Chapter 291 Chapter 57: Nightmare on the Car

"Why am I not suitable for raising roses?" I asked angrily. The beggar still kept his outstretched hand, and said with a flattering smile: "My friend, I mean it. You are indeed not suitable for raising this rose. You can raise other roses, but this rose is not ordinary. You should give it to me. Bar." Just then, the bus pulled out from the station.I hurried to the bus, stepped on the pedal quickly, and sat down in a seat.This bus came at the right time, I didn't want to say a word to that beggar at all.As soon as I sat down, a hand suddenly appeared on the window glass!That hand slapped the window glass desperately, almost breaking the glass.I was so scared that I stood up quickly!

"What are you doing! You stinky beggar!" The beautiful female conductor in the car stuck her head out of the car and cursed. It turned out to be the beggar, looking at me with his friendly eyes and giving me another dirty smile.At this time the car accelerated, and the face of the beggar was far away from me.I turned my head to see that he was still standing there and waved at me desperately, not knowing whether to say goodbye to me or to ask me to get out of the car. The beautiful female conductor walked up to me, parted her lips and said, "Where are you going?" I said place.She brushed her black hair lightly, and said, "It costs four yuan to get there."

I put down the rose, opened my schoolbag and took the money.The conductor walked away, and I remembered what the beggar said.How does he know that my rose season is unusual this year?Since he knew my roses were unusual, why did he say that I was not suitable for raising them?Does he know some unknown secrets? The bus was rickety, like the cradle in which I slept when I was a child, making people feel drowsy.Soon, my eyelids were fighting and my head was getting heavy.At this time, my consciousness gradually became blurred, but the peripheral vision of my eyes was sharper than ever.Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the rose on the side staggering on the seat, as if unable to stand like a drunk alcoholic.I tried to reach out and give it a hand before it fell off the seat and broke a branch or crushed a petal.

However, at this time, I couldn't stretch out my hand freely.My hands are as soft as cotton, and I have no strength.I don't know what's wrong with me, I didn't sleep well last night, why did I get in a daze when I got in the car today?The beggar’s smile appeared in front of my eyes, and his mouth was talking. I guessed that what he said was nothing more than asking me to give him the rose, but I couldn’t hear it clearly. All I heard was the chirping of the tape recorder when it was tuned. The voices, and occasionally the laughter of many strangers, the laughter is very strange.

My nose seemed to faintly smell the smell of beggars.Is he also in this car?Impossible, I watched his figure gradually disappear through the window glass.I want to raise my head to see if there is that beggar in this car.But my head was heavy, unimaginably heavy. The car seemed to pass through a big pothole and shook a bit.My body bounced up and then fell heavily.Out of the corner of my eye, I glanced to the side, and the rose was shocked and fell down.Its branches and leaves are twitching like a child's hand!