Chapter 32: Blood on a kitchen knife
Jiang Lin went home very late today, and on the way home, she turned around and took a car to the pharmacy, which was quite far from here, and there were several long roads.
She also thought, how can she go so far from home?
She "" in her heart irritably.
She tried not to annoy herself, but she was still annoyed, and she had no choice, so she had to take out the headphones from her pocket and stuff them in her ears.
All of a sudden, the world was a lot clearer.
At this moment, the bus had not yet reached the stop sign, and suddenly stopped.
The bus driver's brother got up from his seat, came to the car body, and asked with a non-angry and threatening face, "Who smoked?"
None of the people sitting in front of him spoke, and at this moment, a shirtless man looked impatient and said, "Who smokes? How can he smoke? Who dares to smoke? You tell me, I will definitely not spare him." ”
The driver's brother said coldly: "The smell of this smoke is so strong, you can't smell it?"
"No, who's smoking, stand up!"
Jiang Lin, who was sitting in the back, obviously saw that when the man thief shouted to catch the thief, a yellow thing came out of the palm of his hand, it was not a cigarette butt, what was it?
For this kind of self-confessing behavior, Jiang Lin is the first time to see it.
Brain-dead, right?
"Let me smell the smoke next time, try it!" The driver's brother obviously didn't want to delay the time of a carload of people, so he gave a few warnings and got into the driver's seat.
Buses are back in action.
Jiang Lin heard the man muttering a few more words, only vaguely hearing the words "looking for someone" and "coming here".
Jiang Lin thought speechlessly, if anyone is the person who is being found, that person may have fallen for eight lifetimes.
At the third stop, the shirtless man wanted to get off the train, but because of the grinding, many people looked at him with disgust.
The driver's brother: "Hurry up and get out of the car." ”
The man finally got out of the car.
On the way home from buying medicine, Jiang Lin happened to bump into Gu Jiang.
Gu Jiang looked at the medicine she was carrying in her hand and was stunned for a moment: "You...... Sick?"
Jiang Lin glanced at him and explained, "It's not me, it's my mother." ”
"Oh. Gu Jiang didn't know what to say for a while.
"Recently, I haven't seen you post?" Jiang Lin finally broke the silence.
Gu Jiang: "I don't have any inspiration, I usually paint when I'm inspired, and I can't paint hard anymore." ”
"Yes. Jiang Lin said: "It's good, I'm a remnant of the party, and I have nothing to do with painting." ”
Hearing this, Gu Jiang couldn't help but smile: "Is it so miserable?"
Jiang Lin glanced at him, "It's not an exaggeration, those two little boys in my family are much better looking than me." ”
Seeing that Gu Jiang just kept laughing, Jiang Lin said again: "I painted my WeChat avatar smiley face, and it took me three hours to draw it." ”
Gu Jiang thought back to that smiling face, it looked quite funny, and he couldn't help but ask, "Why is the smiling face upside down?"
Jiang Lin looked at the sky, was silent for a moment, and replied: "It used to be positive, but later every time I looked at that avatar, I felt that it was laughing at me, so I turned it upside down." ”
"Hahahahaha. Gu Jiang burst out laughing all of a sudden, which was very different from his previous image.
Jiang Lin also seemed to be affected by Gu Jiang, and couldn't help laughing.
Laughing and laughing, the tears of both of them were about to burst out.
After laughing for a long time, Gu Jiang suddenly felt a little pain in his stomach, and his hand subconsciously held Jiang Lin's shoulder.
"Alright, alright. If he continued to laugh like this, Jiang Lin was afraid that they would become the first person in history to laugh to death.