At eight o'clock in the evening, Wang Kunlun drove a Wrangler from Xi'an to Nanjing alone.
At the same time, a forlorn figure carrying a canvas bag got off the train alone at Nanjing Railway Station.
At about the same time as this time, a Gulfstream private business jet from Australia landed at Shenyang Taoxian Airport. A slightly obese figure got off the plane and hurriedly walked out of the airport.
At the exit of Nanjing Railway Station, Xiang Que ordered a bowl of duck blood vermicelli from a stall. There was a layer of red chili oil floating in the soup. After two bites, Tu Lu was a little eager to eat it. The vermicelli soup was so spicy. It's so hot, and after eating these two bites, it feels like it's going to catch on fire.
Wiping the saliva from his mouth, Xiang Que gasped and asked the old lady selling fans: "Madam, how to get to Purple Mountain Villa?"
For the sake of a bowl of duck blood fans, the Nanjing lady pointed the way to Xiang Que in convoluted Mandarin and said two words: "Take a taxi."
Xiang Que lowered his head and rummaged through his pockets. He had just bought the fans and had eight yuan left in his pocket. He felt that if he took a taxi with this little money, it might be easier for him to get ripped off.
"Are there any more economical and environmentally friendly travel options?" Xiang Que asked implicitly.
The old lady glanced at Xiang Que with drooped eyelids and said, "Young man, just say you don't have money to take a taxi."
"A little bit poor" Xiang Que felt that he was despised by an old lady, which was quite embarrassing.
"Did you see the platform in front of you? Take the subway to Changzhou Road and get off the No. 22 bus. Then take the No. 6 bus for five stops and then take the No. 6 bus to the end and turn left for two kilometers."
Xiang Que blinked his sad eyes and said, "Why bother with this?"
"Young man, if you had been to the capital, you wouldn't say that," the old lady curled her lips and said.
"Thank you, ma'am." After finishing the meal, the fan Xiang Que took out a crumpled box of cigarettes and lit one before entering the subway station. It was already past nine o'clock in the evening and there were not many people on the subway. It was swaying. After riding for a few stops and taking bus 22, we finally arrived at the bus stop for bus No. 6.
It was past ten o'clock in the evening, and there were relatively few people at the site. Apart from Xiang Que, there was also a young couple in ordinary clothes carrying large and small bags, and a one or two-year-old child. It looked like they were working from other places. .
The weather in Nanjing is as sultry as a furnace. Even though it is already evening, the temperature is still around 30 degrees. After standing outside for a while, I was already sweating profusely. I sat cross-legged on the ground against the billboard on the platform, but as soon as I sat down, my buttocks suddenly melted. It felt like pancakes. The ground was so hot that Xiang Que bounced up.
The little kid in the woman's hands suddenly giggled with joy when she saw Xiang Que touching his buttocks, as if he was seeing some kind of joy.
Unexpectedly, the young daughter-in-law smiled at Xiang Que kindly, then took out two newspapers from her package and handed them to him and said, "I see that you have been riding the train for a whole day, so take a break here."
After thanking Xiang Que, he took the newspaper and sat down again. This time he felt a little more trustworthy.
After two buses passed, it was already 10:30 in the evening. After waiting for about ten minutes, the No. 6 bus slowly drove over. The bus had dim headlights and closed the windows. There were only people inside. several people.
Xiang Que stood up, patted his butt, balled up the newspaper and threw it into the trash can to get in the car. At this time, the young couple next to him also walked up to him with their children and luggage in their arms.
"Are you from the Sixth Road too? Little brother" the man asked with a smile.
Xiang Que hummed and was about to speak when the child in his wife's arms suddenly burst into tears, and the crying was quite hysterical and sad.
"I told you to feed the child but you didn't. You see, my son is as hungry as a calf." The young man complained to his wife.
The young daughter-in-law rolled her eyes at him unhappily and said, "Don't you think it would be a disadvantage if my belongings were shown to outsiders while I was breastfeeding?"
"Oh, hurry up, take advantage of the fact that it's not crowded and it's dark, so I can get in the car and feed him something quickly," the young man said anxiously.
The "Crunch" bus happened to stop at the stop, and the young man walked to the bus with a salute, but the bad guy in his wife's arms started to cry even louder, and was struggling desperately in her arms, turning over and rolling over.
Xiang Que glanced at the child, then squinted at the bus. The driver on the bus honked the horn and urged the three of them to get on the bus quickly. The wife just hugged the child to prevent him from moving, and then walked to the bus.
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"Hey, eldest sister," Xiang Que suddenly greeted her and said, "Your child may not look very comfortable. People in the car may not be willing to make such a fuss after getting in the car. Why don't you wait until you finish feeding him?"
Let’s go to the first class”
The young daughter-in-law suddenly stopped with one foot on the car and was stunned.
The young man on the bus urged: "Get in the bus, get in the bus, feed it, and stop making trouble. It will take more than half an hour to wait for the next bus."
"Wow..." The child seemed quite unhappy, struggling to survive but not getting up.
The little daughter-in-law retracted her feet and said: "If you are anxious, go first. I will feed the child first. If you don't feel sorry for the flesh that fell off my body, I will. I will wait until the child stops making trouble."
The young man had no idea. Seeing that his wife was not with him, he had to carry his things and come down again.
The bus door clicked shut and drove away.
The child in my wife's arms felt as if a switch had been pressed, and he stopped crying as soon as the bus left.
The young man looked at Xiang Que suspiciously and asked, "Brother, why didn't you get in the car? My wife will be breastfeeding in a while, don't you have any intentions?"
"Oh, I'll go." Xiang Que suddenly turned pale.
"Brother, my legs are cramped, can I not go up?" Xiang Que said in a broken voice.
"Don't talk to me. When you heard that my wife was going to breastfeed the child, your eyes seemed to be straight. Have you ever thought about eye addiction?" The young man glanced at him maliciously.
"Bang······"
Suddenly there was a loud noise one kilometer ahead of the road.
The couple and Xiang Que turned their heads at the same time. The bus that had just left here was hit by a garbage truck before it had gone very far.
"Gudu" The young couple swallowed and glanced at the child in their arms, with lingering fears.
The bus was hit and deformed, and the people in the car must have been killed or injured.
Xiang Que had been a little distracted these past few days. If the child hadn't been crying so much, he wouldn't have noticed the No. 6 bus at all.
There was an air of death in the bus, especially under the dim street lights. Xiang Que saw that the driver was in bad luck and the hall was dark, which was a sign of trouble.
Some people said that Xiang Que could obviously save the lives of the people in the car, why didn't he stop him?
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