Old Chinese medicine and small vendors

Gaodong Street is backed by mountains, the economic development is quite backward, and the residents are mixed.

I heard from the older generation that ten years ago, there were dozens of wanted criminals hiding in this deep mountain, but now, I don't know if they have escaped, anyway, no one can enter that place.

Even in the ordinary streets, there are tall people living in seclusion.

It's just that with the development of society, all walks of life have washed their hands and started a clean business.

But as long as you live here, you must keep in mind the five-character life-saving talisman of "A person should not be judged by his appearance".

Outside the vegetable market on Gaodong Street, there is only one bus stop sign, which says No. 2 and No. 315.

315 is a newly added route this year, which goes directly to the Banshan Hot Spring in Yangniu Village.

Wen Cheng left the child behind and went to the station by herself.

At this time, the sun was rising, and there was still a hint of coolness in the air.

As soon as he stood there, the warm sun just illuminated his slender figure, gentle and sharp.

Just like his kindness in full armor.

While waiting for the bus, Wen Cheng called Grandma Zeng two more times, but no one answered.

He noticed the prying eyes all around him, and frowned irritably, but he didn't get angry, and held back until the car came.

"Don't squeeze! The back is still empty, move back! You can't move your feet? Damn it, go back!" the driver hissed.

A car of people was indifferent.

"Can you go! If you don't go, don't drive!"

Wen Cheng was standing outside the car door, and as soon as he lifted his foot, someone pushed him up, almost bumping into the girl. On the chest, he got into the car without touching the ground, and before he could stand still, the driver yelled at him, The volume made his eardrums hurt.

"Fuck! One or two are older than the uncle, don't take the bus if you have the ability!" The driver closed the car door and cursed incessantly, "Damn it, I need to greet your ancestors after taking two steps."

Wen Cheng was already annoying enough, but the driver was still talking non-stop, scolding louder and louder, the whole car was filled with violent emotions, and with the roar of the engine, it was on the verge of breaking out.

And next to him are two grandparents, one old and one young, leaning against his buttocks like a pillar, touching and leaving, squeezing and letting go.

Wen Cheng gripped the armrest, her nails digging into her flesh.

Finally, when the child pressed his hand on his butt for the third time, he withdrew and walked away.

The obviously overloaded bus was making a turn, and he stepped on the feet of three people, and squeezed behind the bus amidst low cursing.

"Damn it, can you stop moving? Everyone can't stand still, no matter how crowded you are..." Halfway through the man's words, the car turned sharply again!Plus a sudden brake!

Wen Cheng swayed to the right in a daze, and subconsciously grabbed a thorny branch with his free left hand.

Just when the whole car fell forward.

Ying Yanyu grabbed the iron rod with one hand, and wrapped Wen Cheng around with the other, holding him in his arms, motionless.

"Ah!! How do you drive!"

"There was a cow in front, and it almost hit me."

"Slow down, why don't you brake so fast!"

"Hey, why are you asking so much?"

In an instant.

Wen Cheng blocked the noise around him, and he leaned on the child's shoulders as if he was facing an enemy, barely keeping a distance of more than one centimeter from him.

"It's okay, you'll be fine once you compact it." Ying Yanyu whispered cheaply.

Wen Cheng rolled her eyes: "I'm too lazy to bandage you again."

Ying Yanyu said in surprise: "Are you too lazy?"

The anger that Wen Cheng had just subsided immediately returned, and he was still holding the branch just now: "Why are you holding it?"

Ying Yanyu smiled with two small canine teeth: "Papa Wen's first gift must be carried with me. When I go back, I will tie a rope to it, and hang it on my head when I sleep."

Wen Cheng didn't feel happy at all, but was a little terrified: "Can you be normal... Hiss, why are you in the car?!"

He actually only realized it now, as if it was quite normal for a child to appear here.

Ying Yanyu pulled the branch in his hand and pinned it to his waist, with an expression of "I really can't do anything with you", and said sadly: "It's because you won't let me go together, so I have to go to the previous stop to take the bus. I've come to look for you everywhere."

"What is Fengchen?" Wen Cheng asked him.

"Is this the point?" Ying Yanyu sighed.

"Yes, Fengchen what?" Wen Cheng asked again.

"Bubu." Ying Yanyu said.

"Good boy," Wen Cheng patted him on the shoulder, "Study more when you have time, don't come to me in a hurry."

Ying Yanyu twitched the corner of his mouth, and was about to say something, but an unnatural light flashed in his peripheral vision, he suddenly tightened the corner of his mouth, hugged Wen Cheng, and grabbed the hand stretched behind him.

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