lcionline Chapter 423 Smoke
Chapter 423 Smoke
Lu Jingchen sat in the room that was once full of warmth and love. Everything around him seemed to be shrouded by a layer of gray gauze, which made him look so depressed and dull. In addition to drinking, he also started smoking. The rising smoke, like his chaotic and painful thoughts at the moment, spread wantonly in the air.
He didn't smoke before. In his past life, he always thought that smoking was harmful to the body and a bad habit. But now, he felt that only the smell of tobacco could make him temporarily forget the pain in his heart. He took out a box of cigarettes from the drawer of the coffee table. It was left by a friend when he came to visit. He looked at the box of cigarettes, as if he was looking at a hope that could save him from the dire straits.
He picked up the cigarette box with trembling hands and took out a cigarette. The cigarette seemed so small in his hand, but it seemed to carry all his pain and despair. He drew a flame from the lighter beside him, and the weak flame flickered in the dim room, reflecting his pale and haggard face. When the flame touched the cigarette, he took a light puff, and the tobacco was instantly ignited, making a slight "hissing" sound.
When the first puff of cigarette entered his throat, he choked and coughed. The spicy and pungent taste raged in his throat, and his eyes were instantly filled with tears. But he did not stop, but continued to inhale fiercely as if he had found a new sustenance. His fingers tightly clamped the cigarette, as if grasping the last straw. With each puff, he felt as if his soul was wrapped in smoke, temporarily isolated from the pain of the outside world.
He sat on the sofa, his body sinking deeply into it, just like his soul was constantly sinking. He looked at the rising smoke, and his thoughts began to drift away. He remembered every bit of his time with Jiang Ciyou, and those beautiful memories played in his mind like a movie. They used to walk in the park together, the sun shone on them through the gaps in the leaves, and Jiang Ciyou's smile was like the warm sunshine, illuminating his whole world. But now, all of this is like the smoke, illusory and out of reach.
He took another puff of the cigarette, the smoke swirled in his mouth, and then slowly blew out of his nose. His eyes were red from the smoke, but he didn't react at all. He just sat there quietly, immersed in his own pain. The ashes kept accumulating between his fingers, and then fell, just like his broken heart scattered bit by bit. Every drop of ashes that fell was like a little hope in his heart was extinguished.
His room was soon filled with smoke, and the thick smoke filled every corner, as if his pain had filled the entire space. He seemed to be in a foggy forest, unable to find an exit or hope. Everything around him became blurry, with only the cigarette in his hand still flickering with a faint flame.
He kept smoking, one after another, as if only this could comfort him. His lips became dry and his throat was in unbearable pain from excessive smoking, but he could no longer care about these. His mind was full of the scene when Jiang Ciyou left. Her cold expression and her resolute words were like a sharp sword, constantly piercing his heart.
He thought of the nights they had spent together, when they would sit in front of the window, looking at the night view outside, and talking to each other. Jiang Ciyou would gently lean on his shoulder, their breaths intertwined, and that intimate feeling made him feel like the happiest person in the world. But now, all of this has become the past, and he can only recall those beautiful moments in the smoke.
As he continued to smoke, the air in the room became more turbid. He felt that his breathing became difficult, but he did not want to open the window to let in fresh air. He felt that this turbid air was just like his current life, chaotic and suffocating. He did not want to break this state, because he was afraid that once he broke it, the pain that came like a tide would completely drown him.
His body began to tremble slightly, and it was unclear whether it was because he smoked too much or because he could no longer suppress the pain in his heart. His hands were shaking constantly, and cigarette ashes kept falling, landing on his clothes and on the sofa, but he was completely unaware. His eyes were still empty, without any focus, and he just mechanically repeated the action of smoking.
He tried to find a little relief from the smoke, a way to forget Jiang Ciyou's departure. He felt like a drowning man, and the smoke was his last straw. He held on to it tightly, unwilling to let go, even though he knew it was only a short escape.
He recalled the time when they used to cook together. Jiang Ciyou was busy in the kitchen wearing an apron, her hair was a little messy, but she looked very cute. He helped her, and they would laugh over small things. That simple and pure happiness seemed so precious now. But now, he could only recall the beautiful moments that had gone by alone in this smoke-filled room.
His consciousness began to become a little blurry, probably because of the combined effects of smoking and drinking. Some hallucinations appeared in front of his eyes. He seemed to see Jiang Ciyou standing in front of him, smiling and reaching out to him. He excitedly wanted to hold her hand, but when he reached out, he only grasped a piece of nothingness. His heart was in great pain. He knew that this was just his fantasy. Jiang Ciyou had left him and might never come back.
He continued to smoke, trying to immerse himself in the smoke. His body had become very weak, but he didn't care. He felt that his body was no longer important, what was important was that his heart was dead. His life without Jiang Ciyou was like a world without the sun, with only endless darkness and coldness.
His friends once told him that smoking was a form of chronic suicide, but now he felt that it didn't matter. If he could find a little relief from this pain, he would not hesitate to sacrifice his life for it. He had fallen into deep despair and could not extricate himself.
He looked at the cigarette in his hand that was about to burn out, and an inexplicable sadness surged in his heart. This cigarette was just like the love between him and Jiang Ciyou, which had once burned so passionately, but was now about to turn into ashes. He didn't know what his future would be like, he only knew that he was now engulfed by pain and could not escape.
He lit another cigarette, his movements becoming slow and weak. His room was already filled with the smell of cigarettes, a pungent and bitter smell that was as hard to dissipate as the pain in his heart. He sat there like an orphan abandoned by the world, without direction or hope.
He thought of the gentle words Jiang Ciyou had said to him. Those words that once moved his heart had now become sharp weapons that hurt his heart. He didn't understand why two people who once loved each other so much would end up like this. He felt like a loser, who had lost miserably on the battlefield of love.
His body began to lean forward, and he felt his head was heavy, as if a big rock was pressing on it. His consciousness had become very blurry, but Jiang Ciyou's figure was still in his mind. He knew that he couldn't go on like this, but he had no way to stop. He had fallen into a vicious cycle and couldn't get out of it.
His eyes were half open and half closed, watching the rising smoke. He felt as if he had merged with the smoke, and his life was like the smoke, illusory and meaningless. His heart was filled with despair, and he didn't know how to face life without Jiang Ciyou.
He spent hour after hour in the smoke, and time had no meaning for him. He didn't know what was happening in the outside world, nor did he care. He was only immersed in his own pain and couldn't extricate himself. His room was like an isolated island, and he was the only resident on this island, surrounded by pain and despair.
He picked up the cigarette box again, wanting to take out another cigarette, but he found that the cigarette box was empty. He looked at the empty cigarette box and felt lost. He felt like this empty cigarette box, which was once full of hope and happiness, but now it was nothing. He threw the empty cigarette box on the ground and leaned weakly on the sofa.
His body was extremely tired, but his brain still couldn't stop thinking. His heart was filled with longing and resentment for Jiang Ciyou. He missed the good times they had together and resented why she had left him so decisively. His heart was struggling painfully, but he couldn't find the answer.
He closed his eyes and tried to give himself a break. But Jiang Ciyou's shadow was still in his mind. Her smile and her voice echoed in his mind like a song that could never stop playing. His body began to twitch slightly, and his heart was in great pain, which was beyond his endurance.
He didn't know how to get through this difficult time. He felt that he had reached the end of his life. His life had no direction and no goal. He was like a soul lost in the darkness, wandering around but unable to find a home. He lost himself in the smoke and lost confidence in the future.
Dear readers, in this chapter, I want to use the scene of Lu Jingchen smoking to deeply show his pain and despair after suffering a heavy blow in love. The act of smoking is not only a way to escape pain, but also an external manifestation of the collapse of his inner world. I hope that through detailed descriptions, everyone can empathize with his helplessness and confusion. Love is sometimes like this. When it leaves, it will bring great pain to people and make people feel that the whole world has lost its color. And Lu Jingchen's various performances in this chapter also foreshadowed his subsequent transformation and growth. I hope everyone can continue to pay attention to this story and see how he walks out of this dark abyss.