As convenient as it was, everyone's home was not short on cigarettes; it was just a novelty for a moment.
Old Yun, however, was brimming with excitement. He had just stuffed a cigarette into his mouth and with a "click," lit it with his lighter.
He took a deep drag with practiced ease, and then his expression seemed to freeze.
It took a good while before he slowly exhaled a puff of smoke.
Then he began to stare off into space.
The other three elderly men were fiddling with the cigarette roller—Director Zhu was stuffing tobacco into it, and in no time rolled another cigarette. He only realized something when he picked it up and inspected it:
"Old Yun, what's with that reaction?"
"Nothing much," Old Yun said with a world-weary indifference, and then flicked the ash off his cigarette nonchalantly:
"I just feel like all the years of smoking have been in vain."
