Bang Duanmo took a few pictures in front of several representative buildings such as the station building and ticket office. Lu Wuchuan took out his mobile phone, chose a location he was satisfied with and waved: "Come here."
"Eh? Brother Lu, I thought you didn't like taking pictures." Duan Mo wanted to pick up his phone, but he pulled him over.
"Take a photo together, and you can tell your grandson that the first time you went on a mission abroad was with this person."
Duan Mo quickly showed a smile that he thought fit him well. After he took a few pictures and took back his phone, he said, "The first case I participated in was also with Brother Lu."
Lu Wuchuan didn't know what he was thinking. He was stunned for two seconds, then chose a photo and sent it to her: "I sent it to you, keep it."
It was almost time, and the two of them entered the station again. After finding a place to sit down, Duan Mo began to look at the photos he had just taken one by one, muttering: "Brother Lu, you still need to practice your photography skills."
"The angle and composition are very good, almost perfect." Lu Wuchuan said and nodded with satisfaction.
"Well, this one looks so fat." Duanmo swiped the screen with his finger, "There is also this one, the photo was black. This one is overall okay, just..."
"Let me take a look." Lu Wuchuan snatched the phone away and said after a while, "I think it's very good. Isn't there a misunderstanding in your understanding?"
"What do you mean? You mean I'm short, fat and black?" Duan Mo glared at me.
"You said that yourself." Lu Wuchuan shrugged, with an expression that said it was none of my business.
Duan Mo snatched the phone back, took a deep breath, and retorted: "Now I understand why they say that the only thing more terrifying than cancer for straight men is straight men taking pictures. Uncle, you can't protect your photographer friend."
Learn from others? Be careful and your girlfriend will be taken away by you in the future."
Instead of being angry, Lu Wuchuan asked with a smile: "If we break up just because we took a photo, little girl, do you think this is true love?"
"It's not about the photo, it's about your attitude."
"What's wrong with my attitude? You're the one criticizing yourself all the time, and I didn't say anything."
"You...you..." He didn't seem to say anything, he just dug a hole and waited for her to jump into it.
Lu Wuchuan suddenly sighed: "If you are really dissatisfied, we can go back and shoot again."
It’s too late to take a picture of you, you big-headed guy. There are still more than ten minutes before the ticket check-in. It’s too late to pass by Lin Chun when I come back. Even if I have time, I can’t have the leisure time with a suspect.
Duanmo turned away and decided not to pay attention to him.
At this moment, the aunt sitting on the other side of her with a strong Northeastern accent said: "My dear, you are so interesting. How big of a deal is this? Is it worth fighting?"
"No."
"Nothing, I heard it all. Your partner has such a good temper. If I said that to our family, he would have become anxious."
"Aunt, we are not..."
Just as Duan Mo was about to explain, he was interrupted by the aunt: "It's not nothing. Listen to the aunt's advice. If you have something to say, say it carefully. Don't get angry easily and affect your relationship."
"What Auntie said is, let's be careful in the future." Lu Wuchuan suddenly took over the words and pulled Duanmo's arm, "Let's go, it's time to check in." He turned back and said goodbye to Auntie.
The aunt waved her hand: "Go quickly and be nice."
Duanmo smiled coquettishly and followed Lu Wuchuan. After passing the ticket gate, she said with a dark face: "Why don't you explain it to her clearly?"
Last time I accompanied him to the hospital, the doctor mistakenly thought they were a couple, and this time it was the same again.
"What do you mean? That we are not lovers, but policemen who are out to handle the case?" Lu Wuchuan's voice was very low, "Besides, the train will leave when the explanation is clear."
Duan Mo twitched the corner of his mouth, it was so complicated, just say they are not a couple.
The condition of the old-fashioned green leather car is naturally not as good as that of the high-speed train. There is no air conditioning in the carriage, only heating from the boiler, so the effect will naturally be worse. Moreover, this kind of car almost stops at a stop. Before the heat can come up, the car stops.
A burst of air-conditioning will flow into the car along with the crowds above and below.
This kind of bus that can stop at small stations has very few trips every day, and many of the rides are for short distances. Even if you can't buy a seat, you can still get on the bus. After a few stops, there are more and more people in the bus, and it is getting more and more noisy.
The seats were full, some people were standing in the aisle, and some just found a place to sit on the floor.
It was the first time for Duanmo to ride this kind of train, and only then did he realize that except during the Spring Festival travel period, trains are also so crowded.
She sat in the middle of the three-person seat. There was a girl about her age. Her hair was dyed burgundy and she was chewing gum. Her eyes kept glancing at Lu Wuchuan. After several attempts to strike up a conversation to no avail, she simply put on her headphones and closed her eyes.
Eyes sleep.
There was a woman sitting in the middle opposite, holding a two or three-year-old boy in her arms. He had fallen asleep since he got on the bus. After two stops, he might have been disturbed, and he kept crying in his mother's arms.
The child's father didn't have a seat, so he stood in the aisle next to him. At this time, he said something, which should be in fresh language. Although I couldn't understand it, from his impatient look and tone, I could guess that he was scolding the child's mother.
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Sure enough, the child's mother pursed her lips and explained in a low voice. The arm holding the child kept shaking, and the other hand gently patted the child's back, trying to calm the little boy down.
But what she did did not have any effect. The child cried even harder, his voice was indescribably weird, and his body twisted hard, as if he was trying to break free from his mother's arms.
The woman had no choice but to follow the child's strength and hold him and sit on her lap. Her legs bounced up and down rhythmically, and she muttered, a bit like singing.
When the little boy turned around, he finally discovered that there was a big gap in the child's upper lip next to the philtrum, which went straight to the root of the nose. It turned out that this was a child with a cleft lip, also known as a harelip. No wonder he just had a cleft lip.
His cries always contained a hissing and puffing sound.
I don't know if it was this posture or the nursery rhymes sung by the mother in a low voice, but the child finally stopped crying. However, his two short legs were not honest, and they were kicking randomly.
Duanmo, who was kicked, pulled his legs back and leaned against the chair, and his body sat up straighter.
The woman glanced at her and neither apologized nor took care of the child. Instead, she said something to the man. With a dark face, the man took out a plastic bag from the old travel bag under the seat and broke it into half.
Give her a piece of bread.
The bread was torn into small strips and fed into the child's mouth. Because of the cleft lip, the little boy had difficulty eating, which made him even more irritable and kicked his legs even harder.
Duanmo's knees were tortured again. She patted the small footprints on her knees with her hands and moved her legs to the side.