"Sir, do you want to take a taxi?"

"Sir, do you want to take a taxi? Carpooling is also OK, carpooling is cheaper. ”――

Outside Yanjing International Airport, groups of taxi drivers saw the passengers who had just gotten off the plane, and they saw flowers with bees, and shells swarmed up like dung balls, constantly asking if they wanted to take the car.

Some people who don't have relatives and friends to pick them up, so they choose to take a taxi, and those who have a car or friends and relatives to pick them up, they are very impatient to shake off the taxi driver and hold their hands, and then stride away without looking back.

In order to pay the expensive money every day, these drivers also have to use this method to solicit passengers, as long as they come out of the airport, they have to go up and enthusiastically introduce how comfortable their cars are, air conditioning, and not meters, and we can open the road at a good price.

But a young man standing in front of the luxurious airport hall was unnoticed. Even after he beckoned his hand for a long time, no taxi was willing to come and take him.

"Could it be that my looks scare them?" Yan Murong looked at those who were far away from him, whether they were in or out, and muttered in confusion.

With the polished tempered glass at the door, Yan Murong took a photo.

No problem, Yan Murong looked at herself.

A black and supple hair, which has never been polluted by chemicals, slightly covers half of his eyebrows, his cheeks are delicate, his eyes are bright and bright, and he looks like a standard handsome guy, but his skin is a little dark, but it is also a very healthy wheat color.

At least, he won't be mistaken for a little white face.

Of course, if someone thinks of him as a little white face, they won't go around him.

The upper body is a small vest made of dark blue really good fabric, which is wide and loose, and it is comfortable and breathable to wear in this hot summer. The lower body is also wearing a pair of dark blue real good trousers, due to the heat, he has rolled up the trouser leg to the knee and wears it as beach pants.

On his shoulders, which were not very broad, he carried a large army-green canvas bag, which had been washed and yellowed a little, and had lost its original color, and it looked like it should have been many years old.

This outfit is matched with Yan Murong's delicate, sunny and healthy appearance, which really looks a little out of place, and this dress is very similar to the peasants entering the city in the tenth century of the last century.

What's worse is that the big canvas bag he carried emitted a very choking smell.

Therefore, this canvas bag is the culprit of Yan Murong standing at the airport gate for half an hour and not getting into the car.

Pulling the corners of his mouth, Yan Murong showed a bitter smile, thinking that from the age of eighteen to now, it has been almost eight years, traveling all over the country, and there are countless doctors, and now he finally returned home, but he couldn't even get in a taxi.

There are doctors all over the world, and there is no one who knows each other, which is the portrayal of Yan Murong at this time.

What to do? Walking back? Well, just walk back.

Over the years, he has always walked on two legs, and most of the places he went to were ravines where poor rabbits did not have nests, so he could only take a train to the local provincial capital, and then take a long-distance bus to the county seat, and then take a motorcycle to the edge of the mountain village in the county seat, and in the end, he could only go to the mountains on two legs. Normally, he would have to walk for four or five hours before he could enter the village.

Yan Murong thought, even if the devil wanted to enter these villages in the deep mountains, he was afraid that he would be dizzy by the winding mountain road.

He didn't want to go, and the airport also had an airport express rail, so he could also choose to take the airport express rail and then transfer to the subway, but now he didn't even have a penny on his body except for the canvas bag full of medicinal herbs, and even if he took a taxi, he was ready to be cheeky and go home to get the money when he got to the place.

Yan Murong began to complain about the old man in his heart, and he usually picked on it, so he finally wanted to go down the mountain, saying that he wanted to enjoy the feeling of taking a plane, and bought himself a first-class ticket, which made Yan Murong happy for a long time, but the old man told him before leaving. The money is all for you to buy a plane ticket, and there is only a hundred yuan left, which you can use as travel expenses.

One hundred is one hundred, Yan Murong is not picky, he has long been used to the old man's slamming of the door, but when he wanted to buy a bottle of mineral water at the airport, he was told that the hundred yuan was fake money.

Although he has been away from Yanjing for so many years, and he has not come back much in the past eight years, Lu Yan Murong still knows him, and it will take four or five hours to walk from the sixth ring to the second ring.

Carrying a rucksack on his shoulder, he started the long journey home along the side of the road under the scorching sun.

Sometimes, Yan Murong looked at the old man's white goatee, especially when he was sleeping, he wanted to take the burning stick used to stab the stove fire and burn it red, and then burn all the old man's beard.

This old man is really too stingy, he usually has to cook for him by himself, not to mention, and he has not received a penny of wages, since the age of eighteen when he was able to practice medicine independently, there are some rich people such as rich people such as nouveau riche or coal bosses, but he has never received a penny.

Yan Murong asked the old man, why don't I have any money?

The old man's eyes widened and he told him. What do you want money for in our ravines? I've donated to poorer mountain villages, so I can count it as accumulating some virtue for you.

Yan Murong was speechless, and knew that he would let the old man do this.

While thinking and walking, the hot sun didn't seem to have any effect on Yan Murong at all, and after walking for more than an hour, the pace was still steady, and not a drop of sweat appeared on his forehead.

was lowering his head and thinking about things, when suddenly there was a roar of the engine and a horn behind him, Yan Murong didn't care, he walked on the sidewalk, and he didn't look back because he didn't get in the way of the car.

But the car behind him seemed to be unforgiving, and pressed the horn to come over, and Yan Murong found that there was a fiery red Porsche sports car beside him, and the window had been opened, and an extremely charming woman sitting in the driver's seat inside was constantly waving to Yan Murong.

Yan Murong stared at the woman's sunglasses and thought for a long time, but couldn't think of who she was, so she simply continued to keep her head down and continue to move forward.

The horn of "Didi" sounded beside Yan Murong again. Yan Murong left, and the car also left.

"Hey." The woman accelerated slightly, parked the car on the side of the road, opened the car door, and looked at Yan Murong and called. "This ...... Little brother, can you tell me how to get to Xicheng District? ”

Yan Murong suddenly felt that his feelings were to ask for directions, and since people asked, he always had to answer out of politeness.

"You should ......"

"Forget it." Before Yan Murong could finish speaking, the woman interrupted Yan Murong's words. "Get in the car, I'll send you, you just show me the way."

Yan Murong was stunned - do you know where I'm going, you're going to send me?

ps: Long night new book, kneel and beg for flowers!