Men can't say no, and women can't say it casually. - Zhang Deshuai's quotation

Saturday, July 30, 2011

As soon as we went out, we saw a guy in uniform waiting for us at the door. She bent down at the door like a shrimp standing at the door. However, her waist is so thick that you don't know where the dividing line between her upper body and lower body is.

She saw the four of us come out, and her smile filled her fat face: "I'm sorry, sir, according to the regulations, we have to check the tickets first."

Wen Xiaoqiang slowly handed over the ticket. She held the ticket in her hand, looked carefully, then handed it back with both hands, put on a charming posture, and said with a smile, "I wish you a pleasant journey." Next was the sloppy. When I and Sa came up, she saw that we didn't have anything in our hands and asked with a melted smile, "Sir, where are your tickets?" When she heard me that we were sloppy, her face melted from ice and snow to warm and cold. Her cold eyes directly penetrated my nine wolf shirts and stroked every inch of my skin coolly. Her face was covered with black clouds and said angrily, "No ticket, how dare you come without a ticket!" After saying that, she took out a small stick and raised it. It seemed that it was to let us know what a tigress is and a tiger.

He squeezed forward and said with a smile, "You see, we are really here to give away. It's convenient for you to raise your hand. We will treat your great kindness as a knot. After saying that, he grabbed her hand affectionately. This move was really smart. Regardless of this hand, her stick slowly fell down from mid-air, and her face also returned from the warm and cold to the friendly smiles of comrades. Her hand pulled out of her hand, but a few paper corners appeared in her curled hand and withdrew it back into her pocket. She said with a smile, "You said you were here to give away. But now the inspection is strict, and now you can't get on the bus without a ticket. Well, I'll ask them to issue two luggage tickets and deliver them to you later.

Thinking of her bad attitude and her heavy figure just now, she scolded connotically: "If Tang Taizong eats Tang Monk, you will also be a beautiful woman." This is a euphemistic curse. Dear, there is a hint ahead. Take your time first. If you don't understand for the time being, please leave a message to Zhang Deshuai in the book review, dear.)

She seemed to hear something behind her and asked harshly, "What did you just say?"

"He said you are also a beautiful woman." I only told her the second half of my sentence. There was no sound behind him. Women like men to praise her for her beauty, whether it's little Lori or a woman they don't know well. Anyway, when you see women, they are called beautiful women, regardless of age. But if you praise people, you should also praise them a little. If a woman is not beautiful, she will praise her good figure. If she has a bad figure, she will praise her temperament. If she has a bad temperament, she will praise her inner beauty. If she is an airport, she will praise you like a person in the painting. What kind of Picasso's abstract painting; if it is Sister Feng, you will praise whether your father threw you 6 times when she was a child. , only caught 2 times. Anyway, the woman wants to praise her and opens the lock, whether it is the lock in her heart or the lock in her body.

Seeing the white car lying quietly on the tracks, I felt that I could not keep up with the pace of the world and was OUT. The result of a man's small step is that it is easy to squeeze into the egg, which causes the varicocele (harmonious) varicocele.

This is not the legendary EMU. And in the underworld, I caught the bullet train again. If there is another "this can only be said to be a miracle of life", wouldn't I explain it here? At that time, I will find someone to pay for compensation. Isn't I more pitiful than Dou E than little Yiyi?

At this time, a conductor came to us. He didn't do much, but quietly stuffed something into his hand when he didn't care about his mistake. Needless to say, it should be the two luggage tickets given by the same thick guy just now. When he surpassed us, he didn't look back and said, "Follow me."

He went all the way to the middle of the train before he stopped. He stood in front of the open car door and made up his way to check our tickets.

They all got into the car. I grabbed the conductor's hand and asked him anxiously, "Is there a middle seat, do you know?"

The conductor was stunned at first, but he immediately reacted, smiled at me knowingly and replied, "Don't worry about this. We'll have a car. In addition, the VIP carriage is in the middle, the safest place. It seems that this conductor's business level is very good. He not only has good understanding, but also knows how to comfort people.

His answer reassured me a lot. However, I still asked with some worry, "Will Mr. Lei be regarded as a temporary worker in the underworld?"

"You can rest assured that the underworld has never thundered and has no Lei Gong's business. All right, get in the car quickly. It will be crowded in a while. After saying that, he smiled professionally at me. This smile has a very soul-stabilizing effect, which makes my hanging heart fall back into my stomach lightly.

Think about it again, I have even taken a real bullet train. What's so terrible in the world? I gritted my teeth, closed my eyes, stamped my feet, and boarded the train majestically.

As soon as I entered the VIP carriage, my eyes lit up. Spacious seats, comfortable sofas, and the warm environment. Miao Ruyun didn't come this time, which was really a big loss. I sat on the sofa and bumped a few times. This softness, this bump, this feel, no more.

I knelt on the sofa and looked at Wen Xiaoqiang. As soon as Wen Xiaoqiang got on the bus, he closed his eyes and took care of his mind. Maybe all this is unfair to him now. Have you seen any city director still riding a bullet train? Regardless, he looked at Wen Xiaoqiang with an excited face, and his face was full of happiness. For him, he can usually shake hands with people like Wen Xiaoqiang without washing his hands for a month, and this time he can also have close contact with Wen Xiaoqiang. I don't know which is the blessing of his life. And what about the sloppy? I saw him turning around in the carriage, moving that, stabbing this, being curious about everything, and seeing everything fresh. Even if his hand was burned by hot water, he still looked excited, but he came back and asked me with a puzzled face: "Where did the hot water come from? Didn't you see the tea room?" It turns out that he has only been in a coal-burning green car in his life. Sloppy, you are really a migrant worker among the demon destroyers and a country bumpkin among ghosts.

The sloppy ghost has been nagging here and asking there. He is now entering the five-star cadre ward, looking at everything fresh and curious about everything. At first, I explained to him that the boiling water burns electricity, not coal; the table is a bar, in which you can put wine; the steel pipe behind the table is not a pillar, and it has many uses. You can lean on it or invite someone to dance. Later, I didn't bother to explain and closed my eyes. Later, the sloppy looked at my lack of interest in his question and stopped asking. A person was thinking about something there and giggled for a while. Later, I couldn't stand it anymore, so I changed my seat. I can't afford to provoke you. I can always hide.

After a while, a noisy sound woke me up from closing my eyes. When I opened my eyes, I saw a dark crowd running from a distance. If everyone has big and small bags, carrying bedding, woven bags and nylon bags, I really think the Spring Festival travel rush will come early.

As soon as they got on the car, the carriage suddenly became lively. Some beat children, some scolded there, some said that they were squeezed pregnant, and some were shouting which one touched her buttocks... The sound squeezed in restlessly through the crack of the door and bumped around in the carriage, like a naughty child, getting into my ears. Twisting and struggling...

I looked up and saw a guy sticking to the glass of the door. His whole body was attached to it, his face was deformed, and his neck was about to be broken. He laboriously raised his left hand and straightened his head. His left hand was almost broken. His intestines flowed out of his stomach, but he was always happy with me. Which guy is so miserable?

When I walked over and opened the door, a great force rushed me aside. Many people poured in through the door, like waves. Which guy's neck finally didn't withstand the impact this time. His head floated out of his neck in a graceful posture, landed on the ground, and was kicked around by a group of people. He groped on the ground, but suffered from no head and could see anything. He just touched randomly on the ground and shouted, "Who saw my head?" Which one saw my head?" But his weak voice had already been scattered by the sound rushing in from the door, and no one cares about him.

I saw Wen Xiaoqiang open his eyes, looked at the group of people coldly, closed his eyes and turned his head. Regardless, he will also turn his body sideways and make a posture of vowing to protect the leader.

When the conductor heard the noise in the carriage, he came out of the lounge and shouted loudly, driving away the unknowns who rushed in. However, he was wrapped around by this group of people. He saw that he was not the opponent of this group of people with his bare hands at all, so he went back. When he comes out again, there will be an iron bar in his hand.

I saw him dancing the iron bar majestically in the crowd, just like Zhao Yun and Zhao Zilong in Changbanpo, facing these teeth and claws. As long as it was in front of him, he beat him back. In this way, the crowd slowly withdrew from the carriage.

With no head on the ground and groping for his head that he didn't know where he was kicked. The conductor knocked hard behind his back, kicked him a few times, and scolded, "Get out of here quickly."

I really couldn't stand it. I grabbed the conductor's raised arm again and kindly persuaded him: "He is a friend of mine. We met here, and we talked about the past. As you know, it is a great pleasure in life to meet old friends in the underworld.

The conductor raised his eyebrows and looked at me and recognized me as a passenger in this carriage. He snorted in his nose, turned around and closed the car again, telling me, "Look, don't let the door open again."

The train finally started, and we ran to the Naihe Bridge, and there was a bowl of fragrant Meng Po soup by the bridge...

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