At eight o'clock in the evening, Wang Kunlun drove the Wrangler from Xi'an to Nanjing alone.
At the same time, a down-and-out figure with a canvas bag at Nanjing Railway Station also got off the train alone.
Not much different from this time, a Gulfstream private business jet flying from Australia at Shenyang Taoxian Airport landed, and a slightly obese figure got off the plane and hurriedly walked 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 stall, there was a layer of red chili oil floating in the soup, and he ate a little anxiously after two bites, and the vermicelli soup was spicy and hot, and it was as if he was going to catch fire after eating these two bites. wiped the saliva on his mouth, and asked the old lady who sold fans with a snort: "Auntie, how to get to Purple Villa?"
” For the sake of a bowl of duck blood vermicelli, Nanjing lady pointed out the way to Xiang Que in tongue-twisting Mandarin, and said two words: "Take a taxi" Xiang Que lowered his head and flipped through his pockets, he still had eight yuan left in his pocket after buying fans, and he felt that if he got into a taxi for this money, it might be easier to be cut.
"Is there a more economical and environmentally friendly way to get around?"
Xiang asked implicitly.
The old lady drooped her eyelids and looked at the more decadent Xiang Que, and said, "Young man, you just said that you don't have the money to take a taxi."
"A little bit of a little tight" Xiang Que felt that he was despised by an old lady, which was quite embarrassing.
"Do you see the platform in front of you?
Take the subway to Changzhou Road, go down to the No. 22 car, then take the No. 5 station down, then take the No. 6 bus to the end point, turn left for two kilometers, and you will arrive" Xiang Que blinked his sad little eyes and said, "It's such a toss."
"If you had been to the capital, young man, you wouldn't have said that," said the old lady, pouting.
"Thank you, auntie" After eating, the fan Xiang Que took out a crumpled box of cigarettes and lit one and entered the subway station, and it was already more than nine o'clock in the evening, and there were not many people on the subway.
At this time, it was already more than ten o'clock in the evening, and there were relatively few people at the site, except for Xiang Qian, there was also a young couple dressed in ordinary clothes, carrying a large bag and a small bag, with a one- or two-year-old child, who looked like they had come from other places to work.
The weather in Nanjing is as hot as a stove, although it has reached the evening, but the temperature is still about 30 degrees, standing outside for a while is already sweaty and sitting cross-legged on the ground against the billboard of the platform, but as soon as I sit down, my butt suddenly has a feeling of pancake, and the ground is too The heat directly bounced Xiang Que up.
The little guy in the woman's hand looked at Xiang Que's virtue of touching his buttocks, and suddenly giggled, as if he had seen some kind of fun.
Unexpectedly, the little daughter-in-law smiled at Xiang Que quite kindly, and then took out two newspapers from her package and handed them to him and said, "I see that you have also taken the train for a day, take a break here."
After thanking Xiang Que, he took the newspaper and sat down again, this time feeling a little more reliable.
After two buses, it was already half past ten in the evening, and after waiting for about ten minutes, the No. 6 bus slowly drove over, with the dim headlights and the windows closed, and there were only a few people sitting inside.
Xiang Que got up and patted his buttocks, threw the newspaper ball into the garbage bin and prepared to get into the car, when the young couple next to him also walked to him with their children and luggage.
"You're also from Six-Way?
Little brother," the man asked with a smile.
Xiang Que was just about to speak, and the child held by the little daughter-in-law suddenly cried, and the crying was quite hysterical and quite sad.
"Tell you to feed your child, you don't feed it, you see that my son is hungry, and he is like a calf," the young man complained to his daughter-in-law.
The little daughter-in-law glanced at him unhappily and said, "Don't you think it will be a loss for me to show my things to outsiders when I am breastfeeding?"
"Oh, hurry up, take advantage of the fact that there are few people and it's dark now, get in the car and sit in the back, hurry up and feed some," the guy said anxiously.
The "crunch" bus happened to stop at the stop, and the guy walked to the bus with a salute, but the bad boy in his daughter-in-law's arms cried even more, tossing desperately in her arms, turning over and rolling.
Xiang Que glanced at the child, and then squinted at the bus, the driver on the bus honked the horn to urge the three of them to get on the bus quickly, and the daughter-in-law insisted on holding the child to prevent him from moving and then walked to the bus.
"Hey, eldest sister" Xiang Que suddenly greeted her and said: "Your child may not look very comfortable, and the people in the car may be reluctant to make such a fuss after getting into the car, why don't you wait for the next shift after feeding him?"
The little daughter-in-law stepped on one foot of the car and suddenly stopped, stunned.
The young man in the car urged: "Get in the car, get in the car, just feed it, don't make trouble, and wait for the next shift for more than half an hour."
"Wow······" The child seems to be quite unhappy, struggling to live or die.
The little daughter-in-law retracted her feet and said, "If you are in a hurry, you will go first, I will feed the child, you don't feel sorry for the meat that fell from my body, I feel sorry, wait for the child to stop making trouble."
The guy didn't have a rut, and when he saw that his daughter-in-law was not up, he had to carry his things down again.
The bus "clicked" and drove away.
The child in the little daughter-in-law's arms seemed to press the button, and he stopped crying as soon as the bus left.
The young man looked at Xiang Que suspiciously and asked, "Little brother, why didn't you get in the car?"
My daughter-in-law is going to breastfeed in a while, do you have any intentions?
” "Oh, I'll go" Xiang Que suddenly turned a little white-faced.
"Big brother, I didn't go up because of my foot cramps, okay?"
Xiang Que said in a collapsed voice.
"Don't talk to me, when you heard that my daughter-in-law was going to breastfeed the child, I saw that your eyes seemed to be straight, why have you ever thought about it?"
the young man glanced at him with bad intentions.
"Bang ······" A kilometer ahead of the road, there was a loud bang.
The couple and Xiang Que turned their heads at the same time, and the bus that had just left here didn't go far when it was hit by a muck truck.
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"Goo-du" The little couple swallowed their saliva and looked at the child in their arms at the same time, and their hearts palpitated.
The bus was hit and deformed, and the people in the bus must have been killed or injured.
In the past few days, Xiang Que has been a little sluggish, and his spirit is more fluttering, if it weren't for the child's crying being too penetrating, he wouldn't have noticed the No. 6 bus at all.
There was a dead air in the bus, especially under the dim street lamp, Xiang Que saw that the driver was unlucky, and the seal hall was black, which was a sign of difficulty.
Some people say that Xiang Que can save the lives of the people in the car, why didn't he open his mouth to stop it?