《Lie and win in the chronology with space (MTL)》Chapter 8
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Jian Qingtong opened her eyes slightly.
She saw the best of living! Worse than the original owner's parents!
In fact, it's not that Jian Qingtong is rare and strange. Anyway, she has been wandering in the apocalypse, and she has seen a lot of various dark sides of human nature.
The main thing is that she has a filter for this special era, and she has a stereotype in her subconscious.
For example, the people at this time were very simple and simple. The comrade they called each other was not a vain catchphrase, but a nickname with a strong sense of sincerity. Everyone especially worshipped heroes, and they did a good job of supporting the army and their family members.
So much so that Jian Qingtong subconsciously thought that he would never encounter such a moral kidnapping of the best, and everyone should be ashamed of it, right?
How could the old lady know her entanglement? He opened his loud voice, patted his thighs and sat on the ground and howled dryly. He was very skilled in business and attracted the attention of the people in the carriage.
Including the conductor staring at the door of the carriage.
"The passengers in front move, go in, don't crowd the aisle! Passengers in the back don't crowd, bring your luggage, take care of your lover and children, and get on the bus in an orderly manner!" The
flight attendant maintained order with a loudspeaker, dissatisfied He shouted a couple of words here.
The old lady was used to being sloppy, and wished that the more people came to watch, the better, she became addicted to the show, and slapped the two grandsons next to her, who were crawling up and down, and pinched her hard.
The two bear children cried out in pain, and slapped her hand without thinking: "
What are you doing, you hurt me!"
With great strength, the two skin children were pinched into tears.
"Damn! Dare to beat me, see if I don't tell my mother, fight to the death, you old man!" The
child's sharp cry was like a demonic voice, and it was extremely penetrating, causing many passengers to suffer. I was shocked by what they said.
Children don't talk nonsense, so their mother is also the head of some gangster, right? Fight whoever you say.
Passengers who can't afford to hide do not urge them to give way. They would rather climb the seat next to them carrying a large bag and take a detour, and do not want to provoke the family members of these evil spirits, which is bad luck.
This was somewhat unexpected by Jian Qingtong. Who would have thought that the three grandparents, who seem to be very close, would have internal strife so easily.
But still too loud, trio.
She covered the edge of the wound on the back of her head, and gently shook Tang Yuanzheng's sleeve with one hand. She frowned and whispered,
"Dizzy."
Tang Yuanzheng looked down at the snow-white gauze behind her head, and immediately remembered her With a concussion, he supported her arm with his backhand, restrained the overflowing anger, and bent over to ask in a warm voice,
"Is it uncomfortable again? Don't be afraid, there is me."
Jian Qingtong slowly lay down on his side following his strength, smelling of disinfectant. The quilt was immediately covered.
She squeezed the quilt gently and cast a trusting smile at him.
Tang Yuanzheng fully received the meaning in her eyes, even more than she wanted to express, in addition to trust and dependence, there were grievances and helplessness, sadness for him, etc.
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Tang Yuanzheng tucked the quilt for her, and pursed his thin lips into a straight line.
Is he not wronged? aggrieved.
He is also a human being, of flesh and blood, with seven emotions and six desires, and he is no different from others.
But there is more sense of responsibility and honor, and there is no need to talk about suffering.
But someone can understand this hard work, and he will be moved, just like ordinary people.
"I'll cover your ears for you."
He sat sideways on the edge of the bed, wrapped his big palm around her exposed right ear, motioning her to close her eyes.
Jian Qingtong obediently closed her eyes, and the tips of her ears were slightly hot, probably due to the temperature of his palms.
Tang Yuanzheng felt relieved when he saw that she was obedient, and turned to face the three grandparents who were crying endlessly, and put on a stern expression.
"In public, please take a civilized ride, don't make loud noises, there are still patients here."
The passengers who were close by saw the white gauze wrapped around the back of Jian Qingtong's head, and were a little stunned.
"Is this lesbian hurt? It looks scary. Are you going to the provincial capital hospital to see a doctor?"
Tang Yuanzheng avoided the important points and blurred the key points:
"My lover has a slight concussion and needs to rest. Can I trouble you to stop making such a loud noise. Are you making a fuss? This is our berth, please go to your own seat and take a seat, don't disturb us, thank you for your cooperation."
Tang Yuanzheng took out his ticket again and showed it around.
Most of the passengers were reasonable and sympathetic. When they saw this, they helped the noisy old lady:
"Ma'am, there are seats on the train. It's whoever gets the first seat. This is someone's bed, don't put it on. This is a mess, there are still sick people here."
"Comrade, are you taking the train for the first time and can't find your seat? Let me check the ticket for you. This is someone's seat, you can't sit."
Everyone persuaded them in a row, and they all stood on the other side of Tang Yuanzheng.
The old aunt's unsatisfactory tricks suddenly didn't work, and she was really angry, her eyes widened, and she cursed fiercely:
"The dog is meddling with the rat, I'm going to sit here! He is a child soldier, so he should give up his seat! This is called Serving the people, I am the people!"
Jian Qingtong was speechless and muttered in a low voice: "
Have the people agreed to be represented by you? It's shameful to say it, and will be laughed at by the people of other countries?"
The timing was very good. It happened to be stuck in the gap when everyone was stunned after the explosion of the old lady, and there was a brief silence in the carriage, just to highlight her complaints.
Tang Yuanzheng pressed his palm against her side face, so that she would not hear these nasty slurs, what kind of good words could the old country lady scold?
Sure enough, the old lady cursed angrily, with all kinds of swear words that were not suitable for children, and she was not afraid of the two little grandchildren beside her at all.
The two children still found it interesting, and shouted and shouted like two little cockfighting cocks, and the words were equally difficult to hear. , drive them to live in the cowshed to pick up the big manure.
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Everyone was dumbfounded, and their hearts were full of discomfort.
This child is afraid of being abandoned.
A passenger with a child was blocked behind his head, covering the child's ears, daring not to speak, and asking the conductor for help in a good voice.
The conductors were also impatient.
This is a transfer station. The stop is only ten minutes. There are so many passengers getting on and off. The time is already tight, and there are still people dawdling in it. Isn't this deliberately hindering him from work!
The conductor came over with a loud horn.
"What's the trouble? Hurry up and find your seat, the train is about to start!"
He squeezed over and saw the old man and two young people sitting on the ground, and his eyes quickly became clear
. Take a look." The
old lady was scolding vigorously, spitting stars flying around:
"What ticket, I don't know! My daughter-in-law is the director of the Revolutionary Society, my son is the director of the workshop, and I am a family member of a cadre. What ticket do I need? I'll take a seat. This!" The
old lady pointed at the bed where Tang Yuanzheng was sitting, and there was a vicious look in her eyes.
She's still spending time with them today, how dare a broken soldier dare to fight her? Can't fight him, bah!
There was a commotion around.
Dare to love this old lady who didn't even buy a ticket, is she chasing the overlord car? Looking at her posture, she thought the Railway Bureau was run by her family!
"You can't stay here without a ticket. I'll go to the hard-seat carriage with me to make up the ticket." The
conductor was not surprised at all. Lin Zi is so big that he has all kinds of birds, who hasn't he seen?
"I'm not going, I'll just sit here! Ouch, I'm bullying the old man..." The old lady repeated her old tricks and couldn't bear it.
After watching the whole process, a few young men next to each other, winked at each other and stepped forward, tacitly lifted the three shameless grandfathers and grandchildren, and shouted one, two, and three to get out of the car window.
"Let's get hi, people can't get out of the car when they arrive at the station!" The
young man let go and put him down, and waved his hand to the old lady with a sniffle probe:
"Don't thank you aunt, we are all live thunders (fengs)!"
Tang Yuanzheng silently took down the big bag on the luggage rack before holding it to the car window, where he was intercepted by a young man and asked with a smile,
"This is theirs too?"
Tang Yuanzheng nodded silently.
The young man was having a good time, holding his burden and showing it to the old lady who was jumping and scolding outside.
"Auntie, what are you talking about? Thank me so much for giving me the burden? Oh, how embarrassing it is. When we met by chance, I did a good deed every day. I can't be thankful for you." The
companion next to him smiled and punched him on the shoulder . :
"Don't be sloppy, return the things to others, and drive immediately." The
young man replied with a smile:
"I'll tease them, so as to save the trouble of picking up things early and crowding into the car to make trouble."
However, he still carried the burden . I threw it away, and deliberately threw it far away, leading the old lady to run to pick it up.
Several young people coaxed and watched for a while, then walked away laughing and laughing.
This is the end of a farce.
Jian Qingtong was speechless, not knowing what to say, so she closed her eyes and rested.
The train moved slowly, banging, banging, and shaking.
Tang Yuanzheng took the quilt from the middle bunk and put it behind her to prevent her from accidentally turning over and pressing on the wound.
Jian Qingtong opened his eyes and thanked him in a low voice.
Tang Yuanzheng looked at her face carefully, and felt that it was still a little pale, but the eyebrows were stretched out, so he was a little relieved.
"The toilet is ready to use."
"Well, I'll go."
"I'll accompany you."
Jian Qingtong declined.
I'm not a primary school student, and I have to go to the toilet together.
Jian Qingtong went to solve the physiological problems, and came back refreshed after a simple wash, even in a much better mood.
Taking public transport is by no means a good experience for people with social phobias.
Fortunately, she can pretend to be weak and avoid most of the ineffective social interactions, making the rest of the journey less difficult.
It was late at night, and the train quickly entered the rest time, and most of the passengers were ready to fall asleep.
Jian Qingtong returned the quilt to Tang Yuanzheng, put the backpack behind him, whispered good night to him, closed his eyes and lay down quietly.
Tang Yuanzheng tucked her quilt and sat by her bedside for more than half an hour. Seeing that her breathing was shallow and regular, and her posture was regular and stretched, she thought she had fallen asleep, so he got up and went out to wash with ease, and came back lightly. In the middle bunk, I quickly lay down and fell asleep.
At this time, Jian Qingtong didn't sleep at all, and was counting the remaining supplies in the space.
Jian Qingtong's space is not too big, there are about nine cubes, and it is full.
In view of the terrible experience of her parents who abandoned her after their parents divorced and reorganized their families when she was a child, Jian Qingtong, who has lived alone for many years, knows the truth of planning ahead.
Defenses can not do without. She always said to the outside world that her space was only the size of three squares, and she also left a surplus for the gradual upgrade in the future, and left a way for herself, ready to leave the team at any time and make a living on her own.
Therefore, she has kept two cubes of pure water in her space! Supplement as needed.
Now it seems to be the most useless, it is better to decorate more gold and silver jewelry.
Even if there are more seeds, at least it will be a high-yield variety after multiple generations of improvement.
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