At eight o'clock in the evening, Wang Kunlun drove his horse-walker from Xi'an to Nanjing alone.
At the same time, a down-and-out figure carrying a canvas bag at Nanjing Railway Station also got off the train alone.
Not much different from this time, a private Gulfstream business plane flying from Australia at Shenyang Taoxian Airport landed. A slightly obese figure got off the plane and hurried out of the airport.
At the exit of Nanjing Railway Station, Xiang Que asked for a bowl of duck blood vermicelli in front of a small stall. There was a layer of red chili oil floating in the soup. After a couple of mouthfuls, he was a little anxious. The vermicelli soup was spicy. It's hot again, just as if you're going to catch fire after eating these two bites.
After wiping the saliva from his mouth, Xiangque panted and asked the old lady who sold fans: "Auntie, how to get to Zijin Villa?"
For the sake of a bowl of duck blood vermicelli, the Nanjing aunt pointed out a way to Xiang Que in her mouth-wrinkled Mandarin and said two words: "Take a taxi"
Xiang Que lowered his head and turned his pocket. He just bought it and had eight yuan left in his fan's pocket. He felt that if he got into a taxi, he might be more likely to be chopped.
"Is there any more economical and environmentally friendly travel options?" Xiang Que asked implicitly.
The old lady drooped her eyelids and looked at Xiang Que, who was more depressed, and said, "Young man, just say you don't have money to take a taxi."
"A little bit tight" Xiang Que felt that he was despised by an old lady, which was quite ashamed.
"Did you see the platform in front? Take the subway to Changzhou Road and fall down No. 22 bus, then take the fifth stop and then take No. 6 bus to the end point and turn left for two kilometers."
Xiang Que blinked his sad little eyes and said, "What's so hard?"
"Young man, if you have been to the capital, you wouldn't have said that," the old lady said with a lip.
"Thank you, auntie." After eating, the fan Xiang Que took out a wrinkled cigarette and lit a box of cigarettes and entered the subway station. It was already past nine o'clock in the evening. There were not many people on the subway, and they were swaying. After taking a few stops, I went down again and then went to No. 22 before I got to the station of No. 6.
It was already past ten o'clock in the evening at this time, and there were fewer people on the site. In addition to Xiang Que, there was also a young couple in ordinary clothes carrying large bags and small packages. They were carrying a one or two-year-old child, and they were obviously working from another place. .
The weather in Nanjing is as hot as a stove. Although it is already at night, the temperature is still around 30 degrees. I am already sweating profusely when I stand outside for a while and sit cross-legged on the billboard on the platform. But as soon as I sit down, my butt is suddenly I felt like a pancake, and the ground was too hot and it directly popped up Xiangque.
The little guy in the woman's hand was holding a smile as she looked at Xiang Que's butt and was immediately giggling, as if she had seen some fun.
Unexpectedly, the young wife smiled at Xiang Que kindly, then took out two newspapers from her package and handed them to him and said, "I saw that you have been on the train for a day, so take a rest."
Xiang Que thanked me and took the newspaper and sat down again. This time I felt a little reliable.
After passing two buses, it was already 10:30 in the evening. After waiting for about ten minutes, bus No. 6 slowly drove over. The car was holding a dim headlight and closed the windows. It was just sitting inside. A few people.
Xiang Que got up and patted his butt, threw the newspaper into the trash can and prepared to get on the car. At this time, the young couple next to him also walked to him with their children in their luggage.
"You are from the Sixth Route too? Little brother," the man asked with a smile.
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Xiangque said huh, just as he was about to speak, the child being held by his wife suddenly burst into tears, and she was crying quite hysterically and sadly.
"You told you if you don't feed your child. You see, my son is hungry and you're all like a calve." The young man blamed his wife.
The young wife gave him a look unhappy and said, "Don't you think it would be a disadvantage to show my own things to outsiders when I was feeding them?"
"Oh, hurry up, take advantage of the darkness of the day and get in the car and sit in the back and feed it," the young man said anxiously.
"Grao" the bus happened to be parked at the stop. The young man walked up to the bus with a greeting, but the bad guy in his wife's arms cried even more, and he was struggling desperately in her arms, turning over and rolling around.
Xiang Que looked at the child, then looked at the bus with his eyes narrowed. The driver on the bus honking the horn urged the three of them to get on the bus quickly. The wife insisted on hugging the child and prevented him from moving around and then walked into the bus.
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"Oh, sister" Xiang Que suddenly greeted her and said, "Your child may not look very comfortable. After getting on the bus, the people in the bus may not be willing to do so. You should wait until you have finished feeding him before waiting for him to wait.
Class one”
The young wife stopped on one foot of the car and was stunned.
The young man in the car urged: "Just get in the car, get in the car, feed it, and stop making trouble. It will take more than half an hour to wait for the next shift."
"Wow..." The child seemed quite unhappy and struggled to get there.
The young wife shrank back and said, "You are in a hurry and leave first. I will feed the child before talking. If you don't feel sorry for the flesh that fell from my body, I will feel sorry for me when the child stops making trouble."
The young man had no choice but to take his things down again when he saw that his wife couldn't get in.
The bus closed the door and drove away.
The child in the young wife's arms seemed to press the key, and he stopped crying as soon as the bus left.
The young man looked at Xiang Que suspiciously and asked, "Little brother, why haven't you gotten into the car? My wife is going to feed her later. Don't you have any intention?"
"Oh, I'll go." Xiang Que suddenly wanted to be a little slutty.
"Brother, can I get my feet cramped and not go up?" Xiang Que said in a collapsed state.
"Don't talk to me. When you hear my wife wants to feed the child, I look at your eyes straight. Why do you want to enjoy the pleasure of seeing you?" The young man glanced at him maliciously.
"Bang······"
A loud noise suddenly came a kilometer away from the road.
The couple, Xiang Que and the other two turned their heads at the same time, and the bus that had just driven out here was hit by a dump truck in the middle.
"Gudu" the young couple swallowed their saliva and looked at the child in their arms, feeling still scared.
The bus was hit and deformed, and the people in the bus must be either dead or injured.
These days, Xiang Que has been a little distracted and his spirits are quite drifty. If the child hadn't cried too much, he wouldn't have noticed the No. 6 bus.
There was a sense of death in the bus, especially under the dim street lights, Xiangque saw the driver being in trouble and the Yintang turned black, which was a sign of difficulties.
Some people say that Xiang Que can clearly save the lives of the person in the car, why didn’t he speak up and stop him?
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