Chapter 575

The passengers saw that the old ruffian moved his hand, and all of them cried out in their hearts!

When the old man hit him in the head, he was really angry. The so-called men do not touch their heads, women do not embrace the waist! What's more, he also hit him on the head. The old bald man roared and stood up and was about to get angry. At this time, Yang Xingchen stepped forward, raised his hand and slapped it, which made the old bald man's mouth bleed.

"You, you..." Seeing that he was an old man older than himself, the old bald man was flustered. It was not that he would respect the old man, but that he was thinking quickly in his heart. If he pretended to be a rogue, he would not be as powerful as him. After all, his beard had been dragged to his chest. Compared with other people's family, he was a strong man! It seems that we can't play rogue today!

The main reason why so many old people get worse is that they have not been punished seriously. As a result, some old people always look like the eldest, the second and the third. In the first place, we rely on the old to sell the old, and then we play roughshod. Bad, the spirit of playing rogue came out immediately.

So when the old bald man saw Yang Xingchen, who was older than him, he immediately lost his sense of superiority and the capital to play a rogue. Had to wipe the blood of the corner of the mouth, not satisfied said, "old man, something to say, why do you hit people?"

"Go away! Dare to say half a word of nonsense, I can't beat you to death! What are you staring at? Why don't we have a competition and see who can pretend to be sick? "

"Yes, yes! Sir, we support you. If this old guy dares to hit you, you will fall to the ground, you will twitch, you will spit, oh no, spit. Look at the mines in his family! " A young man began to coax with excitement.

When someone starts, they immediately follow suit. I saw a young woman shaking her head, "I really don't know what's the matter with the old people in your city. As soon as I heard that there was a discount in the supermarket, and before someone else opened the door of the supermarket completely, I climbed the ground and rushed in. That's faster than us young people."

"In the evening, the old man looked at the old woman. The dancing was so cool and the stereo was so on that we young people couldn't stand it. But as soon as I got on the bus, I immediately returned to the old man's state

A young man next to him laughed, "little sister, you don't understand. It's called crowded car, Fang Shiyu, Lin Daiyu, supermarket discount, Zhang Fei, square dance. These old people are terrible

The old bald man is not afraid of provoking public anger, but is afraid of Yang Xingchen, who is older than him, and the half crazy old ruffian. He had no choice but to give up his seat. When the car arrived at the station, he got off with his tail in his mouth.

"Come on, boy, sit on it." Yang Xingchen said to the little boy with pigeon soup in his arms.

"Sit down, grandfather. I'll be at the next stop." The little boy shook his head.

"If grandfather doesn't sit down, he will get off at the next stop. By the way, he will come to see your mother with you. Oh, by the way, grandfather knows a little Chinese medicine, which may help your mother recover quickly."

"Ah? Really, that's great! Thank you, grandpa The little boy bowed to Yang Xingchen for thanks.

"Wow, no wonder this old man is so old and strong. He turned out to be an old Chinese medicine doctor. He not only has the skill of saving people, but also has such noble moral character. Such an old man should be respected! Old man, you sit here with me A middle-aged man stood up and exclaimed excitedly.

"Yes, old man, sit here with us." Call of a, suddenly stand up seven or eight people.

"No, you young people are tired enough to fight for your family and career. You should have a rest when you get on the bus. We old people have nothing to do. Instead, we are doing exercises. " Yang Xingchen said with a smile.

"Wow, the old man also has good people! Come on, shoot it and post it on the Internet. Such positive energy must be praised! " Someone excitedly took out his cell phone.

"Well, my friend, I've already passed on everything just now. When you upload it, there will be 100 replies to this post. Wow, there are thousands of stickers in the twinkling of an eye. " A girl stares at her mobile phone and smiles excitedly. Her thumb is touching on the screen of her mobile phone and interacting with netizens constantly.

"Son of a bitch, I find that this mobile phone on your earth is really fun. When you get off, you can buy one for Mr. long. I'll also open a live broadcast. Maybe I can meet a beautiful woman! " The old ruffian's eyes turned around, and his mouth began to drool.

The crowd burst out laughing,

"Oh, he is a man of 50 or 60 years old. He even calls an old man of at least 80 years old as a boy. Does he have any mental problems? Sir, is this old man your son? Is there something wrong with him? " A young man asked curiously.

Yang Xingchen kept smiling and nodded, "yes, yes, he is my son. Because he didn't learn well when he was young, he peeped at other people's girls taking a bath and was beaten by their father into a severe concussion, so he was confused and sober for a while."

"Thunder! God damn it. Your dragon has lived for hundreds of millions of years. How can you let me be your son? what the fuck! A concussion? You're a concussion. Your whole family is concussion! ""Look, it's going to happen, silly son. It's time to get off at the station." Yang Xingchen said to the old ruffian with a smile, and then took the little boy's hand to get out of the car first, while the old ruffian kept nagging behind.

"Mom!" In the hospital, the little boy pushed aside a ward and called to a woman in her thirties who was very pale on the bed.

"Come here, Xiaoqiang?" The woman struggled to squeeze out a smile at the little boy.

"Mom, I cooked a pot of pigeon soup for you. The teacher said that you would get better faster after eating pigeon soup." As he spoke, the little boy opened the jar.

At this time, the busy nurse in front of the bed said to the little boy, "Xiaoqiang, your mother's wound is inflamed, and we also found that your mother is suffering from a variant malignant tumor, and now the body begins to grow tumor, you'd better let your adults come quickly."

"Sister nurse, my father and grandparents are all gone in a car accident. There are no adults in my family. Don't worry, my mother will be fine as long as she drinks my pigeon soup. "

That nurse Leng Leng, turned around, quietly wiped tears. This just noticed Yang Xingchen and the old ruffian at the door, some surprised to ask, "are you two?"

"Ah, I forgot, sister nurse. This white beard grandfather is an old Chinese medicine doctor. He said he would help me cure my mother." The little boy said happily.

"Old man, can you cure?" The nurse looked incredulous.

"Hey, hey, I don't need to treat the root of this sister-in-law's illness. As long as she drinks her son's pigeon soup, all her illness will be cured immediately." Yang Xingchen said with a smile.

The nurse frowned and thought, there is such a magic soup in the world. The old man must be senile dementia.

"Mom, open your mouth. Come on, drink slowly." Like a little adult, the little boy blew the soup in the spoon, and then gently sent it to his young but very old mother's mouth.

A happy and bitter tear rolled down from his mother's eyes.