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Addictive substances are dangerous because once you become dependent on them, it is difficult to quit and it is difficult to resist the temptation they bring.Yu Qiuliang clearly remembered the modern history mentioned in the history class, which was a handful of smoke that destroyed a great country.Addictive things are basically not good things, such as cigarettes, alcohol, drugs,...

No, maybe there are still good things out there.Missing and longing for a certain person, dependence and trust in a certain person are also a kind of "addiction" in disguise.Yu Qiuliang grabbed his pen and fell into thinking. The projector in the classroom continued to show the documentary, and the rumbling background music thundered over all the noisy sounds around him. It was the greatest silence and the greatest noise.

Alcohol and nicotine are harmful to the human body, but there are still so many people who like to smoke and drink, and often have no personality.The smell of smoke is very pungent, and there are many people who hate the smell of smoke, but people who smoke around them all the time will not necessarily quit smoking.People are more or less selfish, and they all want to live a comfortable life for themselves. Most people don’t consider whether their own comfort will infringe on the interests of others. Everyone is an independent individual, and no one can empathize with others’ experiences.

Only when the experience is extremely similar, will there be a feeling of sympathy and sympathy between this person and that person, and then there will be a deep impression and a long-term memory.

The things that were deliberately forgotten sneaked into people's hearts in the dead of night, waking Yu Qiuliang from his sleep.Ever since Lu Huaiming and Du Xiaoyuan faded out of his field of vision, Chi Yu and those outrageous agreements no longer appeared, Yu Qiuliang not only did not forget the past, but made them become more and more vivid in retrospect again and again.He is a naughty child, who stubbornly picks out old photos from the trash, and recolors the faded pictures with his brush that is almost out of ink, over and over again, seemingly jerky, but actually proficient.

A few days ago, he chatted with his mother, and after a few casual chats, she heard her mention that her husband was quitting drinking.Yu Qiuliang lived with them for many years, only saw his father quit smoking when his youngest son was born, but never saw him quit drinking, he was very surprised immediately, and even suspected that this was another empty talk.He always said that he would not drink next time, and he regretted it every time he hurt others. In fact, what is there to regret, and what is the next time?Yu Qiuliang thought, he was always like this, he said he would not drink too much next time, but the next time it got worse, Yu Qiuliang thought that he was capricious, and he was no longer willing to believe his words.

If it wasn't for hiding from him, Yu Qiuliang wouldn't be living alone on the second floor.For Qiuliang, having him is the same as not having him, maybe without him, life can be a little more comfortable, and there is no need to be careful, worrying about being beaten and scolded.

Quitting smoking... Maybe it was a success, but Yu Qiuliang can still see him smoking with his friends sometimes. At this time, the door of the room where there are people has to be tightly closed, leaving a few smokers to occupy the living room. Hogging the corridors, they locked up people who couldn't smell the smoke and thought they were being polite.

If you are really polite, you won't smoke in the host's house.

Every time the smokers left, there was a strong smell of smoke in the living room, kitchen, dining room and even the bathroom, which made people breathless.Thinking of the previous scene, Yu Qiuliang couldn't help rubbing the tip of his nose, as if passing through the boundary of time and space, he smelled the pungent and choking smell.

"Quit drinking?" Feeling stuffy, Yu Qiuliang opened the window to ventilate, "Why?"

He quit smoking before because he thought it was bad for his younger son and would affect his health. So what is the reason for quitting alcohol this time?Did he hit the younger son?As soon as Yu Qiuliang said that, his heart suddenly constricted violently. My younger brother is so small that he just reached his knee. If such a small child was beaten, it would not be a joke.

Yu Qiuliang's fingers tapped on the window sill, and the continuous clicking sound showed how restless he was.He waited for his mother to give him an accurate word, and he hoped that things were not what he thought.

"Ah..." she finally spoke, her voice was low and hoarse, "I'm getting older, and my health is not very good."

I'm getting old and not in good health.Yu Qiuliang squeezed the wind chime hanging in front of the window tightly, and the crisp ringing stopped suddenly.He thought of the white hair on his father's head during the last meeting. It was not obvious at first glance, but it was very abrupt when he looked closely.He withdrew his hand and stared blankly at his slender fingers. The weak child had grown up, and the child's parents had grown old.

No matter how fierce, how violent, how great a temper, one day it will be worn away by the years and turned into soil, ashes, and mud.Yu Qiuliang took a breath and said softly, "It's too late for me to give up drinking, but it's just right for him."

"..." The words were weird, the mother over there didn't know how to answer, Yu Qiuliang could only hear her shallow breathing.The voice was close to the microphone, giving him an illusion for no reason, as if he was the little baby in the past, and his mother was by his side to accompany him, hug him, and coax him to play.

Anxiety instantly swallowed Yu Qiuliang, he looked back at the wall clock on the wall, hurriedly said good night, and hung up the phone as if fleeing.It's not too late now, there's no need for him to say good night at this time, but if he doesn't say it now, he won't be able to say it for a long time, so he still throws these two words into his mother's arms lightly, deceiving himself He thought: I'm going to sleep now.

Whether he fell asleep or not, he knew in his own mind. His mother thought he was asleep, but in fact he didn't.After saying "good night", he was still looking at his phone, but he didn't chat with the previous person.Yu Qiuliang opened the little penguin to look for Song Ciran. When he got agitated, he wanted to take out the trash in Song Ciran's tree hole, but the other party took all the orders, and popped out a sentence from time to time to calm his anger.

"Don't be angry." Song Ciran said, "Think about your cat, brother, you won't be afraid of the sky falling, you have a cat."

"..."

Yu Qiuliang didn't know how much the landslide had anything to do with cats, he felt that Song Ciran's thinking was very out of the ordinary.No matter what they were talking about, Song Ciran always wanted to talk about Qiu Liang's cat.

After Song Ciran No. 14 mentioned Yu Qiuliang’s cat, the cat’s owner finally sensed something was wrong and immediately asked, “Do you want to hug my cat?!”

"Yes." Song Ciran brazenly admitted that he cared more about cats than Qiuliang.Yu Qiuliang was so angry that he cut out the chat interface to play games. Gu Jia happened to be online. Seeing him playing the game, he recruited him to form a team. Buddha.

While playing games on his mobile phone, he slowly swayed back to his room.Passing by the study room, Yu Xiasheng saw him holding his mobile phone, muttering something, how smart the old ghost is, he immediately guessed that he was playing games before finishing his homework.A hand descended from the sky interrupted Yu Qiuliang's attack, and he blurted out "Damn", Yu Xiasheng frowned, pinched his face and pulled it hard--a good-looking child, his face instantly changed shape, open-mouthed He cursed vaguely, but no one could hear what he was cursing.

"Why are you hanging up the phone?" Yu Xiasheng accidentally touched the side button of the phone, the sound of the game instantly became louder, Gu Jia turned on the voice, and her voice echoed for a long time in the corridor outside the study.Yu Qiuliang was furious. He didn't want Gu Jia to wrong him for hanging up the phone, so he slapped Yu Xiasheng on the head, wanting to take back his private property, but once Yu Xiasheng raised his arm, Yu Qiuliang couldn't reach the phone. He is not tall enough, which is the result of his picky eaters and junk food all the year round.

Yu Xiasheng quit the game involuntarily, and didn't care whether Yu Qiuliang's account would be reported by Gu Jia in anger, and points would be deducted.He stuffed his phone into his trouser pocket and pushed Yu Qiuliang back to his room to do his homework.There are a lot of homework in the third year of high school, but the more homework, the more reluctant Yu Qiuliang is to write. He doesn't like being urged and forced to do things.

Of course, even if others don't urge him or force him, he probably won't want to do his homework.

Sitting in front of the desk, Yu Qiuliang's eyes were empty and expressionless.He really wanted to tell the truth to Yu Xiasheng, telling him that he hadn't brought back the exercise book at all, but now going to Yu Xiasheng to say such things is no different from courting death.If Yu Qiuliang didn't do his homework, Yu Xiasheng would turn into a god of death every minute.

I have to find something to do, why not copy books... If Yu Xiasheng wants to check his homework, tell him that the teacher will ask the students to copy books today.Or, take out those blank exercise books that haven't had time to throw away, pick a random one and write a few pages, and fool around when Yu Xiasheng comes to look it up, it should be fine.Yu Qiuliang scratched his hair, thinking that writing an exercise book was more credible, so he looked back to confirm that Yu Xiasheng had never gone out in the study, then sneakily took out an old book from the pile of old books on the balcony, and quickly put it on the on the desk.

The moment he saw the cover clearly, Yu Qiuliang's face turned green. The book he pulled out was mathematics.

There may be relatively simple content, and it is impossible for a whole book to be full of difficult problems.Not giving up, Yu Qiuliang went through the exercise book from the beginning to the end, and found that this book is really full of problems.

No, you have to get another one.Yu Qiuliang went to touch the balcony again, this time he saw clearly, and took out a Chinese practice book.

Looking again, the first part is all ancient poems written silently, the title is a bit mentally handicapped, but it was written quickly anyway.Yu Qiuliang really wanted to write faster, but he was worried that his phone was not with him, and the feeling of losing contact with the outside world made him extremely uncomfortable.He bit his lip, angry and impatient, and couldn't hold it anymore, so he wrote a line of small characters on the draft paper.

"Bastard Yu Xiasheng".

After writing for half an hour, Yu Qiuliang couldn't sit still. He didn't even want to write the homework he was supposed to do, let alone the useless exercise book that he threw away.He jumped up from his chair and knocked on the door of the study with his so-called Chinese homework. He knocked for a long time, but there was no answer inside, and the silence was a little scary.

The wooden door tremblingly opened a small crack under Yu Qiuliang's beating, and Yu Qiuliang was horrified to find that there was no one in the house.Yu Xiasheng didn't know when he went out. Yu Qiuliang thought about it, and always felt that he went out after taking away his mobile phone. No wonder there was no movement in the study room. This guy was not in the room at all.

Since he was not at home, he should have left the phone on the table.Yu Qiuliang went into the house to look for it, but he couldn't find it after searching around.At this moment, a piece of paper on the desk attracted Yu Qiuliang's attention. He walked up to the desk and picked it up, and he was so angry that he wanted to tear Yu Xiasheng into pieces.

A silver hook is drawn on the small piece of paper, and the font is handsome: the account is frozen, quit the game.

I'm afraid only Yu Xiasheng himself knows what he has done with Yu Qiuliang's game account.Maybe it was reported by others for obscene language on the public channel, maybe it was Yu Qiuliang's account that kept losing and sending heads and was reported by his teammates, maybe Gu Jia was so angry that he went to his head and kept reporting his juniors. In short, Yu Qiuliang was innocent, but he suffered.

The light was typed on the piece of paper, and Yu Qiuliang noticed that there were words on the back. Turning it over, it was Yu Xiasheng who told him that the phone was placed on the closet.Yu Qiuliang yelled "Hey" and looked back at the tall wardrobe. This wardrobe is out of reach without stepping on a chair, and the top of the wardrobe is only cleaned once a year, and the dust has accumulated three feet. Did the old ghost think that Throwing him to death just wanted to disgust him to death.

Yu Qiuliang ran to the dining room and struggled to get a chair, moved it into the study room, stepped on the chair to look at the top of the cabinet.In addition to the thick accumulation of dust, he also saw a shoe box on the top of the empty cabinet. This shoe box seemed to be a protective barrier that Yu Xiasheng put on his mobile phone to block the intrusion of dust. .

Opening the shoebox happily, the smile on Yu Qiuliang's face suddenly froze, and the upward arc of the corner of his mouth stopped suddenly, stopping at a very awkward place.

The lid of the shoebox was open, and there was no mobile phone inside.This bastard Yu Xiasheng was so bored, he didn't know how many small notes he had written to Yu Qiuliang. He seemed to want to play a treasure hunt with others.

Although Yu Qiuliang didn't want to play this boring game with him, but for the sake of the phone, he still had to endure it. If he gave up halfway, he would waste all his work and give away the phone. Yu Qiuliang would never agree to losing the phone.He thumped his chest, unfolded the note, couldn't help being angry, and rolled his eyes.What was written on the note was not the next "treasure" location at all, but Yu Xiasheng's complacent mockery: "Okay, don't look for it anymore, playing games is addictive, you have to quit."

"Bah!!" Yu Qiuliang picked up the pen and added a few words to the note. His movements were so fast that he seemed to have practiced thousands of times. However, it was indeed the first time for him to write these words.