My grandmother and aunts lived in a village on the outskirts of the city, not far from the city, but not close to it. It takes more than an hour to travel by bus.

Although they sold all their properties and moved to the city many years ago, the price level in the city was only enough for the three of them to build a 50-square-meter main house and a 20-square-meter south house on the outskirts of the city. It's more than a little bit stronger than the pot of bristles he left for his father before he left.

Although the living environment is a little worse than before, the dream of pursuing city life is the infinite yearning of most people in the village. Indeed, such a property can be replaced with a building of more than 100 square meters according to the current demolition level, and this is not counting the large courtyard of more than 30 square meters.

In this way, the second aunt's family of three lives in the main house, and the grandmother, the aunt's family of two and the uncle's daughter live in the south room.

I rarely heard the elders mention the past of my father's relatives, and apart from the things I mentioned earlier, my grandfather wrote to scold my mother when he was alive and formed a group to bully my mother, and other things didn't have any superfluous impressions in my mind.

I just know that the uncle has a daughter under his knees, Liu Xiaoyu, the oldest among the juniors, and at the request of my grandmother, we call her the eldest sister. The uncle's wife was driven away by her grandmother and two aunts when she divided the family property, and she belonged to "leaving the house", so the eldest sister grew up with her grandmother and aunts.

My father was the second-oldest. So they call Xiaowei the second sister.

My aunt is the third in line, divorced for some reason, and lives with her only daughter, Zang Xiaoxian, my third sister and grandmother.

The second aunt and second brother-in-law gave birth to a little girl, Xia Ming, who is the youngest sister in our family.

My father took me off the train and walked to a nearby bus stop, where I boarded a particularly crowded bus and started a new journey.

There were a lot of people taking buses at the train station, and at that time, there were no advanced urban transportation tools such as the subway, and there were not too many private cars, so the bus had of course become an inevitable choice for outsiders.

Why not take a taxi?

There are only a few identical answers to questions related to funds - no money, reluctance!

On the platform, you can hear the bus horn playing a specific sound before entering the platform: Hello passengers! No. 24 bus unmanned ticketing car, bound for 8438 factory, welcome to take! Get on the bus at the front door, get off at the back door, the fare is one yuan, there is no change, take the initiative to put coins, please show the monthly pass......

Yes, our destination is the terminal of this bus.

When I got on the bus, it was completely in a state of "crowded", and there was even a situation where I couldn't get on the bus. It is no exaggeration to say that the distance between people is less than two inches. According to the relevant regulations of "getting on the bus at the front door and getting off at the back door", if the people in front or in the middle want to get off the bus, they must "trek through mountains and rivers" and "cross mountains and mountains", break through the blockade of the "human wall" through the shouting and scolding of other passengers, and get off at the back door.

Also, you have to go to the back door at the previous stop of your destination, otherwise you will risk overstopping.

Not to mention, there are indeed people who have sat on the station.

As the bus was walking, I suddenly heard someone shouting at the back door: "Master driver, master driver, please stop the bus, I've taken the stop!"

Because there were many people in the car, the sound was particularly noisy, and the driver's seat was at least ten meters away from the back door, and there were dozens of people standing in the middle of the car, so the driver couldn't hear what the passenger was yelling at at all.

At this time, it depends on the personal qualities of the passengers.

If the passenger with good quality yells a few times and has not attracted the driver's attention, then he will consider himself unlucky, and wait until the next stop to get off the train; if the quality is average and more persistent, until the driver hears it, he responds loudly: "Sorry, master, the company stipulates that you can't stop until you arrive at the station, you wait for the next station to get off!" With such an explanation, the passenger swallowed his anger and did not intervene again.

There is also a bad temper, and the quality of the passengers is not high, while yelling at the driver, but also slamming the back door with his fist: "Driver, driver, clean parking, Lao Tzu has sat down!

If the driver hears it, he will explain it in the same way.

But the man still didn't give up: "No, I've sat down, I still have to go back!"

In such a situation, the driver generally ignores him and still follows the relevant regulations: get off at the next stop.

What's more, they will wait to get out of the car and then come up from the front door to reason with the driver!

Here I want to complain to the bus drivers: I obviously sat at the station myself, and I still relied on the driver to stop halfway! I want to ask where your conscience went? Even if you are eaten by a dog, the dog will still wag its tail happily! What a shame for the countrymen!

Of course, I have seen many people who smashed the glass on the bus door, got into a theoretical fight with the driver, and even snatched the driver's steering wheel in recent years and killed the whole car...... This is not uncommon!

Is it so "refreshing" to pass one's responsibility on others? Isn't it afraid of retribution and heavenly punishment?

In recent years, due to the frequent occurrence of such incidents that endanger public safety, the bus driver's seat is equipped with a protective cabin to avoid causing greater incidents that endanger public safety.

Sometimes I'm really worried about the way some people behave in a way that is "brainless" and unreverent, and the damage they do to other people! To put it bluntly, it's okay if you want to die, don't piggyback on other people!

My father and I stood in the middle of the bus, because my father had "a lot of experience" in taking the bus, and he told me before getting on the bus: "Dunzi, there are many people on the bus, let's try to go to the back when we get on the bus, so that it is easier to get off." If we really can't squeeze in front, we will move back every stop until we reach the rear. ”

So, I followed my father closely, and after a few stops in the middle, I moved to where I am now.

Just when I was "wandering around", I suddenly heard my father's thunderous voice shouting, which shocked everyone on the bus, and made people shudder:

"What are you doing, why are your hands so dishonest!"

The suddenness of this voice completely stunned everyone in the car, and the car was silent for a moment, and all eyes were focused on the father, the man who made such a loud noise.

The silence lasted for half a minute, and everyone in the car, whether they knew or didn't, began to talk quietly:

"What's wrong?"

"I don't know!"

"This sudden roar made my heart tremble!"

"That person said that he was not dishonest, did he meet a thief?"

"It's possible!"

"It's really powerful to dare to yell at thieves like this in this era, it's not easy!"

"That's right, I've heard that thieves usually come out in groups of three or five to commit crimes. ”

"Why?"

"You don't understand this, even if you are discovered, there are many thieves, and the stolen ones don't dare to squeak, at most just return the wallet in hand. ”

"Mmmmmm

"Let's take care of our wallets!

"Yes, yes, the main thing is that I don't know who the thief is now, otherwise we can have a precaution or something. ”

"You see that person with horizontal eyebrows and eyebrows just finished scolding, the thief must be around that person, let's pay attention, maybe, that person can find out the thieves!"

"Makes sense, it makes sense, shh-"

It all happened in the midst of lightning and fire!

Because I have been living in the shadow of my father, whenever I hear my father's roar, my heart is always beating faster, my heart is flustered, the hairs on my whole body are blown up, and my scalp is still a little numb.

My brain was blank for a moment, and I completely lost the ability to think, although I knew that my father's goal was not me, I knew that my father meant something else, and I knew that my father intended to overwhelm others in momentum first, but this kind of heartfelt fear and tremor was formed under my father's long-term unset, and I couldn't react at all for a while, where could I still have the heart to listen to other people's discussions?

My body involuntarily retreated, in fact, there is no place to retreat on the bus, just a psychological comfort!

Then, I saw my father's sharp eyes confronting another young man with his hair combed parted, without showing weakness!

"What do you see, what do you see?" The father stared at the young man very unceremoniously, still maintaining a particularly loud voice: "If you are so young and don't study well! People have '360 lines, and you have to be the champion!' You have to come out to do this kind of industry of 'thousands of people scolding and ten thousand people spitting', do you understand that this is embarrassing your parents and embarrassing your ancestors?"

"That's how your parents educated you? Gave birth to you and raised you so big, let you come out to be a thief? Be a thief? Aren't you afraid that your behavior will disgrace your parents?"

The more my father spoke, the louder he became, and the more he spoke, the more excited he became: "Let me ask you! Do you dare to tell your parents what you do when you go home? How do you make money outside?"

Not to mention, my father's "cannon" and "machine gun" scolding really didn't bring out an uncivilized word, and the young man was speechless, and he didn't dare to face his father's eyes with his head down!

It seems that at some point, sharp words and a "ferocious" attitude are also an extremely effective means.

"I, I ......" This partial young man seemed to be pointed at the pain in his heart by his father's reproach, poked the weakness in his chest, and stammered several words "I" in a row, his mouth trembled a little, and his mouth seemed to mumble something, but he never made any sound, his eyes were dull, and he seemed to be thinking about something.

Another young man with dyed yellow hair next to him saw this old man with "half white hair" yelling at his brother so "fiercely", he felt a little unbearable, and immediately stood in front of the young man, arrogantly pointed at his nose and yelled:

"Old thing, you don't care about grandpa's business!"