When the magic stick summons cute pets

The sun scorched the ground, and the air felt distorted by such strong sunlight.There were more and more people crowding around to watch the excitement, so many people crowded together, one by one, that the already high temperature suddenly rose a lot.

Surrounded by the crowd, the woman and the old man were deadlocked on the spot.

But as time passed, the discussion of the surrounding crowd gradually expanded, and the woman who had been pointing and pointing at the crowd who didn't know the truth finally couldn't stand it anymore. She struggled for a while, but finally compromised.He went to the car and took out a wallet, pulled out all the cash from it, and threw it on the old man.

She stared at the rascal on the ground, her voice trembling with anger: "I only have so much cash, and I don't have any more. You can either take the money and leave, or we will wait for the police and ambulance to come together."

This action of throwing money should seem a bit insulting, but the old man sitting on the ground really didn't mind at all.

He nimbly gathered all the money scattered around into his bosom, skillfully stuck it into a bundle with his hand, and quickly counted the amount of money with the other hand, showing a little satisfaction on the expression on his face.

Carefully stuffing the wad of money in his hand into his own pocket, his eyes sneakily looked at the delicate and delicate wallet in the woman's hand, and then said to her: "Your wallet —does it look good?"

The woman's eyes widened, and her chest heaved rapidly, as if she never thought that a person could be so shameless.

The hot weather and the impenetrable human wall around her made her feel a little out of breath, and a sense of anger and indescribable shame kept rising, which made her eyes blacken unstoppably.

With a blushing face, he took out the card from the wallet and threw it at the old man's face. His voice was a little hysterical: "Okay, okay, take it, take it all. Treat it as a kind gift from me. Your coffin is gone, get out!"

After saying that, he turned around and sat back in the car, frantically honked the horn for a while towards the crowd in front of the car, watched the people on the other side disperse, stepped on the accelerator, left behind a car's exhaust, and left.

Having got what he wanted, the old man didn't care about the woman's situation anymore.

He stuffed the wallet, which he knew was worth a lot at first glance, into his arms, and touched his spoils of the day through his coat with a proud face, then quickly got up from the ground and looked around for a while , before the ambulance came, he used his legs that should have been damaged to squeeze out of the crowd, and ran away without a trace in the blink of an eye.

Seeing this, the onlookers who hadn't figured out the situation at first finally realized it.

Looking at the old man who had disappeared into the crowd, he couldn't help shaking his head and cursing in anger for a while, and then gradually dispersed.

Ye Changsheng and He Jiuzhong naturally finished watching the Porcelain Porcelain show in its entirety. Seeing the crowd that had gradually dispersed, Ye Changsheng clicked his tongue and couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "I didn't know before, so the Porcelain Porcelain industry is so big now. Do you want to make money? Just laying down on the ground casually is worth the wages of ordinary salaried workers who have worked hard for more than a week."

The corners of He Jiuzhong's lips twitched slightly, and he looked at him and said, "Why, it looks like you want to change your career?"

Ye Changsheng blinked his eyes, seemed to be seriously thinking about it, then laughed, waved his hands and said, "Forget it, this kind of business of compromising lifespan for money is up to whoever wants to do it—I But try to live a long life."

He Jiuzhong stretched out his hand and pinched the back of his neck. After standing in the sun for a while, it was already a little red from the sun.

"Go back?"

Ye Changsheng squinted his eyes at the sun, which was clearly westward, then nodded to him and said, "Let's go, go back."

Because it happened that when the two of them passed the bus stop, the No. [-] bus that went directly to their downstairs just arrived, and seeing that there were not too many people inside, they simply pulled He Jiuzhong and directly boarded the bus with difficulty and simplicity.

The two chose a seat a little further back, and pulled up the curtains next to them to block the sunlight. With their eyes slightly closed, they felt the cool breeze blowing from the air conditioner in the car. It made Ye Changsheng feel a little sleepy.

Leaning on He Jiuzhong's shoulder, he fell into a dazed sleep for an unknown amount of time, when not far away in front of him, a burst of furious cursing exploded, suddenly waking him up from his half-dream and half-awake state.

Stretching out his hand and rubbing his sleepy eyes, he asked He Jiuzhong in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

He Jiuzhong half-raised his eyelids and looked at the old man standing not far in front of them who was still swearing with his hands on his hips, his eyes turned slightly cold.

He looked down at Ye Changsheng, and asked softly, "Do you feel noisy?"

Ye Changsheng yawned a little and didn't answer, but looked up for a while with a bit of sleepiness that hadn't faded away.

Just looking at him, his drowsiness disappeared, and he could not help but twitch his brows slightly, and then looked at He Jiuzhong beside him, a subtle smile gradually appeared on his face: "Hey, we just saw it." Why did they meet again at the Porcelain Touching scene?

Do you think this is the legendary...fate? "

He Jiuzhong also glanced at the voice, his face was cold and impatient.

His voice was deep: "I just hope he can shut up."

Ye Changsheng blinked, feeling that a very ordinary sentence came out of his mouth for some reason, and he seemed a little horrified: "Who shut up?"

He Jiuzhong glanced at him with the back of his eyes pressed down.

Ye Changsheng looked at the dark eyes of the person beside him, and the curve of his lips was still a little cold, and he immediately understood that what he said was indeed what he thought, and he fell silent for a moment, feeling a little helpless.

——Well, although that end is really noisy.

It was so loud that it gave me a headache.

Ye Changsheng thought about it, and looked over there again.

When he fell asleep in a daze, the originally empty car was crowded with people at some point.In the front seat, a girl in school uniform was sitting slightly curled up. Her face was a little pale, and cold sweat was faintly dripping from her forehead. She seemed to be a little unwell.

In front of the girl, an old man with all white hair, about 70 to [-] years old, was standing next to her, scolding her violently and angrily in Mandarin mixed with dialect.

"You group of people, you have read your studies to the stomach of dogs! The country let you study to train you beasts? Seeing the old man next to you, you don't know what to do. What kind of quality? Oh, I recognize it. Your clothes are from No. [-] Middle School, right? No. [-] No. [-] Middle School doesn’t seem to be doing very well, but it actually taught you such things that are neither big nor small.”

The girl bit her lip tightly, her face seemed even uglier.

She raised her head slightly and looked at the old man who seemed to be very angry. Her voice was obviously angry but still sounded a little weak: "Why are you talking like that? I've already explained it to you, I'm not I don't want to, I just..."

But the other end didn't let the girl speak at all. When the other end spoke, she immediately raised her voice and interrupted: "What are you talking about? Listen, listen, is this what a junior should say to an elder? I and You said, it’s a good thing you weren’t born in my family, otherwise, with your appearance, our family would have beaten you to death with a stick! You don’t know the old bastard!”

The girl had never been in contact with such an unreasonable person as the old man since she was a child. She was angry and anxious for a while, clutching the hem of her skirt tightly with her hands, and she was so wronged that she shed tears while sitting on the chair.

An aunt sitting next to her seemed to be unable to stand it any longer. She frowned and looked at the old man and said, "Master, are you going too far? Didn't you see that this little girl seems to be unwell? If you want a seat, I will let you sit down." That's it, why do you have to bully other girls?"

The old man looked at the aunt, snorted coldly, with a condescending expression on his face: "What bullying, I'm educating her for her parents - children should be taught from an early age. Respecting the old is a matter of thousands of people in our country. The virtues of the past year must not be lost in their generation!"

Then he turned his attention to the girl who was already crying from anger, and said with a straight face: "Today I will teach her a good lesson, don't worry about any of you! This girl's parents don't educate her, so I will help her." They educate!"

His words were sonorous and forceful, and everyone around him was a little angry when he heard them.

It's just that everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, but they also knew in their hearts that they couldn't beat and scold this old rascal in front of him who obviously didn't want to reason with others, and they didn't know how to deal with it for a while.

When the car suddenly fell into a short silence, suddenly, there was a soft laughter from behind the bus.

The laughter was not very loud, but inexplicably a little abrupt in the silence of the crowd at this moment.

Everyone couldn't help looking at the place where the laughter came from, but saw that the person who was laughing happily was a boy wearing a light-colored short T.

The slightly long black hair was lying down softly, and a pair of black eyes slightly curved into the shape of crescent moons on the fair face, looking harmless and well-behaved.

As if he noticed that everyone looked over, the young man reached out and scratched his hair in embarrassment, blinked his eyes, and smiled innocently: "Ah, I'm sorry, I shouldn't laugh ...but I just can't help it."

He folded his hands on the back of the seat in front of him, put his chin lightly on it, tilted his head slightly and continued to smile.

His voice seemed to be mixed with an obvious smile, soft and soft.But there was a bit of indifference and looseness in that expression: "I was woken up by a dog barking in the car, and when I opened my eyes, I found that the dog was still talking to a little girl about how to be a human being. It's such an interesting thing. I can't see you once, how can you hold back your laughter?"

As he spoke, he raised his lips a little curiously, and said slowly, "It's just that I'm still a little strange."

"I remember that the bus has always stipulated that dogs are not allowed on the bus..."

A pair of eyes looked straight over there, and the curvature of the lips deepened a little: "Hey, yes, it's about you—how did you get here?"