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Chapter 28 (28)

whose hormones are flying 三蛮 1240Words 2018-03-13
If you had a nose as good as a dog's, you'd be sure to get hundreds of different smells on that train. Opposite me was a man who looked like he had been on the train for many years. This guy showed extreme adaptability to the harsh environment on the train as soon as he got on the train.With his left hand holding his dirty big feet, his right hand continuously pumps greasy meat and beer into his mouth. While chewing forcefully, he loses no time in chatting with everyone around him. We made friendly gestures, and when it was my turn, I waved my hands with a smile on my face like everyone else, and even said "Thank you!"

There are more or less unoccupied passengers in the aisle, some stand and watch others play cards intently, some lean on the back of the chair and smoke desperately to waste time, some are so sleepy from the smoke that they simply sit On the ground, the flight attendant pushed the car piled up with junk food and shuttled back and forth like thorns and thorns. The sleepy people on the ground had to struggle again and again to get up and complain to make way for the "tank". In this life, I really have to suffer for any crime!" Every time a food truck runs over the crowd, an old man next to me always shows great interest in one or several wine and meat dishes on the truck, but the old woman next to him always shows great disgust And looked at the old man with hatred. Most of the old men had to give up their own ideas, but sometimes they would buy one or two items in order to correct their image, and of course they would choose the cheapest tofu. Dried mustard or something.

I was actually a well-known sloppy and vulgar person in school, but I didn't expect that here, I would still appear inappropriately unhappy and self-admired, making others look like a cultured intellectual, which made me really fucking I was very embarrassed and frustrated, just like those prostitutes who wandered the streets were mistaken for overly gorgeously dressed women from a good family. In the middle of the night, I was in pain, changing various positions on the seat in the limited space and fell asleep half-dream and half-awake. Suddenly, there was a loud shout and noise in the car. I woke up and looked up at my luggage, and then looked to the other side On the lookout, it was a group of crazy gamblers dressed as migrant workers shouting desperately, surrounded by a group of small gamblers watching the game red-eyed, all of them were shouting in a local dialect, and they only understood after asking It's "One shot to death! One shot to death!"

The noise lasted for a few minutes, and the crowd gradually dispersed. When I looked up, there was only a man in a dirty suit lying on the table crying loudly.After a while, a policeman "arrived after hearing the news" and took away the suit. The train oil guy opposite told me that this idiot must be in bad luck, and he might have to be locked up for a few days if he was cheated of money.Only then did I fully wake up and feel that the society is dangerous. It turned out that those who shouted fiercely just now must be the same group of "caregivers", but I didn't see it at all. "Is the train police fake?", I asked the old oilman, "They! Is there any difference between the real ones and the fake ones?" I didn't expect this annoying train oilman to say such a philosophy if.

48 hours turned out to be such a cruel concept. I was dying in it. I even made a deep review and summary of what I did in the first half of my life, but there was still more than half of the time left with nothing to do. Without sleeping pills, I had to use them all to imagine the beauty after seeing Yang Hong. In such a dirty and harsh environment, I can easily get an erection anytime, anywhere, which is enough to show my youth and imagination. When my brand new white T-shirt was completely smudged to dark yellow by the smoke in the car, the announcer made a report: Passengers, please pay attention, the next stop of this bus is coming to Shanghai soon.

Only scientists who participated in the first successful atomic bomb test in New China can understand my mood at this moment. Everyone else is talking nonsense, including the hydrogen bomb later.
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