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If there were no cigarettes, how would I be able to resolve my eternal loneliness of life and death, love, hate, and sorrow?

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    I fainted. Sister Xu played a very old song in front of the office. What kind of song was it? It confused me. It was flavored with yellow plum and resembled a folk song. It was a song that I had before I was born. Ahem, I listened to it once.  I know how to hum, but unfortunately I have no interest in singing. Although the first first-place award I received in my life was for singing and musical works, at that time, my eyes were always competing with thinkers from all over the world, both ancient and modern.  There is no way, everyone who left their name was written in a very dry and crying manner!  Ask Sister Xu what type of songs are you listening to?  She said it was from mainland China.  What type of music did I say?  She said Chinese style!  All right!  Too lazy to ask, Kun Opera is similar.  Anyway, she plays a lot of old songs, ancient songs, which are not important to me anyway, and I don¡¯t know.  Just listen if she likes.  I used to be able to do anything outside without affecting myself, let alone singing.  It's raining non-stop now, and over the weekend, she once said she admired me for watching my little phone tapping on it like I was playing a piano, and it seemed like I couldn't stop tapping.  Sister Xu said, can I sing this kind of song?  I said yes!  I can sing any song.  Sister Xu said that I would sing.  I said I'm not interested.  She was right, I love smoking so much.  I like and am used to smoking that lover's cigarette quietly in a place with few people.  If there were no cigarettes, how would I be able to resolve my eternal loneliness of life and death, love, hate, and sorrow?  Ahem!  The old saying was that the world is like a paradise, and if everyone is happy and peaceful, I will stop smoking. If you stay young forever, I will stop smoking.  Sister Xu said she would wait until the rain stopped before going home, and then said forget it and wait another five minutes.  She asked me when I was leaving?  I said I can leave now.  Then I waited for her to leave so I could close the door and go home.  I'm very patient in this regard.  In my memory, I have never met anyone who can come earlier and leave later than me. I remember that when I was 16 years old, I went away to study. I got up at 4 o'clock in the morning and came home after 12 o'clock in the evening.  Why not when you can go back early?  Because I hate crowding, there are fewer people on the earliest and latest buses. It would be bad if the girl comes home early or late.  Women are really good at touching. They would touch here and there. It would take five minutes, but it would take more than ten minutes.  Then he even said that it was because he was waiting for me.  All right!  Finally, Sister Xu was about to leave. She shouted at the door not to stay too late and to go home early.  Then I will type 150 words as fast as possible.  But now that she's gone, what do I say?  Talk about this annoying rain, damn rain, why does it keep falling?  Or why is Wang Badan's business so bad?  Why are you crying when you don¡¯t have money?  When I got home, my house was wet. My socks were wet and my shoes were wet, so I had to use an electric fan to dry them.  The motorcycle also stopped at the intersection, and the seats next to the house were all occupied. Unexpectedly, the bad guy poked a small hole in the seat of the motorcycle, and the rain would get into the cotton inside.  Last time, the seat was not closed and someone took away the umbrella. It was really hard to hang around in Xiaowanwan.  Work is like a pool of stagnant water crowded with fish, like an extremely long dry season.  If the dragon is trapped in the shallows, you can't eat fish!  Although money cannot solve all problems, having no money is very problematic.  In the past, we made fun of ordinary people who cried about being poor, or who went from poor to rich, or from rich to poor, or who were not very good. Every character had her own experience. That's it.  Compare your heart to your heart and put yourself in their shoes, and everything will become self-explanatory.
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