The Eight Immortals

 Chu Van
the first 93 years of last century, I was a sophomore student, our school organized a painting class to Guilin. The day before departure, we regard the class 8 boy emptied his pockets, to chip in to buy a box of to pick up the butts, brought together into a paper bag, threw it out the window. that smoke, probably most of my life a sense of taste. From then on, I could not smell the smell of cigarettes.
time , the school refused to students smoking, if found, let our parents still anonymous campus. When 8 superimpose the morning the children were 500 per trip for travel. on the train, eight boys Xiuweixiangtou to get together, squeeze each eyebrow uplift blink to indicate the trouser pocket watch. We took the  , inside stink to high heaven, foot odor, body odor, sweat smell, smelly hair, smelly toilets and so forth. When the train is running 30 minutes, we turn report teacher: to see through our trick, she told us not to mess Series car, finished, his face stern smile: urine. Thus, in the Kuankuang between the train into a guy flashed a thick one yuan, Eight Immortals
then we me one? I said: cents, one cent out of a hand cross to give the ground a uncle, the smoke is also interesting, but also to you. ; a result, the ground came the string of stuttering-like words: Thank you, thank you, thank you ......< br> smoked cigarettes, we turn back to his seat, not far from the class to spend with her sharp eyes on the beautiful We are disappointed to say: classes spend the first to get off, waiting in the car door, trying to help us get access Streams, in fact, we are all traveling light travel, obviously, her enthusiasm did not come in handy, but we all agreed: beef and chicken shows their own values. When we happily standing on the platform, took classes suddenly said, there is still one cent. teacher check the number, the less said one, so we looked at each other, as we know what to do, the platform and car gap in the wall appeared in two white hands: One of the Eight Immortals: