The third option: I am uncle control

After dinner, the path goes for a walk around the neighborhood where the residence is located.There are two farmers' markets nearby, which are open-air, and there are special personnel to regulate the order.When passing through the market, I also passed through a passage full of strong smells.The smell of fresh or oxidizing fruits and vegetables, the fishy smell of meat, eggs and livestock, the smell of scallion oil in pancakes, the alkaline smell of pasta... The most intense and dense smell is the smell of people.The volatilization of sweat, the smell of haggling in the mouth, the smell of clothes, the smell of freshly permed and dyed hair, the smell of poor-quality perfume, etc., form an indivisible solid that seems to have a shape and weight, and tightly binds every person passing by. The human body wraps around, swirls behind him like deep water, and then freezes in an instant.This kind of place was unbearable for him, after a rough understanding of this place, he strode back to his residence.

Before going upstairs, I bought a pack of DJMIX in the small tobacco shop, and then walked into the elevator.

In his eyes, the elevator is a delicate thing, a secret passage connecting existence and life.The silently closed metal door has the function of isolating the world.After a short period of dizziness, it revealed its own confined space.Keep away from dust, noise, and strong human smell.No matter when and where, a high-rise residence with an elevator is a must for his life.

If you can't escape, choose isolation.

Today, after thorough cleaning and short-term living, the original smell in the house has disappeared, leaving only invisible traces of myself in the air.Showering, wearing underwear, walking through the newly purchased carpet, he sat in front of the window, watching the breeze slip between his toes on the window sill, and lighted his beloved fruity cigarette against the wind.

The body of the cigarette was pure white, dangling from the mouth of the boy wearing a white bath towel, a full and sassy shadow was reflected on the window.He has never actively smoked into the lungs, the smoke enters the mouth, stays for a short time, and then slowly comes out, the habit of a cigar smoker.

For tobacco, he is only obsessed with the process of igniting and slowly turning into ashes, not smoking itself, so he only makes cigarettes instead of smoking.When making smoke, the windows must be opened, and the smoke will become fresh and fragrant when it encounters the fresh air above the city, which will make people feel happy.

The cigarette he knows is such a thing, a thing that exudes an elegant, quiet and sweet aroma. After being lit, the smell is thick and weird, as if it has a disgusting rude face; once it is mixed with fresh air, it will be And wonderfully breezy.But the smell of calm cigarette butts makes people sick.

This process is very similar to a person's life.

He is in the stage of igniting, mixing with the fresh air above the city, peaceful and happy.

This pleasure is genuine.Compared with the original life, this city is more serene, cleaner, and more easy-going, and it almost completely matches the city in his inner design.He is grateful to be able to live in this place, although the new life has not yet fully unfolded.

He considered himself more suited to city life than to the country or the mountains.The city can enrich and guarantee its own life in the process of evolution, and this is the biggest role of the city for him.But he objected to the idea of ​​enjoying the city. The city's heavy traffic, boring facilities, complex odor components, inevitable pollution, and increasingly hardened material characteristics are far from the word enjoyment.

Live in it, but keep your distance.