隔壁办公室的老丁头,又开始戒烟了。他戒烟的历史不可谓不长,戒烟的决心不可谓不大。他戒烟的那些事,整幢办公楼上上下下,可谓无人不知无人不晓。这不,就昨天下午下班前夕,老丁头抽出烟盒子里面最后一根香烟,夹在手上爱惜地捏了捏,好像在打量一件什么珍贵的物件,还凑近鼻子底下闻了闻。然后,调转目光,看看左手握着的空盒子,像是下了很大决心,使劲把烟盒子一把捏瘪了,随手扔在废纸篓里,然后重重地挤出四个字:最 The old head next door office, began to quit smoking. His history of smoking cessation can not be underestimated, the determination to quit smoking can not be underestimated. He quit smoking those things up and down the entire office building, can be described as nobody I do not know. This is not, on the eve of yesterday afternoon, the old head of the cigarette out of the cigarette inside the last cigarette, gripped in the hands of love, pinch pinched, as if looking at what a precious object, but also sniffed near the bottom of the nose. Then, turn their eyes and look at the empty box held by his left hand, like a great determination, hard to pinch a box of smuggled, readily throw in the wastebasket, and then heavily squeeze the four words: the most