As they were talking, the driver got a craving for a cigarette and stood up, saying, "I'll go get one, you can have yours first."
“Okay,” Wen He replied.
After the time it takes to smoke a cigarette, the driver returned to his seat.
"What does it feel like to smoke?" he asked, somewhat curious.
"You want to learn?" the driver asked with a smile.
"No, I just don't understand why so many people like this pungent and smoky stuff."
"Do you like it?" He slowly picked up the lighter on the table and said, "Actually, when I was your age, I also hated people who smoked, but after being in society for a long time, I gradually changed."
"Is it because smoking relieves stress?" Wen He asked.
"I guess so, it allows my brain to clear up for a short time."
"Smoking can help us quickly adjust our state and calm down any emotions."
"Of course, most of the time it's because these are negative emotions that people need to use cigarettes."
"If you're happy every day, who would bother smoking that stuff?"
"Alcohol is the same; it's bitter and hard to drink, it burns your throat, and if you drink too much, it will make you dizzy and nauseous."
"But alcohol can numb the nerves, allowing people to temporarily forget the unpleasant things in life."
At this point, the driver paused and looked at the middle-aged people around them.
Some were bald, and some had huge beer bellies.
They all had beer bottles piled up at their feet, and they were smoking one cigarette after another.
"well……"
"If you could, who would want to live their life like this?"
"Most of the time in a person's life, there's not much they can do."
"People gradually become the kind of greasy middle-aged men they used to hate the most."
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