Chapter 1262： Squeeze the train

"That's right, I found some blind dates for you here. They look good and have good family background. You can come back when you have time. Of course, if you don't have time, we will sever the relationship between mother and child."

Zhang Wanlin was stunned. Just as he was about to answer the call, there was a beeping on-hook tone on the other end of the phone.

This is clearly forcing him to go back.

The sun rises high, baking the land.

Outside the railway station, pedestrians are like weaving, there are pedestrians hurried by pulling suitcases, and there are dark and thin foreigners who speak dialects. The shadow of the big trees rarely brings a shade of shade to those businessmen.

They sell cakes, grilled skewers, noodles... and solicitors, but they are all honest when they meet tall armed police patrols.

The chaos in the station is the most, but obviously Zhang Daoshan does not understand this.

He had a deep love for cutting cakes, and the businessman asked him to taste it in Mandarin, and Zhang Wanlin immediately grabbed him.

"Master, don't eat this thing."

"Just a small piece, I think this thing is fresh."

Zhang Daoshan is like a stubborn little old man.

"Your small piece is only a few hundred yuan."

"Didn't it say that it's only a few dozen yuan per catty?"

"Seeing is one price, and eating is another price.

Can't afford it anyway. "

Zhang Wanlin couldn't help but pulled Zhang Daoshan and left, complaining in his heart why did he bring him here.

In the morning Zhang Wanlin got up, and Zhang Daoshan kicked him over and let him go quickly. He depressed and said, "I'm going to have a blind date. Why are you so excited?"

Zhang Daoshan replied: "Guardian."

To go out, Zhang Daoshan also researched the so-called "anti-mold talisman" for the bad luck of the gods. He said that there would be no bad luck when he carried him. As a result, when he squeezed the bus, the money of the two was stolen clean. , Lianfu was also stolen by the way.

Zhang Wanlin was so angry that he had to go to the bank and take out his fund.

After buying two tickets, more than 300 yuan, the two began to wait for the train.

There are people who have been waiting for the bus a long time ago. They are either squatting or standing or sitting on the ground. Their faces are tired and their large luggage is behind them. Zhang Wanlin looks at them and feels very touched. When his spirits rushed out, why not be so embarrassed. ?

The train screamed and you could get on the train. The eyes of those waiting were glistened and swarmed over, and the two were bumping in the waves of the crowd.

Although Zhang Daoshan seems to have a lot of experience, he has actually never taken a train or other traffic. If he gets lost with Zhang Wanlin, he can only walk home.

Immediately grabbed Zhang Wanlin's new clothes.

Zhang Wanlin just bought this casual suit, and it fits and satisfies quite well. The girl who sold the clothes at the time tried to put it on and praised her handsomeness, and she had an attitude of marrying him.

Zhang Wanlin's face was full of smiles.

However, the good times did not last long.

When Zhang Wanlin desperately pulled the crowd in front of him, he heard a "hiss" sound from his back. When he looked back, Zhang Daoshan had torn a piece of the new clothes from his back forcibly. On his heart.

Zhang Daoshan stretched out his other hand to grab his clothes.

Before he could get angry, he was pushed forward involuntarily by the crowd from behind.

Neither of them knew where they were squeezing, nor how to squeeze into the car. Zhang Wanlin was only thinking about the sound of hissing and hissing along the way.

His heart became cold with the slowly bare back.

Zhang Daoshan complained later: "What kind of clothes are you, grab a piece of it."

Finding a seat is also a hassle. Some rushed back and forth, while others rushed in before they could find a seat. The rushing back and forth became a pile of people.

A policeman's cry came from the noisy voice: "Slow down, this will squeeze you to death."

Fortunately, the two of them didn't bring any large luggage, so they were packed easily.

The farmer in the front was squeezed into the wrong car and yelled: "A turtle son! I want to get off the car!"

Coming up against the current with a big bag, the people in front of him were squeezed back steadily. Zhang Wanlin was annoyed, but he couldn't squeeze. Zhang Daoshan also retreated from behind, blowing his beard and staring with anger. Before he could find a seat, he squeezed Get out of the car.

Immediately, he exerted his force and slapped Zhang Wanlin's bare back with a loud slap.

Hearing a "pop", Zhang Wanlin squeezed to the front like a supernatural power. The crowd quickly squeezed to the big man in the countryside, and he flew out directly with the heavy luggage, clinging to the car. On the board.

He cried: "A tortoise son, I just want to get out of the car..." Yes, he really doesn't want to get out of the car, so how could he get out of the car easily after getting in.

But that's how I got off the bus.

I go.

This Nima is unfair.

How could there be such a thing.

Can I be squeezed down by car, is there still Wang Fa?

Does it make sense?

right?

It is really confusing.

But no matter how you complain, it is useless.

This is the end of the matter, it can only be like this.

The seat was finally found. The two were panting and settled down. Zhang Wanlin hadn't even looked for Zhang Daoshan to calculate the account of the clothes. The policeman found him and asked, "What's the matter with your tattoo?"

Zhang Wanlin looked back and saw that the red lines seemed to burn on his bare back and stretched towards his arms. This is the characteristic of the red clothes attached to him, and it can also be said that it is the red clothes itself.

At the moment, he replied: "This is painted by a friend and can be erased."

The police officer looked suspicious and spit on his fingers and rubbed his back on his back. Zhang Wanlin didn't usually like to take a bath, let alone wash his back. With a gentle rub, he rubbed a mud ball out.

The policeman said: "You can't wipe it off at all."

The tone was quite intended to let them get out of the car for inspection.

This Nima is really disgusting.

There is no one like this, now it is.

Oh shit, really bad luck, to be honest.

It's disgusting to vomit.

Zhang Wanlin has never encountered the most disgusting thing before.

It's really depressing.

With this saliva, he will be sick for a long, long time.

Zhang Wanlin disgusted his saliva and smiled and said, "I also hope to be accommodating and accommodating."

Quietly stuffed over a hundred dollars.

The policeman hummed and said, "It is indeed painted. Put on your clothes quickly to avoid catching a cold."

Zhang Wanlin deliberately stuck his back with the backrest of the stool so that no one would see it. Now he regrets it in his heart. Why didn't he bring some clothes and keep it as a spare?

Then I regretted bringing Master over. Such a good piece of clothing was ripped apart, and a hundred yuan was posted upside down.

It's too costly, how could this happen.

Anyhow, it is hard-earned money, slowly working hard.

One hundred yuan is also a normal day's work anyway.

The train started, and the scenery outside shuttled back and forth, alternating black and white.

The time on the train seemed to be stagnant, and the people who fell asleep were in various forms, and a woman was left with a little influence on Zhang Wanlin.