Before the old smoker was not an "old smoker", we called him "the landlord" just because several roommates who had been to his house once said that his house had a football field in the village. Such a big land is right next to their village middle school.

I have never been able to ignite a good impression of the landlord. Maybe it’s because he loves to smoke, maybe it’s because he gets high alone in the middle of the night until three or four o’clock, maybe it’s his self-righteous whispers, or maybe it’s his philistineness. .

I also forgot when I started calling landlords "old smokers".

I only remember that he left his unique "biopheromone" - cigarette - in the toilet, dormitory, balcony, and bathroom. The thick, dark smoke quickly swam through the air like a piranha with its mouth wide open, chasing our noses and then biting them off.

The nerves in the nasal cavity finally made an unpleasant sound under the unbearable stimulation, and he sneezed hugely towards the ceiling of the dormitory. I watched the tiny water droplets break before they almost touched the light tube, and the scattered water droplets dripped on everyone's face. That sneeze was like a trumpet blowing under a siege order, and every soldier's blood was racing. First it's me.

I turned to look at the landlord, "Will you die if you don't smoke for a day?"

Just as the landlord was about to speak, he was interrupted, "You said you, if you want to smoke, go out." Smoking, we smoke every day in the dormitory, and we don’t smoke. It smells very bad.”

“I”, as soon as the landlord started talking, Brother Bao smiled and said, “That’s what landlords are like, you guys. You're not used to it yet." Then he turned to look at the landlord: "You too, please smoke less in the future. My dad said that most patients who smoke don't quit smoking until they have late-stage lung cancer. Be careful, or you'll get lung cancer. , we will throw you out, dismantle the bed and replace it with a bathtub.”

The driver and the bandits laughed and did not express any thoughts about the battle between the two armies, but I knew from their expressions that they were standing. On our side.

The landlord smiled, his originally small eyes on his dark face narrowed into two slits, and the sewed lenses actually reflected some light in the gaps where the light and shadow intersected. His smile was not kind or friendly, but more of a joke, like the gangster villain in the movies when he was a child - a bad guy in a black suit laughed jokingly and then stepped on the protagonist, and then got off It was ended by various accidents in a second, and we in front of the TV shouted: It's time! "You must be punished for being so high!"

However, he did not do that and did not receive retribution. He just smiled playfully, like a black monkey in the Amazon rainforest.

He put down his cigarette, pointed at me and said, "Don't let me see you smoking in the future."

I answered without thinking: "I won't let you smoke." You saw it!" I don't know which layer I am guaranteeing for the two meanings of the pun. Maybe they are both, maybe they are not, but who can say for sure what will happen in the future?

Seeing that I was so sure, the old smoker pointed at Xun again, and Xun blurted out: "Don't worry, I can't do it either!"

The old smoker's smile seemed to have softened. He stood up and walked to the balcony, smoking the unfinished cigarette again. Dots of sparks burn the tobacco at the end of the cigarette, like sparks that start a prairie fire. He leaned against the railing and looked at the night sky, which was so dense that he couldn't see any light. Then he blew out a big mouthful of white smoke, and Martian just finished swallowing the last bit of tobacco. He flicked it out with one finger, and the last Martian also fell into the vast night, as if it had never existed.

A gust of night wind blew, the smoke filled the air, and we collectively raised our voices in protest.

"Old smoker", I was about to speak, but was interrupted by his next sentence.

"You will be like me in the future." From the back, you can see something floating on both sides of his cheeks, "This is the last one."

There was a moment of silence, We didn't say anything else, or I can't remember clearly what they said afterwards. I only remember his back and the last two words floating in my ears from time to time.

In summer, it’s time again when the white thighs flash alternately and the pure white vest is soaked with sweat. According to the baptism of animal nature, the Amazon black monkey appears extremely excited.

He often looked at that and this. He muttered: "This one has big breasts" and turned one of us forward.

When he saw his face, a bruise formed in his chest, as if he had been punched hard. The old smoker coughed twice, and when the others walked away, he shook his head and said, "Back killer, "The back killer."

But the nature of the Amazon Black Monkey is not to give up the belief in pursuing the goal, "This is good, these legs are so white, go and take a look," he said while pulling Brother Bao. Go forward.

I shook my head helplessly, "It's really a walking genital."

Just as he was sighing, he trotted back with Brother Bao, still out of breath. He couldn't wait to say: "Those big white legs are so beautiful, I really want to fuck her."

His self-righteous whispers were spreading at a speed of 80 decibels with him as the center of the circle.

In an instant, people in the surrounding crowd turned to him in unison, as if each special forces soldier had discovered the details of the team, and their sharp eyes were aimed at him one by one.

The few of us also stepped back in tacit agreement and looked at him with hatred, as if he had stepped on shit. It’s like we, like everyone else around us, are the ones who haven’t stepped in shit.

In this way, he was escorted back to the dormitory in front of the crowd, until the flow of people gradually dissipated, until we no longer smelled shit.

The gangster, the bandit, and the driver said with a sullen face: "Shame on you!"

I repeated my previous sentence, "What a walking penis!"

Brother Bao smiled and said: "You are really a master of basic skills."

Yuan added: "Speak more quietly outside in the future."

The old smoker is also He suppressed his laughter and said nothing more.

Time goes back and forth like this. Just when the summer is about to end, the old smoker smiled and said to us: "My girlfriend is coming to see me."

Qian Qian has a pair of irresistible eyes, fluttering in the dark night, like a butterfly lingering on a flower stem.

But what lingered in her mind at this time was not the flower stem, but a cigarette, a burning smoke.

Before I saw the old smoker’s girlfriend, I imagined this scene:

Under the moonlight, the night was dark, and the boys and girls with strong hormones couldn’t help but have sex, so I said to fire. The old smoker lit a cigarette and looked at Qianqian affectionately.

Qianqian smiled and lit a cigarette.

The two looked at each other affectionately. For a long time, the old smoker took off his cigarette and moved towards Qianqian's lips. They looked at each other. Qianqian looked at him expectantly.

A puff of smoke blew on Qianqian's face. Qianqian held her mouth and vigorously sucked in the wonderful taste with her nose. Then the old smoker moved towards Qianqian's lips again.

Perhaps because he had been holding it in for too long, a thick puff of mist actually landed on the old smoker’s nose and body. Perhaps the mist was mixed with a few drops of rain. The old smoker coughed and wiped it with the back of his hand. With a straight face. Then he showed a joking smile.

The old smoker smoked another cigarette and blew it at Qianqian, and Qianqian responded one by one, and so on. Both of them had pleasant smiles on their faces.

Their night was so beautiful and filled with fairy spirit that I couldn't help but sigh that I believe in love again. I also praised Plato and others, and also stepped on the example that today's eating and drinking men and women should take this as an example.

As I described it vividly, everyone burst into laughter. Except for the parties involved, of course.

He showed a joking smile again and said: "You little virgin, you must have never done it." After that, he started to talk about how they used to travel, where they went, and what they saw. What scenery, what food I ate, and of course how many sets were used.

He was full of joy and expectation, and the day was getting closer and closer day by day.

Everyone in the dormitory was also very curious, wondering what kind of woman could defeat this Amazon black monkey.

The legendary Qianqian was like a butterfly flying to the flower field in the dark night, fluttering and fluttering to our dormitory. His eyes were also shining, as if he could see the brightest star in the dark night.

I was about to speak: "Hello Qianqian, I always heard him talk about you in the dormitory. My name is..."

"Zaimu, right." Then she walked over and pointed at each person one by one and read out their names.

Yuan smiled and said to the old smoker: "Everyone is here, don't stand still, let's go out to eat something together."

So the old smoker rented a It was a car, with Qianqian in the passenger seat, and the remaining five of us crowded in the back seat.

The midsummer night is extremely hot even when there is no wind. When you open the car window, the wind carries waves of fragrance along Qianqian’s hair.

Brother Bao sneezed after smelling it.

Qianqian turned back and smiled, "Sorry, it seems I shouldn't use such a heavy perfume."

We all smiled and shook our heads and said it didn't matter.

That night, we had barbecue in the open air on the street with the sea breeze. Of course, since the old smoker had to drive, he didn’t drink.

After three rounds of drinking, we all had tipsy faces. Qianqian hooked the old smoker with her hand and turned back to us and said: "Everyone, let's go over and have a look at the sea." One hand pointed toward the ocean across the street.

The old smoker smiled shyly, "Okay."

We also nodded.

The night is getting dark, and the sea seems to have seen old friends we haven’t seen for a long time. It frequently throws its arms at us, and the waves keep beating on the rocks under the dam. Not to be outdone, the sea breeze blew in her face, making her feel a little swaying. Taking advantage of her drunkenness, Qianqian stepped on a low stone and let the old smoker hug her waist from behind, like the Titanic.

Qianqian shouted loudly to the other side of the sea: "Cigarette, you jump, I jump!"

The old smoker pulled her back and hugged her. She said affectionately in her ear: "I love you forever!"

Then the two kissed passionately in the sea breeze.

Of course, the previous paragraph is just my well-intentioned blessing to the old smoker.

"Let's break up." Every word Qianqian said seemed to be pierced into the old smoker's body. The wounds were invisible, but the pain was so real.

The old smoker froze in place as if he had forgotten how to breathe.

We also held our breath, as if the vicious air was blowing from the other side of the sea.

After about 3 minutes of silence, Qianqian was about to come down, but the sole of her foot slipped. Just as she was about to have a close contact with the earth, the old smoker immediately came to her senses and quickly caught her.

The last sea breeze of midsummer blows with a bit of cool air from early autumn.

The old smoker just nodded dully.

I don’t know what happened next that night. It’s just that for many nights in the future, I can hear the voice of the old smoker on the phone, and then another cigarette to accompany him all night.

A year later, they finally broke up.

That night, the old smoker behaved unusually calmly, no longer as hysterical as in previous nights. He said he was going to the bar, he said he wanted to see more big white legs, he said he was going to have sex. We didn't say anything, just said: "Will you come back tonight?"

The old smoker smiled and said: "It depends on the situation", and then walked out of the dormitory.

It was past one o'clock at night and everyone was already asleep, including me of course. But the knocking on the door was really soul-stirring, and I got up angrily. I was hesitating whether to go down, but then I thought it might be him.

Opening the door, he smiled at me.

"I thought you wouldn't come back.

"

Then I smelled the smell of alcohol on his body, "Looks like he was having a lot of fun," I pinched my nose.

He fell on me while the wine was strong. "Go to the balcony." As soon as the words came out, I made a show of shushing him: "Keep your voice down, everyone is asleep. "

Leaning on the balcony, he took out a pack of cigarettes from somewhere, took out one and started smoking.

"Don't be stupid, it's not worth it." See Seeing him wilted like that, I couldn't help but say it.

"But I just couldn't help but miss her. I have been with her for more than two years, and we have so many memories together. How could we just forget about it? "

I lowered my head and said nothing.

He continued: "But I'm not afraid of your jokes. When she first got together with me, she often checked her ex-boyfriend's Weibo. Once I discovered her, she said she would never do it again, but she still discovered it all the time. It gradually stopped happening later. She and I live in the same village. I haven't even been to her house in two years and I only know the general direction. However, I took her to meet my parents and once told her with a smile that she should get married after graduation. "

He continued like a child who made a mistake: "Also, I used to buy her whatever she liked. Clothes, bags, cosmetics... I really wanted to forget her, but I found that I couldn't delete everything about her. The places she went to with me, the things she ate with me, the things she said to me, even sometimes when I see my bills are all related to her, I can't help but want to cry. ”

I took a sip and said, “It’s an ATM that doesn’t require a card. You can use it whenever you want.” ”

He kept telling me how he was nice to her and how he liked her. I know that even if I say something, he won’t listen.

After that night, a lyric often echoed in my ears: "Those who cannot get it are always in turmoil, and those who are favored are confident." ”

In the later nights, the old smoker was still absent from the dormitory’s “sleeping talk” from time to time, or participated in our topics at one time or another.

Later , he is in love with the "big white leg" again. We don't know what he did to get the contact information of the big white leg, and we don't know when he got together with the big white leg.

Until that night, he happily told us that I had fallen out of love again.

That night, he kept talking about how great his figure was until I asked an inappropriate question. If you say, "What about Qianqian?" "

The old smoker was silent and did not continue talking. His flying eyebrows also fell and he was shattered into pieces.

"Where is Qianqian, how is your figure? "I continued to ask questions.

People around me kept giving me winks, but I ignored them. I seemed to suddenly realize it after the atmosphere froze to freezing point.

The late autumn evening breeze flowed in along the balcony, and it was so cold that it was unbelievable.

I shivered and said with a smile, "It's so cold, please wear more clothes. I'm going to take a shower." ”

True heroism is to still be willing to believe in fairy tales after understanding the darkness of reality.

Obviously the old smoker is not such a person.

His The topic never turns away from women, money and Jack Ma.

He is always trying to do profitable things.

He is always unwilling to waste time in a cloud or a cloud. On the street where the leaves are falling, and I like it, according to his words, "You are so idle that it hurts!" ”.

Obviously, except for me and the driver, no one else wants to be in pain.

Autumn decorates this southern coastal city. Although it is not obvious enough, there are several streets that are really It's getting yellow.

I like to feel the changes of the seasons and observe the pedestrians on the road.

We walked slowly. It was already more than an hour after I arrived at the place to eat. I entered the store and looked at them sitting one by one with impatient expressions on their faces.

The old smoker spoke first: "You guys are weird, why do you have to walk when you can come here by car."

"I'm happy."

The driver echoed. : "Me too"

Because I know that he must not understand the world in my eyes, just like I can't understand his pragmatism.

I remember when I checked in at the beginning of school, I only heard about him but never saw him.

He was not there when most of the people in the dormitory were there. I can only vaguely remember his name, except that he had the same last name as me.

That day, when I went to have lunch with several other roommates, we bumped into each other as soon as we left the dormitory area.

Yun walked over and patted him on the shoulder and said, "What are you doing here? Have you eaten?"

Everyone else also said hello, and so did I. Then he said it.

I saw a stack of red envelope-like things in his hand, with colorful patterns printed on them. When he was about to take a closer look, he picked up the stack of envelopes and said, "This is a mobile phone." Phone cards, there are business opportunities everywhere just after school starts, I’ll give it a try."

Brother Bao smiled and joked, "If you have money, take us to spend some time."

The old smoker said with a smile: " Of course, of course."

Yuan then said: "Then I won't bother you about making a fortune, let's go first." Then he turned around and motioned for us to leave.

Later, as I got to know him better, I discovered that the old smoker was generous and did not look like a child from a poor family.

So he brought up the previous matter and asked him: "Your family is not poor. Why are you thinking of working part-time? I didn't expect you to be quite diligent."

He smiled He replied: "You are a fool if you don't make money. There will definitely be many people from other places who need to buy cards when school starts. This is a business opportunity."

I was stunned for a moment, and he continued: "I have done other things before. Do you want to know how to make money?"

His philistine look made me suddenly lose interest, and I turned around and started doing my own thing.

At this moment, he was obviously like an actor performing a one-man show on the stage, looking forward to something.

His eyebrows took off again, as if there was some secret place in the sky worth exploring. He stared at Brother Bao with wide eyes, and Brother Bao couldn't help it: "You can say it."

Okay, I failed.

The flying eyebrows hovered in the sky for a long time. He spent the whole night telling us how he made money by unblocking WeChat, how he made money by Huabei, etc.

I didn’t care about the phone card at first, but I scorned the benefits brought by the gray areas behind it.

I used to have a lot of dreamy idealism, but I was certainly allergic to this reality. I have never thought that there are so many "interesting things" in the dark side of life, and I am even less willing to admit that these things are more or less correct.

The fuse of the topic was completely ignited after he criticized the theory that "effort is useless" and advocated the topic of "relying on relationships is king." I felt like I had stepped on a switch and couldn't believe it.

I retorted: "Working hard may not necessarily lead to success, but if you don't work hard, you will definitely not succeed. Just like many people have been preaching the theory that reading is useless, but is reading really useless? Those people just It’s just a matter of knowing how to read. People who really know how to read can apply it in life.”

I then said excitedly: “Reading is to broaden our thinking and improve our learning ability. Later, learning becomes more efficient. Maybe some people may not be able to learn anything in the past few years in college, but as long as they think about it a little, they will find that their thinking is different from the past, and their horizons have also been improved. These additional attributes Can we think it is worthless? "

"You said before that you rely on relationships. Why do you think of relationships first? Why can't you become a human society? , there will inevitably be times when you rely on relationships, but I really don’t like to put relationships first. How do you know you will fail if you don’t work hard? If you don’t think about how to try, you first think about how to find relationships.”

Seeing the situation, the old smoker said: "You have participated in the debate competition, and I can't defeat you.

But let me ask you, I can make several thousand yuan a month now, can you? I can get a lot of conveniences that you can't get through my connections, can you? Tell me when you do it. ”

I seemed to be blocked by something and could not speak.

Later, as we got along for a long time, I gradually understood that he was a child of a single-parent family. The family has gone through several ups and downs, he didn't sleep for several days to take care of his sick father, and he went fishing during the Chinese New Year. These things were like slaps in the face.

For a lot of time after that, I kept thinking. Maybe he was right. Society is so realistic. I have never experienced real darkness but I encourage everyone to pursue the light.

It wasn’t until now that I came to the conclusion: “The reality may be so cruel and cold, and there are often times when you can’t help yourself when living in this vast world. We may experience many setbacks, but those who are still willing to believe in fairy tales after the setbacks are the real heroes. ”

Obviously my false feelings in the past confirmed that I was a false hero, but now I want to be a real hero. I hope to use my feet to prove that the world I walk through is correct.

I hope that one day the old smoker will understand this. If it is not too late, can we go and see the fallen leaves together?