The bus began to slow down when it passed through the market street, and the fat female conductor on the bus from time to time stuck her head out of the window and shouted to the people standing on the side of the street: "Do you need to take the bus, do you need to take the bus?" The train to Hefei is cheaper than the station. ”

Although the voice has a female voice, it is like a Hong Zhong, a bit like the ancient heroes who used the dantian breath to transmit the sound for thousands of miles.

But it didn't seem that the situation was optimistic, and the conductor glanced at the mostly empty seats in the carriage and couldn't help but sigh, but she didn't give up, and still shouted when she saw someone.

Finally, her efforts paid off, and at a three-way intersection, a man dressed as an honest farmer in his fifties stopped the car.

"By car, get there?"

"In the car, I can't tell the specific location, I can't read, but I see that there is a car to pick us up, you just put it down, the baby is sick, his father borrowed a car and is rushing to me, I hurried to him and then drove to the big hospital together."

After saying that, he glanced anxiously at the child in his arms, the child was about a year or two old, with his eyes closed, wrapped tightly in a blanket, and only his nose and eyes were exposed.

"Okay, you can find your own seat and sit down."

The old man holding the child sat down on the right side of Zhang Yi's aisle, and as soon as he sat down, he immediately put the child in the vacant seat on the side, and then looked at the child kindly, patted the child gently and said: "Baby, don't be afraid, you will see your father soon, and your illness will be cured immediately." ”

Zhang Yi watched all this quietly and did not make a sound, but the always sentimental wicker was moved by the move in front of him, and he immediately took out five hundred yuan from his arms and stuffed it into the old man's hand.

"Here, uncle, this is for the child's medical treatment"

The old man did not refuse, but took the money with trembling hands, maybe he really needed it! But after he took the money, he immediately knelt down and didn't kowtow to the wicker to thank him.

Wicker was instantly flattered and frightened, and immediately helped the old man up, and then the wicker's donation incident triggered a chain reaction, and the passengers on the car donated money to the old man, and the old man kept bowing and thanking him.

It seems that this society is still humane, and even the obese conductor donated a hundred yuan, and Zhang Yi is naturally no exception.

The warm car with a cart continued to move on, and as the car left the town and began to accelerate, away from the noise and shouting, the people of the cart began to slowly close their eyes as the car shook slightly.

Suddenly, the car braked suddenly, and everyone rushed forward, fortunately with a seat belt, otherwise the whole person flew out.

"You're blind, and you suddenly rushed out to find .......?"

The middle-aged driver with a big belly was obviously frightened, he stretched out his head and scolded a person blocking the front of the car, but when he stuck out his head to see the person in front of him, the scolding was quietly interrupted.

The young man standing in front of him looked very tall and strong, his black tight-fitting shirt outlining his powerful muscles, his disorganized beard and a scar at the corner of his eye made him look very social.

"He's supposed to be a mixed society," Wicker whispered in Zhang Yi's ear.

"I want a car"

The young man swaggered into the carriage.

Seeing that this young man felt a little like a mixed society, the fat conductor asked in a soft voice, "Where are you going?" ”

"When you get to where you need to go, I'll tell you."

The young man spoke as loudly as a bell, and he kept scanning everyone in the carriage, and then his eyes fell on the old man with the child.

The old man glanced up at the young man, nodded to the young man and smiled slightly. But the young man ignored him, and he strode past the old man and sat down behind him.

The car continued to drive, and many people along the way did not really run at full speed until the car was full.

Zhang Yi half-closed his eyes, but Wicker was uneasy, he faintly felt in his heart that this young man was not good, as if he was going to do something bad, so he secretly looked at him all the way.

Soon, his imagination seemed to be verified, and during his observation, he found that the young man kept peeking at the old man and the child in front of him, and secretly took pictures of the pair of grandchildren with his mobile phone and sent them out.

A bad thought suddenly came to Wicker's heart, could it be that he was a human trafficker, and he wanted to have thoughts about this child. But there is no evidence to face such a big guy, if you are not careful, you may not be able to protect yourself, what should I do!

While he was struggling, the old man suddenly spoke. "Master, I'm here, and it's my son's in front"

The old man pointed to a young man in his thirties next to a van on the side of the road.

The driver stopped the car, and the wicker immediately rushed over to help the old man and said, "I'll help you."

The old man thanked him again, and the fat conductor once again showed great mercy to the old man and sent the old man off the bus.

The car started again, but it was stopped again after turning a corner less than a hundred meters away, this time it was the young man who stopped it, he stuffed a hundred yuan for the conductor and immediately ran off the bus.

Looking at the back of the young man running in the direction of the old man, the people in the car began to talk about it, everyone felt that this person was definitely not a good person, and it was possible to follow the old man.

Wicker stood up at this time and said: "Don't worry, everyone, I have long seen that something is wrong, he has been secretly photographing the old man and the child just now, so I suspect it, and think that he may be a human trafficker again, so I just handed a note to the old man when he got out of the car, and told him to pay attention to this person, he may be a human trafficker, sure enough, the old man stepped out of the car in front of him, and he followed behind." ”

After hearing this, everyone took a long breath and praised Wicker for his courage and resourcefulness, but for the sake of thoroughness, everyone still called the police.

Wicker is very satisfied with what he did just now, he has been a person who loves to fight since he was a child, and today he finally showed his skills, although the fight is not law but wisdom, but he is also satisfied.

And just when Wicker was still immersed in happiness, a hand behind his back put on Wicker's shoulder, Wicker was startled, looked back, and couldn't help but scream.

"Old way!"

Zhang Yi was startled by the wicker's voice, and he couldn't help but be stunned when he opened his eyes and turned his head.

"How are you in the car?"

Lao Dao looked a little embarrassed, he scratched his hair and said with a red face: "I have been following you, and I followed you when I saw you buy a ticket and get on the bus, but I came up from the back door, so you didn't see me." ”

"You're as cheeky as the city wall!" Wicker glared at the old way.

Lao Dao smiled and looked at Zhang Yi with a serious face and said, "Xiao Zhang, what do you think the two people were like just now?" ”

"Needless to say, I don't know, one is an honest farmer, and the other is a second-rate person who is abducted and abducted by the mixed society." Wicker immediately choked the old way.

Lao Tao did not get angry but said with a serious face: "The eye is a very magical thing, it can transmit to us the flowers of this world, let us understand the appearance of things, but only so, it cannot lead us to see the essence of things." ”

Zhang Yi felt that it made sense, he looked out the window at the street scene of trees that kept falling backwards, "Yes! The eyes only play a photographic effect, and the post-processing analysis still needs us here," Zhang Yi pointed to the brain.

"Yes, so judging from my experience in the rivers and lakes for so many years, the so-called good old man you think just now is not necessarily a pure and good person, and the person you are talking about is not a wicked person."

Wicker was a little angry when he heard this, because he felt that it was reversing black and white. "You still want to help the bad guys, don't you, you still want to exonerate the bad guys, right......."

Zhang Yiyi interrupted Wicker's impassioned speech with a wave of his hand, he was a little depressed, but he had to hold back for the time being.

"You go on," Zhang Yi waved to Lao Dao.

"You see, although the old man felt a kind and honest appearance, his cheekbones protruded, and when he was silent, his face was gloomy and his veins protruded, and such a person was often a ruthless person. And although the young man looks fierce, he has a righteous face when he thinks about it, and his eyebrows are thick and raised, such a person is generally popular and a very enterprising person. ”