigarette butts in the ashtray: Shit, is it so unpromising? I asked myself. What books do you read when you sleep? Words that recite farts? Write, fuck, no mood, sleep.
The next morning when I woke up from my dream, I knew that this time I was telling myself that I really didn't smoke, and my lungs had a strong protest. I also didn't know whether I was used to smoking at ordinary times, but suddenly I didn't get used to it. I felt sluggish breathing. The granular lung leaves that seemed to be smelling played back and forth in my mind. I got up and made tea, I spent the whole day in a hurry. There were strong peaks after lunch and at 3:00 and 4:00 in the afternoon, especially the wave of peaks at 3:00 and 4:00 in the afternoon, which made me extremely impatient. The dryness in the middle of my tongue was particularly strong. I took a deep breath, learned the way of smoking and breathing at ordinary times, dried several mouthfuls of air, slightly balanced the pressure of the lung cavity, and survived the peak, In the evening, there is still something. After making about half a cup of strong tea this time, I think I can't do it. I need to find a book about quitting smoking to wash my brain, and find a book "This book can make you quit smoking". Look at it casually: the physiological factors of quitting smoking can generally disappear in five days, and they can completely disappear in 21 days. After that, it is basically a social factor. Again, the key to quitting smoking is never another one.
I feel better after I wash my head. I don't do anything and go to bed. I never went to bed before 12:00. These days, I go to bed early and get up early.
The next day, I thought of a good way to buy some chocolate ice-cream when I couldn't carry it. That feeling could completely make up for the lack of smoking. Still take a deep breath of air, do not carry a lighter in your pocket, not enough money to buy a pack of cigarettes. When the sun sets, emptiness, endless emptiness, a sense of disillusionment strikes. What the hell does that mean? You totally stripped a young man of literature and art of the sharp weapon of clothing. You see, master level, who doesn't smoke, and even more dressed people have pipes, do not know how to muddle through the day.
On the third day, it was no good. The whole person was bad. There was a fire burning in my heart. My heart was burning, burning forever. Suddenly, I was about to turn around. Suddenly, it seemed like a plug-in I began to re-examine what I was doing at present. He told me: How do you remember this feeling? This is the painful price you have to pay for quitting smoking. Remember it, young man!
"I'm very relaxed!" I forced out a smile
"That's good"
"Funny, how can you be so cowardly? Just give up smoking. What's the big deal? Come on, read with me: You are beautiful, You are so handy"
“You are beautiful，You are so handsome”
“Fuck！”
The fourth day began to show the initial results of quitting smoking. All day long, there was only a momentary throb. The fifth day seemed to be a reflection. A surging burning sensation spread across the heart. But I know I can completely control it. But as a social link, I don't know whether I can resist the mass nature of cigarettes, Just like I used to smoke in order to fit into a group, but now I think maybe it's just an excuse for myself to smoke, because among my friends, even if I don't smoke, I can still maintain a smoking group relationship.
As a harmful cigarette, I think I have quit it now. Funny thing is, a friend saw me recently and said in surprise: I haven't seen you for a few days, you look much better.
I said that it is the recent addition of facial cleanser, and it is understandable that the skin is smooth.
He deeply doubted: I don't think you are a cosmetics person.
I said: I quit smoking
He suddenly realized, no wonder! Okay

Cen Meng Bang:

Hello, I don't know how many times the New Concept Composition Contest has been held, but I have roughly read the assembly books from the first to the sixth. That was 2006, when I was going to take the college entrance examination. Because I was in a township middle school, the information was extremely underdeveloped. When I saw the collection books, most of them were old versions of second-hand, three handed, four handed and five handed old book stalls. Among all the authors who have come from the new concept, you and Li Haiyang are the most impressive. One of you has written "One Hundred Years of Solitude", the other has written "Who Killed My Dog". One could have worked hard in the direction of Kafka, and the other could have worked hard in the direction of Wang Xiaobo. As a result, over the years, it has been heartbreaking, There was no news or the news from a high starting point could not stir up any oil.

On the other day, I saw the author Cen Mengbang in the light gray font below All Tragedies of Zhang San on ONE. One was a thriller, the other pointed to the sky and slid to the end: Cen Mengbang, a young writer, WeChat official account: Science and engineering man's literary tune, follow the vine, turn to the official account, and it was really you. It said: You are from Yuanmou, Yunnan, and I am from Zhoukou, Beijing. I hold your fluffy hand, Take a gentle bite, love, the guy who let us walk upright, really couldn't hold it, really walked out again, this kind of long farewell reunion made me unable to help talking with the automatic response you set up, I said I couldn't calm down, said the words were retrogressive, said how not to publish books, said wasting talent. At ten o'clock in the morning, you should have been moved by my "cute", and replied, "That's reasonable, hehe, cheap is just one word.".

Now, looking back at the Hundred Years of Solitude you wrote, the feeling is a bit tender, like the coquetry of a little girl in her first love. But even now, I still think this is a style of writing that I like, namely, the tragic color inadvertently revealed in the absurdity. So what I regret most now is that Wang Xiaobo wrote the end of "The Golden Age". He wrote about the great friendship between Wang Er and Chen Qingyang in the hotel. Wang Xiaobo was too tolerant. In fact, he could write a little more pathetic, and I think I can't help shedding tears. At the end of "One Hundred Years of Solitude", you wrote that according to the law of gravity, NACL can react with acetic acid to generate white hair and devotion to human beings. It coincided with my primary understanding of this style of writing at that time. My feelings were just good, so I thought that you could surpass Li Haiyang no matter how poor you were after you had this starting point. After Li Haiyang's new concept, he published a long book called "Young Zha Biliang Hurts People", but when I learned to search, you still scattered the same few articles, I really didn't lie to learn science and engineering, wasting my talent.

On the way home from Qingming, I read "I don't say a word about love". Tell me about my feelings: the words are dilatory, the stories are stereotyped, and some funny words are interspersed. They are so mature. It seems that they haven't gone out of the social mirror of love or campus love, but this kind of story is very suitable for continuing to be published on ONE. Maybe you have no intention of taking a step further on the road of literature all the time, but just write as a desire to talk, imagining that you can reach the peak of life through science and engineering technology.

Finally, I wish you a free and easy way to settle down, hoping you can blaze a new trail on the road of literature.