My life is far from drugs, and not far.
The first time I watched "Operation Mekong", I thought of a classmate when I saw prescription Xinwu driving a yacht into another yacht at the end. His biological brother was a customs anti-drug police officer who died unexpectedly in an operation. However, the unit was unable to properly handle his funeral long after the incident, and even the memorial service was delayed for a long time. I guess that there may be safety considerations, but it is a kind of torture for the family of the deceased. The people have passed away, but they do not receive the respect they deserve. The death of my brother was a big blow to my classmates. At that time, he read a lot of Buddhist books, went to many places to relax by himself, and thought a lot over and over again before he came out of this blow. We watched, but could not do anything.
I watched "Operation Mekong" for the second time today. After a long time, I remembered that I have a little aunt who has a history of drug addiction.
My little aunt is my grandfather's younger brother and my little grandfather's most beloved little daughter. When I was a child, I looked forward to my little aunt coming to my house during the festivals. She was beautiful, round and jade-like, and had a lively personality. It was very interesting to play with her. She is the same generation as her parents, but she is not like those rigid adults at all. They only ask me about my grades and tell me to study hard, but my aunt always talks to me about the most popular stars and the most popular fashion. I don't think she treats me as a child, she treats me as an adult like her, sharing with me what she likes. I often think that if I grow up, I must not be a lifeless adult like a dead fish eyeball. I want to be an empathetic and interesting adult like my little aunt.
After graduating from college, my little aunt went to the big city of Shenzhen alone. I don’t know what my little aunt was doing there. I just remember that in the first few years, when she came home for the New Year, she was always dressed with jewels, her hair was dyed yellow, and she wore a mink coat. , gave me a lot of New Year's money. At that time, she learned to smoke, and during New Year's greetings, she often smoked with her father and the big men. She stopped chatting with me about fancy stars and fashion, and my grandmother also started not to let us play with her, for fear that we would learn badly. In the eyes of adults, a woman's smoking is one of the signs of deterioration.
Later, the little aunt did not go home for the Chinese New Year for several years, but she remitted a lot of money to the little grandpa to buy them a new house. The little grandfather was very happy, and he said that the little aunt was filial when he met everyone.
When I saw my little aunt again, I was already in junior high school.
Before my grandfather's family came, my grandmother called our children together mysteriously, and said in a low voice that my little aunt was taking drugs. This time she came back to detox, so don't talk to her when she comes to pay New Year's greetings. I can't remember how I digested my grandma's words at the time. It's still hard for me to associate the pretty and lively aunt with the decadent drug addicts on the anti-drug propaganda board.
When I did meet my little aunt, I almost didn't recognize her. In the past, everyone praised her oval face as blessed and round, but at that time, her cheeks were sunken, her figure was thin, her hair was dull and dull, and even the whites of her eyes were a little yellow. She smiled and greeted me, I smiled at her and avoided. She smoked a lot, and her hands were shaking a little when she lit a cigarette. I never thought a drug addict would be so close to me, I was terrified at that moment.
At that time, the little grandfather and the others guarded and watched the little aunt every day, afraid that she would run out and relapse. For a while, they brought my little aunt to live at my house, because my home is in the suburbs, and my little aunt is not familiar with the terrain, so it is difficult to escape. When my little aunt lived in my house, I couldn't see her very much. She was always locked in her room. I have heard her cry and whine, sometimes mixed with the sound of smashing things. Once I passed by the window of that room, she stopped me and tried to coax me to open the door for her. I saw her running away like a flood.
The little grandfather was so worried about the little aunt's affairs that he suddenly looked ten years older. Later, the little aunt still took advantage of the opportunity to go to the toilet and ran out. After that, the little grandfather finally made up his mind to send the little aunt to a drug rehab center.
The little aunt was lucky. After several repetitions, she finally got rid of the drug addiction. It's just that I can't quit smoking anymore, and I smoke very fiercely. She gradually gained weight again. She was no longer well-proportioned and thin. She finally slowly turned into a fat middle-aged woman with dull eyes and a bulging belly.
Later, my little aunt got married and went out of town. I rarely saw her, and I couldn't even think of her again until I finished watching "Operation Mekong" again today.
Drugs seem to be very far away from us, but when we pull and pull, we find that it is terrifyingly close.
There is a movie review that said very well, "You think the world is safe, but it's because someone is carrying the burden for you."
Resisting drugs and everything related to it are the only things we ordinary people can do and do well. .
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