Huajian Shoe City, arrived, passengers who got off the bus, please get off the bus through the back door.

Huajian Shoe City, arrived, the bus company reminds you: get off the bus and go! Passengers who have just gotten on the bus, please go inside!

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During rush hour, a tidal wave of crowds flock to the most congested K6 buses.

K6, the departure station railway station, the terminal airport, runs through the entire old town and development area. Office workers, villagers who go to the city, workers carrying hoes and other things, students... Everything you need.

Every time I get off work, the people who squeeze the bus break their heads, grit their teeth, and rush forward desperately.

Ding Meng was wearing a gray OL professional suit, wearing light makeup, frowning lightly, and gathered away the big bags and small bags around him to avoid the congested crowd.

Fortunately, the newspaper office was not far from the train station, and when she got on the train, the carriage was still empty, and there were few people, which made her lucky to sit in a window position.

Next stop: Zhanggongwang Road, there are passengers getting off the bus, please be ready to get off.

The driver wore sunglasses, looked at the crowded carriage with a cold face, and pressed a voice announcement.

Due to the large number of passengers on this bus, please give up your seat to passengers who need help, thank you for your cooperation!

...

Ding Meng took out his mobile phone and clicked on a public account called "Gender Emotion" to read the article and learn the latest emotional routines.

Under the bustling crowd, an old lady with gray hair and a ponytail squeezed out of the crowd.

She glanced at the fashionable and sexy Ding Meng, then glanced at the big bags of things on the ground, shook her head slightly, and her eyes fell on the high school girl in front of her.

"Girl, do you hear the voice? Give up a seat to the old man. The old lady patted the high school girl with her hands on the backrest of the front seat and her head buried in her arms.

The girl raised her head blankly, her face was slightly pale, smiled apologetically, and replied, "I'm sorry, I'm a little uncomfortable, you can let someone else replace it." ”

When the ponytail old lady heard this, her face tensed, she glared at her, and shouted sharply: "As soon as you call to sit down, you will shout that this hurts and that is uncomfortable, do you know what it means to respect the old and love the young? ”

"I ..... I.... That's coming..... Pain..... The girl's face turned red, and her voice was like a mosquito.

"Menstruation is great? When the old woman hasn't been here, has she? The old lady widened her eyes and shouted loudly, as if she was afraid that the people around her would not hear.

"Grandma, don't be embarrassed if people are uncomfortable, they are all women, why bother?" The guy standing behind him, a little blind, stood up and spoke.

"While going, standing and talking without backache. The old lady pushed him impatiently.

Subtle beads of sweat dripped down the forehead of the female student, and everyone could see that the female baby was really uncomfortable.

"Hurry up, what are you pretending? ”

"Come and sit with me. Ding Meng put down the phone, picked up the big and small things by himself, and made a place to come out.

"The demon who wears it is demonic, and we have to pull it to the pig cage in our age. The old lady muttered, and sat down honestly.

Ding Meng was squeezed aside, his face changed slightly, and then he shook his head and smiled, not making an excuse.

She read an article just now, saying that you must be kind to be a person, which is the foundation of the strongest and stable fortress in love. She felt ashamed of the clumsy tricks and childish words she had used on the bus before.

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As the vehicle jolted, the bus emitted a string of exhaust fumes and the creaking stopped.

Hengling, arrived, passengers who got off the bus, please get off the bus through the back door.

Ding Meng carried a large bag and a small bag, twisted his thin waist and slowly walked towards the darkest path to the town.

The old lady got out of the car tremblingly, and spat into the carriage.

The driver of the sunglasses frowned, slammed on the accelerator, and left with a whistling voice.

She took a few breaths of car exhaust, coughed violently twice, and kept cursing the driver's ancestors for eighteen generations.

looked forward, and his gaze fell on Ding Meng, who was graceful at the end, and a strange smile appeared on the corner of the old lady's mouth.

There is still something going on in Ge Xin's office, and the two are separated at the gate of the middle school.

The street lamps on both sides of the road shone dim light, and from time to time a few hurried people walked by the roadside, curiously looking at the young monk dressed in an unusual way, and then tightened his clothes and moved forward.

Ling Bai froze in place, in a trance.

What Qi Pengbo said was actually quite tempting to him.

For three years, he was three years behind, and the gap between him and the first batch of awakened people was already a world apart.

Joining the supernatural task force, regardless of background, resources, and guidance, is first-class, and it will definitely save him a lot of detours.

This road was the fastest shortcut to the peak of the martial arts, but just now he threw away Qi Pengbo's business card without hesitation.

"It's instinctive consciousness that's at work. Ling Bai shook his head and smiled.

Turning his head, the middle school gate was closed, but the guard room next to it was lit with a faint light. He walked a few steps to the front, and Mr. Zhong sat on a chair on the long table in front of the window, wearing reading glasses, and looked at the newspaper in his hand seriously.

"Teacher Zhong. Ling Bai knocked on the table and smiled at him, "Don't go out for a walk at night?"

Teacher Zhong pulled down his glasses, raised his eyelids upward, and just saw Ling Bai's bare head, and asked in surprise, "Are you really a monk?" ”

"Well, the warrior monk of the Dharma Academy, do you want to give you a long face? Now if you go to play again, you can probably win a championship in the Olympics. ”

"Phew. Teacher Zhong put down the newspaper and raised his eyebrows: "Don't put gold on your face, martial artists can participate in the Olympic Games, you can't even enter the door, and you can win the championship." ”

Ling Bai laughed twice and scattered a cigarette. The teachers and students swallowed the clouds and spit fog in front of the school gate, chatted a few words, and Ling Bai hurried home.

Grandma's emojis bombarded his WeChat again, and each expression is not the same, and I don't know where I got it.

"You are limited to get home within five minutes, otherwise, tear up your meal ticket!"

This sentence deeply stung Ling Bai's glass heart.

"Am I still your own grandson? tear up the ticket at every turn, boom, boom, it's gone. ”

Ling Bai trotted all the way, and soon saw the roller shutter with a slight opening at home.

Slippery slipped through the opening and went upstairs.

in the living room.

Grandma Gui Ying and grandpa Ling Tian sat on both sides, with a Ding Meng who was both sexy and big in the middle.

She sat straight, the plump and proud of her chest, and she felt like she was about to tear her slim white shirt. The lower body is covered with long legs covered with black silk, which are 90 degrees. The sitting posture of the whole person is even more standard than that of college students who have participated in military training.

It's just that the expression on her face seems to be a little tearless.