With practiced yet slightly rusty fingers, he pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and took a drag. The taste of tobacco, absent for ten years, circled through his lungs before he slowly exhaled. The smoke ring expanded before his eyes, then faded away. Just like the person he had always wanted to keep and protect: they had passed through his life, then left for somewhere beyond his reach.
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Finished reading. I really like 5927 in this article, the loyal right-hand man and the tolerant Da Kong. Although the tone of the whole article is a touch of sadness, I was still moved by these two people. I'm sorry that time is tight and I can't comment in detail. Anyway, thank you to the author for bringing us such a good article.