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I shook my head, there is everyone on the train, and it is better not to eat anything handed by others. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info I saw that her neck was darker, which was obviously different from the white powder on her face, and I began to feel a little disgusted when I smelled the strong perfume smell coming from her body. But there were no seizures. The woman with heavy makeup was not polite at all, chewed gum, took off her trench coat, and inside was a white lace shirt as thin as a cicada's wings, and the fullness of her bulging chest shook twice, and leaned against the wall of the bunk. Place your hands crossed on your stomach. He breathed a sigh of relief.

The aunt next to her glanced at her a few times, and her face seemed a little unhappy. After looking at her for a moment, he twisted his head to the other side.

Suddenly, a young monk with a dark complexion in a ruffled monk's robe, holding a vermilion rosary in one hand and a book in the other, sat on the small seat in the corridor of the carriage, picked up the book and read it. I laughed unconsciously when I looked at the book in his hand, and what he was holding in his hand was a thick pirated book with four big characters printed on it: "Notes on Tomb Robbery".

The woman with heavy makeup next to her laughed out loud and asked, "Monk, what book are you reading?" ”

The monk glanced at us and said, "Tomb robbery notes." He turned his head again and looked at the book earnestly.

The woman with heavy makeup began to cover her mouth and laugh, but she didn't squeak, her lower abdomen kept shaking with the smile, until she laughed out of tears, then took a tissue from her pocket, and carefully twisted her head to wipe her tears.

"Buddha Amitayus." A voice came from the side, and as soon as the monk looked up, he saw a thin Taoist priest saluting him, so he also wrote a book and saluted with his hands together. We followed the sound and saw a middle-aged Taoist priest with a goatee, wearing an old blue robe, sitting opposite the monk, he was wearing a pair of white headphones, and the cable of the earphones was connected to a copycat mobile phone in his left hand. It seemed that he was enjoying it, and he closed his eyes and shook his head, and he sang for no reason: "Always go home to see, go home and see......"

The woman with heavy makeup laughed again, laughed for a while, and then said to the Taoist priest: "Old Taoist, what song do you listen to?" ”

When the Taoist priest saw someone calling him, he took off his headphones and asked blankly, "What?" ”

I couldn't help but laugh too. All kinds of people on the train can't imagine that the boring journey has a fun. A young monk, looking at the notes of tomb robbery, and an old Taoist priest often sings and goes home to see, which is more interesting than watching the sketches of the Spring Festival Gala.

At this point, the train shook violently, made a tearing sound, and began to slow down. It's just that there is still no light to be seen outside the window. Suddenly, I felt like the carriage had plummeted a few degrees. It's not winter yet, but it's getting cold.

I shook my body and tried to wrap myself in the quilt, and looked at the people around me, but none of them seemed to have any intention of walking away.

The lights in the hallway suddenly went out, and the small lights in the hallway came on, and I looked out the window and saw the trees that were rapidly reversing with the car, shrouded in a black sky. It seems that it is night. I took my phone from my bag, only to find that my phone was out of battery. I can't see what time it is.