Dreamland Guide

　　 Lemao couldn't open his eyes, as if there was a big sun scorching him in front of him. But this burning pain couldn't suppress his thoughts of smoking a lot. It's like a bug biting in his heart, brain, and blood vessels. This kind of sadness is a thousand times more painful than a burn.

　　 "Hot me! Burn me to death! Give me a sip, just one sip!" he yelled.

　　 He heard someone ask: "Just take a breath?"

　　 He nodded quickly: "One bite, one bite!"

　　 The man said: "Climb out and take a breath for you!"

　　 He opened his eyes and saw that he was in a cast iron room with a small hole in the corner. He went down to look and saw white powder piled up like a hill outside the cave, and swarms of mice crawled across the powder pile, squeaking excitedly.

　　 His heart was surging, and he felt hope ignited in his life.

　　 But the hole is too small, so small that only cats and dogs can penetrate it.

　　 He walked around the room anxiously, touching every brick on every wall, trying to find an exit.

　　 There should always be a door, right? He thought, how else did he get in?

　　 "No need to look for it, you are a guilty person, and there is no way to a sinful heart like you." He heard the man say.

　　 don't know why, he thinks this person is right. He admitted that he was guilty, and he was willing to accept punishment. But before that, he just wanted to take a breath. As long as he takes another breath, he is willing to go to jail or die.

　　 He looked at the low dog hole again.

　　 The voice rang again: "Come here, you can **** as much as you want!"

　　 The temptation of white powder is too great, he tried to drill his head into the hole. The hole was uneven, and there were many sharp nails, which made his head hurt.

　　 He stepped back, and went to the surrounding walls to fumble.

　　 This time, he found a door on a wall.

　　 He laughed: "Here is a door! Haha, there is a door!"

　　 He pushed open the door hard, and a gust of wind blew in, causing him to stagger. He walked outside the door blindfolded, and when he reached the door, he suddenly stopped abruptly.

　　 Outside the door is an abyss. The wind roared like a tiger, spinning around in the abyss at his feet.

　　 "Just jump down, you'll be free if you jump down!" said the voice.

Jump? Still not jumping?

　　 Lemao hesitated.

　　 He wants to be relieved. You'll be relieved by jumping down!

　　 But... he turned his gaze to the small hole-beyond the hole is heaven-the paradise for addicts!

　　 He stepped back and closed the door.

　　 The wind stopped and his heart was beating.

　　 He still doesn't want to die. He wanted to take a breath, even if he died, he would take a breath before he died.

　　 He returned to the small hole and tried to drill his head in.

　　 This time, the head went in.

　　 The hole was propped open by his head like elasticity.

　　 He felt his head had passed, and he wanted to lift it up to take a look, but he couldn't lift it up. There was pressure like a tensioned rubber band all around.

　　 It may be that the wall is a bit thick and the hole is a bit deep. Before his head passes, his body has already penetrated in.

　　The pressure around him is getting stronger and stronger, wrapping him up like a cocoon. He became a pupa in a cocoon.

　　 The inside of the hole is slimy and moist. He crawled forward with difficulty, as if going against the direction of birth, returning to his mother's body.

　　 Over the years, the things that food and drink have added to the body are slowly being squeezed out. His blood, brain plasma, and bone marrow all flowed out of his seven orifices.

　　He was in terrible pain!

　　 From this pain, he imagined the pain his mother suffered when giving birth to him. These two kinds of suffering are interdependent, one is the tension and the other is the pressure.

　　 When a person is born, it is when the mother suffers.

　　 It’s just that people pay more attention to the joy of a new life, and ignore the suffering of the person who gave birth to the new life. Moreover, in the face of a great feeling called maternal love, any suffering is not worth mentioning.

　　 Lemao inexplicably thought of his mother-the woman who eventually died on the opium bed.

　　 Lemao still remembered the last words she said before she died: "Don't touch the smoke!"

　　 Now, are you going to give everything back to your mother?

　　The painful feeling is slowly disappearing. The air in his lungs has been completely squeezed out, and there is only a small heart left, and there is no need to beat, because there is no blood.

　　 Suddenly, his body loosened, and the external pressure disappeared. He floated up, surrounded by light yellow transparent liquid, which made people feel warm.

　　 He can't open his eyes, he can't see anything. But he could feel his presence-he was a baby-curled up in his mother's belly.

　　 How comfortable!

　　What a big smoke! What morphine! Nothing matters anymore!

　　 If life can be repeated again, he will definitely not touch these things!

　　 But life, can it really come back?

　　 When he thought of this question, a flash of light suddenly flashed in the darkness.

　　 He opened his eyes and saw that he was tied to the porch of the familiar Westinghouse. Except for his head, he couldn't move his body.

　　 A man with messy hair stood opposite him, holding a bowl of hot porridge in his hand.

　　 The man stepped forward and helped him untie the rope.

　　 Just now, he was still struggling desperately, trying to escape from here. But now, without the rope binding, he seemed to have lost all his strength, and his body collapsed suddenly. If he hadn't leaned his back against the pillars, he might have fallen.

　　 "Why smoke?" the man with the porridge asked.

　　 Lemao leaned on the pillar and panted, staring at the roof with empty eyes, as if he was reminiscing about his life.

"At first I was curious~www.readwn.com~ Seeing everyone was smoking, I took a sip. Just a sip, and it feels refreshed immediately after smoking! You can do other things, but it will come quickly without it. Simple."

"For example, if you do that with a woman, it's very cool. But from the realization that it takes a lot of time and energy to do it, it takes a lot of time and energy, and the big smoke is different. You only have to take a bite to get the same amount of happiness. I was back then I just thought, what kind of girl will I be struggling with in the future? Just smoke directly."

"Later, after smoking a few more times, the feeling of happiness is not obvious. Every time I finish smoking, I feel terribly guilty. , I squinted my eyes. At that time, I missed the feeling of sucking for the first time. The feeling that was sweeter and refreshing than first love can't be forgotten. I said, it's better to do it again, the last time... …The last time!"

"Later, my body became worse and worse, and I didn't have a comfortable bone under my body. What can I do? The medicine didn't work, so I had to continue to suck, I was tired, I was sleepy, and my back hurts. When my leg hurts, take a breath, go to work in the field and take a breath, and take a breath of pickled vegetables..."

　　 Lemao twitched his nose while talking.

　　 "Do you still want to smoke now?" Aoki held the bowl in one hand, took the cigarette out of his pocket with the other, and lit it with a lighter in his mouth.

　　The white smoke quickly dispersed and filled the dim room.

　　 Lemao's breathing rose rapidly, and his chest was undulating. He swallowed a big mouthful of water, his apple trembling on the slender neck, and cautiously said: "I... take a mouthful?... One mouthful, one mouthful!"

　　 He stretched out a finger to his chest.

　　 Aoki nodded, flipped his hands and rubbed a bowl of hot porridge on Le Mao's face.