Chapter 72 There is no alliance, only war and chaos
Author: quiet flowers blossom
Chapter 72 There is no alliance, only war and chaos
From the window, you can see a wave of air suddenly coming out from behind the man!
Like a jet plane, it pushed the man to fly!
He's flying close to the ground!
While flying, it was like a goddess scattering flowers, swaying in the air...
He is really flying!
At this time, there happened to be two young men on the road.
Youth A: "Do you know Jordan? He is a trapeze artist."
Youth B looked at the sky with a strange expression: "What is a trapeze artist? Do you know what a trapeze artist is?"
Fortunately, the car door had been closed in time, so the inhumane stench from outside did not reach the inside of the car.
"It's annoying to your eyes, sit still."
Su Sa patted the little bun on the shoulder to stop him from looking back.
The little bun's eyes were narrowed, and there was a smile on his face.
It was so much fun to hang out with my aunt!
There is no need to go to the amusement park. Just the new things happening on the road have already made Qingliang dizzy.
Treasure!
Auntie is a treasure!
Little Baozi said firmly in his heart.
However, he did not sit on the vacant seat. Instead, he used his small hand to pull an old woman in the middle of the carriage and motioned for her to sit.
When the old woman got in the car, the big man was pretending to sleep.
The mother-in-law had no choice but to walk to the middle of the car and lean on the armrest.
She was also carrying a vegetable basket in her hand and looked tired.
"My child, please sit down, my mother-in-law won't sit down," the old woman said lovingly.
Little Baozi puffed up his little chest, indicating that he was a little man, not tired, and didn't need a seat. He wanted to give it to someone who needed it more.
The old woman thanked her and sat over.
"Girl, your children are really well tutored."
Su Sa was also very happy after hearing the compliment.
She rubbed the little bun's hair. It's good. He doesn't have the stinky problem of having eyes that are higher than the top of his head like children from rich families. He knows how to respect the old and love the young. He is indeed my favorite baby.
I took Qinglang to take the bus because he had never taken one before.
It is to let him experience real society and life.
So I had to find a seat for him before, which did seem a bit pretentious.
What’s exercise without some hardship?
The bus continued to move forward, and at each stop, passengers got on and off.
Xiaobaozi was so small that he couldn't reach the lifting ring on the roof of the car with his hands, so he could only hold the skirt of Su Sa's sweatshirt with his hands.
After standing for six or seven consecutive stops, Su Sa could tell that the little bun was a little tired: "How about we get off at the next stop? Take a taxi?"
She discussed with Little Baozi, who shook his head firmly.
Although I was a little tired, the feeling of being so close to my aunt was much more interesting than riding in those weird-looking cars at home.
Two more stops later, there was an empty seat on the bus. Su Sa walked over with Xiao Baozi. She sat down and let Qinglang sit on her lap.
The little bun sat on Su Sa's lap, looking left and right.
The buttocks were twisting and turning, and there was no moment of peace.
Su Sa ignored him, and after a while, the little bun fell asleep.
Normally at home, it would be sunny and I would take a nap at this time.
Looking at the child sleeping peacefully in her arms, Su Sa felt a rare tenderness in her heart.
Her marriage to the Jiang family was a temporary solution.
Her marriage to Jiang Si had no oaths of friendship, only chaos and chaos.
It's hard to tell whether this is right or wrong. Will you regret it in the future?
But meeting Qinglang at Jiang's house was Su Sa's greatest success.
The only thing she was sure she wouldn't regret.
She felt the pure, warm, unreserved love and attachment from Qinglang.
Su Sa liked this feeling very much.
Su Sa felt that such a baby, even if she didn't give birth to it by herself, or if she could raise it for a while, was an adventure in her life.
…
"We've arrived at No. 19 High School. Passengers arriving at the station, please get off the bus behind us."
As the radio announced, the bus stopped next to a middle school.
As soon as the car door opened, several students came up, both male and female.
There was also a man in his early forties, smooth and fair, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, carrying a black briefcase in his left hand, and a thermos cup in his right hand.
"Director of Moral Education, go and sit down." A male student said to the gentle man.
"Haha, I don't sit. Before I became the director of moral education, I also worked as a class teacher for many years. I am used to standing in class for seven or eight hours every day! You should sit down. It is the time when you are growing up and studying.
The task is heavy and you need to rest. Are you Lan Lan from Class 4? I have an impression of you. I know that you are a study committee member and you have also given moral lessons to your class."
The director of moral education stuffed the thermos cup into his briefcase. He grabbed the armrest with one hand and pointed to a girl with short ear-length hair, big eyes, and an apple face with the other hand.
The girl named Lan Lan was touched by the director of moral education. She seemed to be frightened and trembled.
She waved her hands hurriedly: "No...I...I don't need to..."
The director of moral education was very insistent. He put his hand on Lanlan's shoulder and pushed her down on her seat: "Listen to the teacher, your biggest task now is to study! That is to get into a good university! In this way, as teachers, we
You and your parents are all satisfied. For your achievements, no matter how hard we work, we are willing to pay too much! Especially you Lanlan, you are the study committee member of the class, and I am optimistic that you can be admitted to Shanghai University.
Do you want to work hard?"
As he spoke, he stroked Lanlan's hair.
Today's students are growing very fast. If they don't wear school uniforms, they won't be any different from young girls in society.
If the moral education director used this action to stroke the hair of other young girls, he would inevitably look a little out of place.
But because of his identity, it seems natural and will not make people think wrongly.
Lan Lan whispered "Huh", lowered her head and hugged her schoolbag and remained silent.
"What a great teacher! That's what being a teacher is like!"
"The No. 19 Middle School is a key point in the city. Children who can get admitted here will be able to go to prestigious universities in the future."
"Hey, that little brat of mine is not such a study material."
"That's because I haven't met such a good teacher as the moral education director!"
The other passengers were talking.
Several students from No. 19 Middle School puffed up their chests proudly.
The school badge shines brightly in the sun.
Only Lan Lan looked anxious and uneasy, her eyes a little erratic.
…
The next stop on the bus is Hucheng Health School, a vocational technical secondary school.
The door opened, and a young girl dressed fashionably came up.
This girl came out of the gate of the medical school and must be a student.
But she didn't wear a school uniform, but a hot and avant-garde outfit.
Wearing heavy makeup and blue eye shadow.
The upper body was wearing a tight-fitting red vest that exposed her belly button, revealing her fair belly and a navel ring on it.
The right arm is colorful and colorful, which is a very popular "flower arm" among girls nowadays.
Below is a miniskirt.
Wearing white sneakers.
In fact, the girl's appearance can only be considered ordinary, but because she is young and energetic, and dares to wear clothes and show off her clothes, she immediately attracted the attention of many people as soon as she got on the bus.
Especially the boys wanted to see it but didn't dare to see it. They felt itchy if they didn't want to see it, so they could only peek with their eyes.
The girl with flowery arms could feel the eyes of several boys, but she had no intention of responding at all.
They're just little brats, and my sister doesn't like them!
But many elderly passengers in the car, especially some aunts, looked at this girl with disdain.
"Is this still a student? I'm so embarrassed to be dressed up so coquettishly!"
"That's right, you're young, who did you learn to be so unruly? Oh, where is that skirt? Even the underwear covers more than it does! It's immoral!"
"Haha, aren't all health school students like this? Many of them go to nightclubs to accompany others before they graduate!"
"Yes, I've also heard that trash schools like health schools, pharmacy schools, and vocational colleges are in chaos!"
"Look, we are both students, but why is the gap so big? I must let my child get admitted to the No. 19 Middle School, and he must not come to a place like the Health School that hides evil and evil!"
The peeping boys also heard the discussions of these aunts, and immediately entered the "sage mode" one by one.
They felt that as students of their "key school", being interested in a girl from a technical secondary school was a kind of "degeneration", and everyone began to look at her intently.
Su Sa sat in front of the aunts at the back and heard their conversation clearly.
I couldn't help but curl my lips slightly, very disapproving.
Does someone who studies well mean he is a good person?
So what does it mean to poison your roommate?
What is matricide?
What about the scumbag who forced her to commit suicide because of her virginity complex?
And that music school.
He injured someone because he was "afraid of hitting people in the countryside, who are particularly difficult to deal with." So he simply took out a sharp knife from the car and stabbed him several times to silence him. What does that mean?
Judging from Su Sa's contact, it seems that there are more educated scum and they cause greater harm to society.
For every dog-slaughterer who is righteous, there are many scholars who are unfaithful!
As for seeing a girl dressed fashionably, and without any evidence to conclude that there is something wrong with her style, saying that she is for sale, it is even more disgusting to hear.
People are free to wear whatever they want!
What the hell do you care?
Have you eaten your rice?
Only prostitutes wonder who is selling them every day!
What's even more sad is that those who wantonly insult young girls are often elderly and hateful-looking old women.
These old women always try to prove their "truth, goodness and beauty" by belittling young girls and show that they are decent women.
Su Sa just laughed.
Serious?
Why bother women? Because you all have jealous souls!
Isn't the reason why old women dislike young girls who dress fashionably so much because they have sagging breasts, piles of fat, and no longer have the capital to show their flesh?
Women who talk about "immorality" are traitors among women, hypocritical and disgusting.
Of course Su Sa has the capital to dress like this, but she doesn't like to show off. That's her personal preference.
But Su Sa firmly defended other girls' rights to dress like this.
If you don't show off, do you call yourself a young person?
Without enthusiasm, what is youth?
But Su Sa just thought about it and had no intention of arguing with the aunts behind her.
Because there is no need to argue for everything, and it is not your duty to teach the mentally retarded how to behave.
But Su Sa glanced around and suddenly saw the moral education director standing behind the flower-armed girl.
There were many people on the bus at this time, and everyone was very close to each other.
The moral education director and the flower-armed girl were almost stuck together.
He still holds the bag with his left hand and holds the armrest with his right hand, which seems normal.
But Su Sa keenly discovered that this man's body was doing some indescribable things!
Like a loach squirming in the mud when the weather is dry.
The eyes on his face were slightly narrowed, and his expression looked like he was enjoying and intoxicated.