It was twelve o'clock midnight, the sky was dark, the tall street lamps emitted a dim light, and long shadows fell on the ground, lonely and deserted.
Three or five pedestrians were walking arm in arm on the street, stopping and starting, and the air was filled with the smell of alcohol.
On the rooftop on the third floor, the cold wind was howling. Two sad young men were sitting on the edge of the rooftop with their legs hanging outside.
The two people were one meter apart, and originally ignored each other, each occupying their own space.
After a while, Liang Heng felt bored and asked:
"Who are you?"
The girl was not interested. "My name is Qin Qiaoxu. Do you see that big, glittering hotel? That's my home."
The girl pointed her slender finger at the city's most magnificent and brightest building.
Liang Heng looked in the direction of her finger and saw a magnificent high-rise building standing by the river.
The five words "Rose Maple Hotel" are even more dazzling against the backdrop of the night.
"Then what are you doing here?"
Is the eldest daughter of a wealthy family coming out to enjoy the evening breeze?
Liang Heng pulled a cigarette out of his trouser pocket, put it in his mouth, and rummaged through his pockets with his hands.
He hesitated, for he didn't have his lighter.
"Do you want this?"
The girl's soft and clear voice reached his ears, itching a little and causing his shoulders to tremble.
He looked sideways and saw a red lighter on his white palm.
Liang Heng took the lighter, hesitated for a moment, took the cigarette out of his mouth, and played with it together with the lighter in his hand.
"Do you smoke?"
Qin Qiaoxu shook his head, "No, I found it on a male classmate."
“It’s still a good brand.”
"That's normal. His father is the big boss of the factory and has thousands of people under him."
Liang Heng nodded to show his understanding. He had tens of thousands of people under his command.
Qin Qiaoxu swung his legs back and forth, and suddenly opened his arms to welcome the baptism of the evening breeze.
"Unhappy?" Liang Heng asked casually.
"Well, my parents are gone."
"What a coincidence! The most important person in my life is also gone."
After sharing the reasons for being sad, there was another period of silence.
Qin Qiaoxu was curious, "Can smoking relieve this suppressed sadness?"
When my father was alive, he often smoked, and my mother couldn't stop him no matter what she did.
If he hid the cigarettes, they would be found, and if the supply was cut off, he could borrow from others.
"How can I put it? If you think you can, you can. If you think you can't, you can't. It's just a psychological comfort."
"Then I think so. If you don't smoke, give me the cigarette."
Qin Qiaoxu stretched out his hand and asked him for tools.
Liang Heng chuckled, and the cigarette and lighter landed on her palm.
Only then did he realize that the girl's hands were really small, and it felt like he could break someone's bones with just a slight movement.
Qin Qiaoxu lit the cigarette, put it to his lips and took a light puff, imitating the others.
She sat still, letting the smoke roll around in her throat, then exhaled.
She shook her head and said, "I don't feel good."
He lowered his head to put out the cigarette but was intercepted by Liang Heng halfway.
He took the cigarette she had taken a puff of and started smoking.
"Don't smoke if you don't feel well. It's harmful to your health."
There is still the smell of cigarettes in Qin Qiaoxu's mouth now, which is very unpleasant, but the smell of roses is more fragrant.
That's not the point.
She watched him smoke with ease, pointed at the cigarette and said anxiously: "There's still my saliva on it."
(I discovered this bug when I read it again. The cigarette Liang Heng gave him was the one he put in his mouth first. Let's just assume that Liang Heng's mouth was as dry as the Sahara Desert without saliva.)
Liang Heng didn't care and asked, "Is your saliva poisonous?"
"That's not the case, it's just that this is very unhygienic, don't you think?"
"As long as we don't die, who cares whether it's hygienic or not."
In his view, everything in the world except life and death is trivial.
Qin Qiaoxu actually thought what he said made sense, and there seemed to be nothing wrong with smoking the same cigarette.
Even if we have some chemistry, so what? We don't live under the same roof and need to see each other every day.
It's just a small fragment in a long life.
Even if he really is sick, he will be the one who gets hurt.
She looked down at the tree below and asked, "Do you feel good when you smoke?"
Liang Heng felt it for a moment before speaking: "I don't know. I started smoking when I was very young. I'm used to it."
Qin Qiaoxu turned his head to glance at his profile. He had a straight nose, thin lips, and a smooth chin.
He is a handsome man.
"How small is small? You don't look big now, do you?"
"About twelve or thirteen. I'm twenty-one now."
"Oh, logically, I should still call you brother. I'm nineteen."
Liang Heng raised his eyebrows and exhaled a puff of cigarette, "Isn't it not okay to casually mention a girl's age?"
Qin Qiaoxu stood up and patted his pants. "Since you have this awareness, you won't end up alone in the future."
"By the way, I'm leaving. If I don't go home soon, my grandma will be worried."
Liang Heng put out his half-smoked cigarette on the edge of the rooftop, clapped his hands and stood up.
"I send you."
Qin Qiaoxu turned around and said, "Let's go."
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