Yuan Yuan said that if you want to truly feel the life of a city, you must take the city's shuttle bus ....... The lights are bright and green, and the traffic is only the hustle and bustle on the surface, and the crowded crowd is the inner vein and blood circulation. Her words seemed to make a lot of sense, but Ling Lang could testify that Yuan Yuan was definitely not an old Chinese medicine doctor.

Buses weave through the city's roads, and all kinds of people may just be a few stops away, and every second can become each other's passers-by.

Passing by the traffic lights at intersections, through the car window, you will see people waiting in another car on the opposite side, or on the side of the road, who are sometimes looking at you.

This may happen every day. Everyone came and went in such a hurry.

Chasing, persevering, all the people who set foot in this city have dreams hidden in their hearts. Everyone is full of hope for the future. Maybe they got on the city's shuttle bus for the first time back then, with a smile on their lips. Just like his mother and sister, the heaviness of bidding farewell to his hometown pinned his hopes on him and on the city.

But in this bustling and pompous city, more people live a dull life from 9 to 5. Everyone has several alarm clocks at different times, coming and going. How many people have said that dreams must adhere to ideals, but some things slowly become nowhere to be found.

In this city of generosity and acceptance, but ruthlessly resisting, how many people have given everything to survive, lost their faith, or willingly debauchered? and how many people have begun to worry about the future indescribably, frowning at the mention of their distant hometown.

In this noisy and empty city, I am exhausted in order to fill my stomach. How many times after work, sleeping on the bus past the station, and the neon all the way outside the car window. I also thought about going to the old white head with her, but how many times I was busy, but I stood on the street with nothing? If you pass a square meter house, you can shatter all the fragile dreams.

The flowers bloom and bloom, surprising, and then indulging in disappointment. An era has changed, wrinkles have crept up his forehead, his face is full of vicissitudes, and he is no longer the young man who has no regrets.

The cycle of the four seasons remains the same, but it can always be a human being, and it is people's ideal. The 100-meter-high buildings are towering all over the place, and the roof of the car obscures the view, so people will feel small, confused, and unable to see clearly. Be born, live. That's all.

Ling Lang suddenly wanted to go and see his mother and sister, but after all, he just thought about it and gave up. They will be surprised, they will ask. And he didn't want them to worry.

In the last few stops, there were fewer people, and finally there was a place, and two people sat down. Yuan Yuan seemed to sense that Ling Lang's mood was not high, took out the earbuds from his backpack, said with a smile, listen to the song, and then stuffed the earbuds into Ling Lang's ears, one by one. Put it loud.

Line 1 is also crowded, and people are even running underground. Standing in the line, you hardly have to move yourself, there will be a force behind you, first drowning you, and then swarming you in the middle. This is life, even if you are in the mood of a casual passerby, it will squeeze you into it.

Grabbing the hanging armrests and listening to music that I don't remember at all, neither of them spoke, allowing the different bodies around them to pass by. Until there was a noise around them, which attracted the attention of two people.

A middle-aged obese man of medium stature, nearly forty years old, seemed to want to squeeze into the long seat, but there were already six people sitting on the seat, among whom was a half-stretched child, and there was not much space, not much full. The middle-aged man with a tired face wanted the eldest sister next to him to squeeze it or pick up the child. But the eldest sister was unwilling, so the two had some quarrels, and then the eldest sister's husband also got involved. One side speaks Chinese, the other side speaks the local dialect, whether they can understand it or not, the more they speak, the more excited they are, and the voice gradually gets louder.

Sometimes people are like this, small things that are big sesame, and when anger comes up, they can lose their minds. That's why a wise man said, don't make any decisions when you're angry.

The two men began to push each other, and everyone around them avoided or just got out of the car. The eldest sister's husband was tall, and the middle-aged man's body shape was down, but his eyes were red, and he pushed hard, pushing the eldest sister's husband and stumbling and falling to Yuan Yuan's body.

Ling Lang hurriedly stretched out his arm and blocked it. Seeing the middle-aged man, he raised his hand and wanted to rush up. He took a step forward and grabbed the middle-aged man's wrist. The middle-aged man's eyes widened, and he suddenly felt a chill all over his body, and the whole person seemed to calm down, and the blood in his eyes faded sharply. He saw that Ling Lang looked like a young man who had just come from the countryside, but he was wearing a Mao suit with a monopoly pattern embroidered on the cuffs, and he didn't know what to think in his heart, so he withdrew his hand stupidly, and then squeezed towards the other carriage.

The eldest sister and her husband both expressed their gratitude to Ling Lang in the local language, and although they couldn't fully understand it, Ling Lang knew what they meant. He shook his head slightly, then looked away, casually looking around, his gaze wandering and unfocused.

Yuan Yuan suddenly leaned into Ling Lang's ear and said softly.

"I thought you were going to teach him a lesson?"

"Why do you think so?" Ling Lang was stunned, just because of such an inconsequential trivial matter, the people of the Dragon Soul are also arrogant, right?

Yuan Yuan smiled again, her smile was indeed good-looking, but she didn't answer Ling Lang's why.

"Thank you for helping me block it. ”

Ling Lang felt speechless when he heard this, putting aside the soul body, in terms of skills, the four of themselves were probably not the opponents of the smiling girl in front of him. Although he felt that he was quite beaten.

But Ling Lang still felt that he should explain and explain, as for why?

"That person is haunted by the 'three decays' ghost, it is estimated that there have been many troubles recently, and his temper is inevitably a little short-tempered, and his nature should not be bad. ”

"So you still gave him a trace of soul energy true yuan? I didn't expect you to be such a chivalrous and compassionate person. This tall, thin girl seemed to smile even brighter.

Uh, well, Ling Lang didn't know how to answer, so he simply chose to ignore her. Yuan Yuan also calmed down and didn't "make fun" with him anymore.

The subway passed a few more stops, and when it came to a tunnel, it suddenly stopped. Then on the radio, there was a notice that the signal was malfunctioning and the car would be stopped for a few minutes. Hearing the announcement, the crowd in the carriage was in an uproar. Seeing that Yuan Yuan still looked calm, Ling Lang didn't ask so much, but he thought in his heart that he was really ill-fated, and there was always something wrong going there.

"Well, look over there. Suddenly, Yuan Yuan pressed his arm against his ribs, and with her gaze, Ling Lang only saw the gray empty station rails through the glass window, and a few incandescent lights on top, the light was cold and pale.

Ling Lang glanced back at Yuan Yuan with questions in his eyes.

"Open the psychic eye, and you can take a look. Yuan Yuan blinked, and there was a hint of naughty cuteness.

Ling Lang turned his head again, opened his spiritual eye, and was shocked to see three ghosts on the station track next to the track. One big and two small, a middle-aged female ghost, holding one with two hands, a little "little boy", and a slightly smaller "little girl". The three ghosts looked into the subway car, but they didn't dare to get too close. Because if someone can see it from her/their point of view, the light of the entire subway is faint, and the whole body is full of blood.

Seeing Yuan Yuan's indifferent appearance, he was not like a simple artist, tall, and bold, so he asked.

"You seem to know her/them well?"

"Seen it a few times. ”

"What do you mean that this subway train is here, and it has tried to stop due to a breakdown before?" Ling Lang immediately heard the subtext of her words.

"Well, yes. The answer is not surprising.

"You dragon souls, don't you see these 'things', you will take care of them?" Ling Lang suddenly remembered the thunderbolt method he used when he first saw Long Tian. Although he later did one in the Qinling Courtyard, until now, he still has a grudge in his heart, and it is difficult to let go completely.

"Who told you? Our dragon souls aren't so unreasonable. Hearing Ling Lang's question, Yuan Yuan's brows furrowed, as if he couldn't understand why Ling Lang looked at the dragon soul like this.

Seeing her frowning, Ling Lang wanted to tell her about what Long Tian had done before, but after thinking about it again, he still didn't say anything.

At this time, the train opened its doors a few times, but immediately closed them again. After about five or six minutes, the subway turned off the lights and then opened the door.

The radio is reminding the passengers in the carriage to get off the train, and there are already staff on the station track who are doing evacuation and evacuation work.

With the crowd, I got off the train and moved slowly on the not wide track. People will pass through an oval hole and walk out. From the side, the entrance to the cave is deep and gloomy.

The big and small ghosts were forced to stay away from the crowd a little by the Yang Yuan blood and qi on people's bodies, but they still stood on tiptoe and kept looking. The "little boy" may have been too short to see, or even broke free from his mother's "hand", and floated up to the top of the tunnel, anxiously searching for something in the crowd.

"What's the story?" Ling Lang couldn't help but ask.

Yuan Yuan shook his head and replied.

"I don't know, I think she/they are quite pitiful. ”

Ling Lang was gloomy.