I was very lucky that when I returned to Harbin, I couldn’t buy a train ticket, so my dad had to buy me a ticket for the legendary passenger car, which is still the dominant one among passenger cars, the sleeper bus, or “sleeper bus” for short.
Speaking of this "bed guest", I have to mention that it is really domineering. Although it is quite expensive, it is really cool to be able to lie down all the way back to Harbin. The upper and lower floors are like cages. They are about forty
The man was lying like a corpse.
Although I am already in my late twenties, my dad still seems to treat me like a child. When he got me in the car, he had to help me carry my bag. No matter how hard I tried to fight him, I couldn’t get it off. My dad is almost fifty this year.
, already have gray hair. Poor parents in the world. When I was a kid, I heard this sentence said on TV and in books all day long, but I didn’t understand it. But in the past few years when I was wandering outside, I understood it.
Thanks to my father's hard work, my mother has been gone for so many years, and he is always alone.
I suddenly felt that I was still very naive and didn't know how my body was affected by my parents. I always thought about death. Now I understand, I can't die. I haven't honored my father and my grandmother. How could I be like this?
Die young?
His uncle’s is just Bai Wuchang. Just imagine where it grows besides its long tongue. If it doesn’t work, I will prepare a four-wheeler in two years. If it comes, Lao Yi and I will copy it.
Pick up a brick and hit it in the head for ten dollars. If you don't believe it, it won't run away, and maybe you can make a small fortune.
I was lying on the upper bunk of the bus and started thinking wildly. Although I don’t know if this folk trick will work, it’s not illegal to think about it. Especially when I have no clue now, I am just doing this to give myself a warning.
Psychological comfort.
There is no way, life is like this, no one comforts you, you only have to comfort yourself, and entertaining yourself is a more elegant state, of course, it is also a more sad state.
At this time, the man lying on the lower bunk below me said to the conductor on the bus: "Sister, it's too uncomfortable for me to lie like this. Can you take off your shoes?"
The conductor nodded when he saw that he seemed really uncomfortable. Within five minutes, I seemed to smell the smell of rotten eggs. This made me sick. What kind of smell was this? Just when I was looking around for the source of the pollution.
, I just heard the conductor say anxiously: "You'd better put it on, hurry up."
Damn it, why am I so unlucky? Even if I sit in a sleeper car, I will encounter sweaty feet on the lower berth. There is no other way, so I hurriedly opened the window a little to get some air.
Looking at the scenery outside the window, my mood suddenly improved. I think I am actually quite unambitious. Big cities don't seem to suit me. I prefer small places to such prosperous places. I don't seek glory and wealth.
I just wanted to have three meals a day. But I didn’t expect that it would be so difficult to realize this dream. I couldn’t help but praise the so-called fate, his uncle’s.
There is really no home anywhere. Maybe it’s because I’ve been staying at home for so long these days. I suddenly feel like I don’t want to go back to work, but I can’t. You must know that there is an old magician and an escaped female ghost waiting in Harbin.
And me.
After calming down, I fell asleep again. As expected, it was another nightmare. I found that I was related to nightmares. I had all kinds of strange nightmares. It was good at the beginning. I was either marrying a wife or becoming a boss.
, but in the end, the wife I married was a zombie, and when I became the boss, I discovered that all the employees were ghosts.*.
When I opened my eyes again, I realized that we were almost in Harbin. I yawned and mourned for my poor sleep. I hadn't slept soundly in so many years.
When I was a child, I watched those demon-killing priests and exorcists in movies. I thought they were all very crazy. They were people who stood in the way of killing people and Buddhas. I’m afraid others didn’t know that they were capable. But now I understand that it’s just that.
Movies and the stories in the movies are all bragging, just like online game novels.
Life is also a movie, because life is sometimes very dramatic.
Life is not a movie, although life can also be bragging.
Unknowingly, I thought of "The Book of Three Purities" again. You know, although I am very familiar with this book, there is still a long way to go before I can fully grasp it. I feel more and more that my third son is getting more and more confused.
It didn’t work, because for some reason, the dirty things I encountered became more violent than the last, as if they were injected with chicken blood. It seems that next month, I will have a good chat with Uncle Jiu and ask about it.
Old man, is there a stronger spell? Otherwise, I would be too cowardly.
After thinking about it, the car drove to Harbin. After getting off the car, I stretched my waist and smelled the unique car exhaust in this city. Harbin is different from the small place where I live. The tall beauties walking by me in twos and threes have already arrived.
I couldn't bear the arrival of spring, so I put on my stockings and short skirt early. My eyes drifted away, and I smiled without saying a word. I thought to myself, Damn Harbin, man, I'm back again.
I took a taxi back to where I lived. Bao Jinlong and his wife had already come back. After we went out for a drink in the evening, I called Uncle Wen and asked him when he could go to work. He told me tomorrow
can.
When I went to work the next day, I found that this old man seemed to have gained a little weight after the Chinese New Year. Although he was still skinny and bones, I didn’t know what he had eaten back in Jilin, but he looked swollen.
The old guy was still having fun playing Landlords, and seemed to be in a good mood. He happily asked me to buy breakfast for him, and he didn't have the change I asked for.
The work at Fuzetang is impetuous, especially after the New Year. Most of those fat sheep are now drunk and injured, and few people visit this kind of place.
It was an uneventful day, so I called Lao Yi in the evening and asked him to come out and hang out. The old boy happily agreed. After get off work, I went to Uncle Yuan's noodle shop first.
After opening the door, Uncle Yuan and Aunt Yuan were still sitting at a table watching TV.
Uncle Yuan still looked the same, as if he only had a smile on his face, which made people feel that this old man was particularly amiable. I entered the room with a smile and said to them: "Uncle Yuan and Aunt Yuan, have a good New Year."
When Uncle Yuan saw me coming, he also smiled and said, "Have a good New Year, Xiao Cui, when will you be back?"
I sat in my old seat, smiled and said to him: "I came back yesterday, are you hungry for your old noodles?"
Uncle Yuan said to me with a smile: "You are still so sweet and easy to talk to. Are you anxious? Don't be anxious. I will make some noodles for you after you finish watching this show."
I said to him: "Don't worry, don't worry. My friend and I want to have a drink here today, but he hasn't come yet. What kind of show do you guys watch with such interest?"
Uncle Yuan turned his head when he heard that I was not in a hurry, and continued to watch TV and said to me: "The Huangchao tomb has been discovered, and the excavation site is being broadcast."
It turned out to be a live broadcast of a popular science program. I really didn’t expect Uncle Yuan to be interested in this kind of program. I looked at the so-called historians and staff on the TV who were carefully brushing the newly unearthed cultural relics with small brushes.
This engrossed expression reminds me of the expression of the 'little pornographic prince' in my dormitory when he was watching pornographic films.
Even though the wind and thunder are raging around me, I am not protected from the rain. I am so focused and professional.
I don’t know what’s so interesting about this kind of program. To put it nicely, it’s called excavation and protection of historical relics, but to put it worst, isn’t it just digging up people’s ancestral graves?
This is really a shameful thing, but when I thought about it later, it was actually a helpless move, because even if the court didn't do it, there would naturally be tomb robbers. Especially in the past few years, "Ghost Blowing the Lamp" has been so popular, and those young and energetic crops
The Han people all considered themselves to be gold-touching captains, and they spent all day not cultivating the land, but devoted themselves to digging graves. Although the chance of them being fooled was very small, the chance of a raindrop falling from the sky could hit someone on the head.
If they really find any big tomb, they will definitely loot it. After the things are sold and then flow abroad, wouldn’t it be a disgrace to our own family?
Compared to them, these experts were quite neat and tidy. They hid all the dug things in museums for future generations to see. This should be considered a sinful thing.
When I mention Ji Yin De, I can't help but complain. Damn it, did I kill a big cow in my previous life? My life in this life is so miserable.
We are talking about Huang Chao here. He is a remarkable figure. You must know that Huang Chao was the leader of the peasant uprising in the late Tang Dynasty. Because he was more moral and vigorous, he eventually replaced Wang Xianzhi and became the general leader of this uprising. He
The great uprising he led destroyed the Li and Tang dynasties at that time. It is said that he served as emperor for a short period of time in the end and was considered the number one hero.
The more famous one is that very crazy rebellious poem. As for what that poem is, I won’t go into details here. I think everyone knows it. There is also a famous Japanese movie named after this poem, which is "Manchurian".
"The City Ends with Golden Armor".
Unexpectedly, thousands of years after the death of such a crazy person, his tomb was still dug up. What does this mean? This means that those who rebel will not end well.
This is indeed the case in reality. Damn it, I shook my head, forget it, we are just ordinary people, so we should not think about such profound issues.
Not long after, Lao Yi arrived. After he entered the door, he happily said to me: "Have a good New Year, Xiao Cui, how are you staying at home?"
I saw that he was still the same idiot after a year, so I said to him: "He is still the same virtuous person. By the way, I heard about something and I will tell you about it later."
Uncle Yuan saw that Lao Yi had arrived and the live broadcast was over, so he stood up and asked us what we were eating. Since the Chinese New Year had just passed, we had eaten a lot of meat and fish at home, and now our stomachs were full of oil and water, so we didn't order anything.
The dishes were too oily, so I simply ordered two, and then ordered a few plates of small dishes. Aunt Yuan already knew that we like to drink, so she brought four bottles of Harbin beer without me saying anything. I stood up and took them.
, said thank you to her, then sat down and drank with Lao Yi.
Lao Yi seemed to have noticed something strange about my little nails. He was surprised and said: "Oh, Xiao Fei, how did you do this? Is this the onychomycosis on TV?"
I took a sip and said to him: "That's bullshit onychomycosis, what's the look in your eyes? Are your onychomycosis so dark?"
So I told Lao Yi exactly what I learned from Mrs. Huang Santai at home during the Chinese New Year. As expected, Lao Yi felt a little silly while chewing peanuts. I don’t blame him, after all, this story is really true.
It's so exciting.
Especially when I talked about the scene where all the home immortals and wild immortals in the entire Northeast gathered at Tiesha Mountain in Liaoning for a meeting, and the three immortals spoke from there, he could hardly close his mouth.
After listening to what I said, Lao Yi said to me in disbelief: "This is so exciting, a gathering of immortals, how spectacular it would be? Hey, what do you mean, that guy who stole the 'Hundred People's Resentment'?
Is it the same person who stole the 'Tai Sui Skin'?"
At this time, Uncle Yuan happened to come over with a plate of vegetables. He seemed stunned for a moment, then put the plate of fresh vegetables on the table and asked us: "Xiao Yi, what kind of skin did you just say?"
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