C232 Being Old and Not Dying Is a Thief
C232 Being Old and Not Dying Is a Thief
The prerequisite was that they were not in a hurry.
Thinking that it was still early to go to class, Ye Hong brought Xian all the way from the northern suburbs to the county town on foot.
Along the way, maple leaves drifted down, dyeing the autumn of the Southern Nation golden.
Looking at Xian's little figure jumping around in the fallen leaves, Ye Hong's mood seemed to have been affected and became happy.
However, this scene disappeared the moment he entered the county town.
There was a lot of traffic and smoke. It became the main theme. It was as if they had stepped into the mortal world from a utopia all of a sudden.
Xian pouted dejectedly and followed Ye Hong gloomily.
Ye Hong's heart skipped a beat. He suddenly smiled and said, Xian, have you ever taken a bus?"
"A bus?" Xian bit her finger and shook her head.
In her previous life, either Cai Jiannan took her to the bus or Cai Heng took her on foot.
Other than Cai Jiannan's silver BMW, Xian had never taken any other means of transportation.
"Then I'll take you to the bus today!"
"Okay, okay!" Xian clapped her hands and cheered.
The bus stop in the morning was already full of people who were ready to go to school.
This was only a county town. If it was a provincial capital like Bailu City, the bus stop would have stopped long ago.
Even so, seeing so many black masses of people breathing the messy air around them all at once, Xian still frowned somewhat uncomfortably.
Ye Hong could not help but regret bringing Xian to sit on the bus.
Xian's discomfort gradually disappeared after getting on the bus.
Curiosity gained the upper hand in her heart. She saw Xian looking around in the car like a curious baby.
"Elder Brother Ye Hong, is that uncle the bus driver? That's amazing. He controls such a big car alone!"
"Elder Brother Ye Hong, what do you mean by up and down?"
"Elder Brother Ye Hong..."
Ye Hong frowned as he looked at Xian's question.
There was not a single empty seat in the crowded car, so Ye Hong could only stand and hold Xian's hand tightly.
While he was observing the environment, there was a commotion not far away.
The noise was from a dark and thin old man and a young beauty with a pair of glasses and a ponytail.
"Hurry up and give way to me! I'm an old man!"
The black and thin elder roared at the young woman in his position, spitting out a string of filthy words.
The young woman's face was pale, and a layer of fine cold sweat appeared on her forehead.
She explained in pain and grievance: "Sir, I've told you many times that I'm not feeling well today. ..." "
"Who knows if you're faking it? Hurry up and get out of the way, or I'll expose you, a person who doesn't respect the elderly and loves the young, onto the Internet!"
The young woman was both angry and anxious as she looked around for help.
However, the crowd looked at them coldly. No one stood out.
Ye Hong frowned and looked on coldly.
Anyone with discerning eyes could see that this woman was ill, but this old man was not going to let her go. He was rude and unreasonable.
Moreover, this old man's cursing voice was extremely loud and clear, and his movements were nimble. No matter how one looked at it, he was not someone who needed to give her a space.
This kind of person was the typical example of an old man who didn't die but was a thief. He always used morals to kidnap others.
However, Ye Hong wasn't a person who was overflowing with compassion, so he didn't have any intention of standing up for this woman.