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    Picking up the underwear on the floor, walked into the bathroom and threw it into the washing machine. After looking at the several pairs of underwear in the washing machine, he decided to press the button for washing. It was time to wash.

    When I walked to the living room, I saw the message they left for me, "Meal-refrigerator"

    I sighed, I don't know how long this kind of life will last.  In the past 20 days, my parents only gave one call to say that I would come back later.

    Opened the closet, took a look, there were three shirts, two undershirts, there seemed to be few clothes that could be worn by people, I rummaged again and found the green plaid shirt that Wei Wei gave me, thinking about it  few seconds.

    I don't know where she is doing now.

    After putting on the green plaid shirt Wei Wei bought for me, I planned to go out for a stroll.  I opened the drawer and took some coins, and suddenly I wanted to take the subway.  Every time I just sit on the subway or bus, I will fall asleep easily. I have been creating in front of the computer at night these days, so the quality of sleep is not very good, so taking the subway is just to find a place to sleep.

    "Woo¡ª¡ª"

    ? When the subway approached the station, it slapped the cold air in the subway station on my face, making my pores that were opened by the hot weather feel a burst of coolness.  It is another 38-degree high temperature day, and Shanghai can belong to the sixth largest stove in China.  I picked a seat near the door and sat down because there was a handle to rest my head on. I have been admiring this very user-friendly design.

    The subway started slowly, and the inside of the carriage was a little deserted as usual due to the terminal station, so I took out the earphones and stuffed them into my ears.  I like to plug earphones in noisy places to avoid noisy voices, and I feel that I am an alternative.  According to the current fashion trend, more young people like to listen to some rap or rock songs, and they are all foreign songs.  My foreign language level has been hovering below the passing level since elementary school. If it is not for the modern high-tech communication equipment that allows me to pass every English test, my high school life may be five years or more.  .  And because in my academic career, the English teacher has the most severe corporal punishment system and the worst temper, so I also reject the two terms English teacher and English.  In my eyes, there is no difference between an English teacher and a Jap.  And I have always felt that China is a country that accounts for 1/4 of the world's population, and if it continues to develop in this state, it will sooner or later become the world of Chinese people, and learning Mandarin well is the most sensible choice.  I don't understand many foreign songs, so I don't listen to them.  I admit that I am a person who does not keep up with trends.

    Listening to Jacky Cheung's "I'm Really Hurt", a tear flowed from the corner of my eye.  I am also very confused about myself. As a big man, I often cry when I listen to sad love songs or touching movies, or even just a warm word. The only explanation I can think of is that the hormones in my body are very  Well-developed, so the lacrimal gland is also very developed, so it will secrete tears after a little stimulation. This is also the result of my hard thinking and meditation from my full beard.

    "Mom, the uncle on the other side is crying. Our teacher said that boys should not cry." A little boy in his mother's arms on the opposite side pointed at me and said.

    I felt a little embarrassed for a while, and then smiled wryly at the little boy.

    "Uncle didn't cry, it's just that sand got into his eyes." His mother came to help me smooth things over, and then gave me an embarrassed smile, "I'm sorry, master, children are not sensible."

    I felt even more embarrassed now, bent down and said to the little boy, "Uncle, it's not crying, it's just watery eyes. People will be suppressed due to external reasons. If you are suppressed for a long time, you will always feel sad, sad, sad."  It is necessary to vent your feelings, and crying is the best way to vent your feelings. Therefore, boys can also cry, and it is not a shameful thing." I showed a confident smile to the little boy.

    In fact, I have always been disgusted by people who put forward the fallacy that boys should not cry. My Buddha said: All living beings are equal.  So men and women should have the same power, so why is it cute when a girl cries, but disgusting when a boy cries?  But my Buddha is only a myth after all, it does not exist, even if he exists, isn't the female Bodhisattva known to the public only Guanyin?  Among the rest of the bodhisattvas, those with a relatively high appearance rate are also men.  Therefore, the inequality between men and women still exists, and people have to face the reality.

    The vibrating subway on the track made me a little tired, so I decided to take a nap for a while.  In fact, I am used to being called uncle.  As early as in the third grade of primary school, my grandfather said that the soft-shelled turtle was very nutritious and very nourishing to the body, so my mother saw that I was just growing my head and bought one for me a week.  It is 5 centimeters long, and I was a head taller than my classmates when I was in the fourth grade. Since then, I have been recognized as a?I'm a high school student.  After reading the newspapers, I found out that now that many soft-shelled turtles are bred faster, I give them auxin, so I also eat auxin indirectly.

    I feel that in a few years I will almost become a grandfather.

    In a daze, I felt that someone pushed me twice and kept calling my name, and I slowly opened my eyes.

    It was that familiar face.

    The drowsiness disappeared all of a sudden, and the person suddenly woke up, "Where have you been these few days?"

    "You still have the nerve to say that you don't come to me." She put her hands on her waist, pursed her lips, and kicked me desperately.

    I could feel her exerting force, but she didn't feel any pain at all, maybe because she was a little excited after seeing Wei Wei.  "By the way, why are you here?"

    "If you don't come to me, then I can only come to you."

    "Then how do you know I'm here?"

    Wei Wei didn't answer my question, she smiled mysteriously, then opened her mouth with her little finger, pulled the corners of her eyes with her index finger, and stuck out her tongue, "Because, I'm a little witch, haha, are you afraid?"  Then he shook his head twice.

    At this time, the people in the car all turned their heads to stare at us, and two old women dressed in exactly the same clothes walked out from the crowd. I took a closer look and found that they even looked exactly the same, and even had the same number of wrinkles.

    Wei Wei suddenly burst into tears, quickly hid behind me, I tensed up my nerves, and held Wei Wei's hand, "What's wrong with you?" But Wei Wei still kept crying.

    The two old women came behind Wei Wei at some point, one of them hugged Wei Wei, and the other shook me and Wei Wei's tight hands away.  The old woman who carried Wei Wei took out a gun from the windbreaker, fired a shot at the carriage and made a big hole, then jumped out of the carriage with Wei Wei.  I rushed up and grabbed an old woman's shoulder, but she just gave me a slight backhand throw, and I lost my center of gravity and fell to the ground.

    All of a sudden they were nowhere to be seen, only a slight voice was heard in the distance, "Ye Xiao! Help me!" All the passengers on the carriage turned into the appearance of the old woman, and rushed towards me in the dark.  I pushed away a few old women, and then another group rushed forward. I was pressed to the ground and had no room to fight back. I used all my strength to shout to the place where it disappeared slightly.

    "Wei Wei!"

    The people in the carriage looked at me like aliens, and looked around. There was no old woman, and the carriage was intact.  When I realized that I was dreaming just now, my face turned red all of a sudden.

    "Mom, this uncle is so strange." The former child threw himself into his mother's arms.  The young woman smiled awkwardly.

    I was panting heavily, thinking back to that strange dream just now, wondering what this dream was going to reveal to me?  Are aliens about to invade Earth?  Or does it indicate that the status of the elderly in China will further improve?

    A hand stretched out from my right side and wiped the sweat off my nose. I looked in that direction, it wasn't the old woman, it was w.

    w smiled at me, this is different from the usual smile, usually w only has a faint smile, and it is always when someone tells a very bad joke, just to save face, but today  I can see that w is somewhat back to the way it used to be.  Pure, cute, innocent, anyway, all the beautiful words in the universe can't describe the status of this smile in my heart.

    "Why are you here?"

    "If you don't come to me, then I can only come to you."

    "Then how do you know I'm here?"

    W didn't answer my question, she smiled mysteriously, then opened her mouth with her little finger, pulled the corners of her eyes with her index finger, and stuck out her tongue, "Because, I'm a little witch, haha, are you afraid?"  Then he shook his head twice.

    "Afraid afraid" I felt that I was afraid from the bottom of my heart.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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