One-half of the way through college, I came to this conclusion.
I was finishing my ninth cigarette when I yelled this at the lake, and the end of my ninth cigarette was flicked by my finger, falling into the lake in a perfect parabolic curve like a shooting star. "A few wisps of smoke came out with a sizzle, and then floated with the ripples like a floating corpse that sucked up enough water. So there are nine floating corpses floating on the water. Of course, I know this is not environmentally friendly and immoral behavior, but this lake is ten kilometers around the bastard just do not have a dumpster.
Most of all I think it's dashing and gangly to throw cigarette butts like that after smoking. Dong Bu, for example, does this. Of course the speed with which he ejected the cigarette, the curve he made in the air, and the throw he landed on the ground was beyond my reach. He's like a well-trained German Shepherd, skillful, natural and perfect. And with a dominance that was outstanding. This is the upper-class gangster qi, the gangster qi of cultivating into an immortal and becoming a saint.
I can give you two examples that will compel you to admire him. For example, when passing the trash can in the classroom corridor, he could shoot a cigarette butt into the trash can with pinpoint accuracy. No need to look with his eyes, no need to reach out with his hands, it's very natural to walk past. It seemed as if those garbage cans were set up just for him, but wherever he threw a cigarette butt, those garbage cans dutifully and quickly appeared where the butt had fallen. When the young, cowardly counselor approached him, he smoked his cigarettes as usual. He held a cigarette easily between the index and middle fingers of his right hand, his left hand in his pants pocket. His five-foot-eight stature made the tiny counselor look pathetic, as if he were a giant having a conversation with a dwarf. As the counselor finished each sentence, he took a puff and exhaled. The smoke first from up to down split from the counselor's face down, then rose again.
That is, the poor counselor had to endure the smoke twice. It made him cough. The counselor couldn't stand it and asked if he could put the smoke out. Of course, he agreed, ring finger flicked hard, bright red cigarettes should fall to the ground, like wringing his electric car as easy. When the teacher finished his lecture. Turned and walked away. He shrugs and whistles loudly, his thin lips picking out a disdainful smile. And then ejects the quarter-length cigarette in his hand with unerring accuracy into the trash can five meters away. At that moment, it looked to me as if he had a million cigarette butts splashing around, and those butts seemed to be sparks flying around. He was the naughty prince of Korean dramas.
Of course not everyone can reach the extreme like Dong Bu, because it takes seven parts talent and three parts practice. It's as if all things in this world are polarized, with some at this pole and some at that pole.
The same goes for smoking. The other side of the coin is the Zhou Xu, who lives in the same dormitory as me. The name of the man is the same as his name. He looks sickly and has a weak look. In fact, he was quite pretty, with a head of damp black hair and a straight nose. But what I couldn't stand was the way he sniffled every so often, as if there was always an endless stream of snot coming out of his nose. In fact, there is no, I have never seen him once runny nose, and even cold wind and cold did not runny nose. The poor guy annoyed me so much at times. He smokes furtively and not at all suavely, as if there is a special anti-smoking squad watching over him. He has strict rules about smoking, how many a day, when and where. For example, he never smoked in public ****ing places or in front of older people. I think that's as stupid as the 23rd Army Rule. His cigarettes are never littered, he makes sure he presses them out and puts them in the trash can in a regular manner. In this respect, I'm more suave and gangly than he is.
I've said too much above. But don't spit it out. College is such an asshole time. You can do nothing, but don't keep your mouth shut.
I'll be honest with you, before I went to college, I was a good boy, smoking and drinking, studying hard, or I would not have squeezed, the so-called prestigious university to. The problem is, the environment creates people, the university is to create people's emptiness and boredom. Classes tasteless, read the profession do not know what can be done in the future, the teacher thought they were very accomplished spittle, two hundred people like sardines crowded together, four years later, these featureless sardines and then flow to all corners of society. Instead of falling asleep in class, it was better to hang around. It was during this period that I developed the habit of wandering. I was mesmerized by the sights of the college town. Even though I traveled around the university town over and over again, I never got bored and always saw some beauty in it. For that matter, I am a lover of life and am good at capturing beauty.
Most of the time, I spent hanging out. It seems to have become a hallmark in my college life. I am confident that it will become something I can be proud of and tell my future generations about. Like Forrest Gump's "run," it became his own personal mark. So when you see a young man in a white shirt, black pants, Adidas shoes, and a beanie in a college town on a sunny afternoon, it's probably me. But if you want to find me, it's a pretty hard thing to do. I go around like a wildcat and never hang out in the same place.