Weak beauty o dribbling the ball to find his wife

Because of standing for more than half an hour, when Mu Xing walked slowly to the old station for the departure to the countryside, his waist became so sore that it was hard to ignore.

The village she lives in is so remote that there is only one bus per week, and most of them are older people. Mu Xing sat and waited with them, leaning against the wall weakly, rubbing his waist gently with his hands, and looked listless than the old people. Still depressed.

Because there is a bus every week, there are a lot of people on the bus every time, and it is full.

When Mu Xing came to the city, he was late and there was no seat. At that time, Xiaodou Sprout was still very young and hadn't been found. He stood there for four or five hours. Although it was uncomfortable, luckily nothing happened.

But this time was different. Originally, she had surgery two weeks ago, and Xiaodou Sprout was not stable for four months. In addition to the bumpy road, she couldn't guarantee that she wouldn't feel uncomfortable even if she was sitting.

In order to be at the top of the queue and buy a ticket to get on the train, Che Muxing came to wait in the morning for the afternoon train.

As soon as the conductor appeared, a group of aunts and uncles pushed forward, and Mu Xing, who was at the front, carefully protected his stomach, thinking of giving up.

There will be a lot of people, and there will be a lot of people in the car, just like now, you swear at each other and squeeze, and your body exudes a strong decaying smell of old people, like rotting vegetation in the mud after the rain.

Worried that Little Bean Sprout would be hurt by them, she slowly moved towards the periphery of the crowd following the evasion mentality.

The simple ticket office built by a plastic shed was almost overturned by the voices of people, "Hey, what are you stepping on me for?" "Don't push! Don't push!" "I came first!" "Steal something! There is a thief !"

These noisy noises surrounded Mu Xing's ears, like needles piercing her aching heart.

So sad.

A nauseous feeling rose in my stomach, because of the various smells in the crowd, the leek-flavored dumplings for breakfast, the pork intestines fried in oil for lunch, the greasy hair that hadn’t been washed for many days, the smell of sweat and damp water on the clothes.

Her head was dizzy, and what she thought of at this moment was actually the faint woody fragrance, which gently comforted all the discomfort, and held her and Little Bean Sprout in her arms.

"Quiet, don't squeeze, don't squeeze!" The conductor held a loudspeaker, and the soaring voice shook the scene immediately.

After the panic, the crowd murmured like a swarm of insects flapping their wings.

"Whoever makes a fuss and intentionally jumps in the queue will not be able to get on the bus." The conductor said with his arms akimbo.

"Why!"

"Who said we're jumping in line? I'm already here."

"It's a skill to be able to squeeze in!"

Mu Xing withdrew from the crowd, sat on the bench in shock and adjusted his breathing, put his hands on his stomach, and comforted Xiaodou Sprout, who was also frightened.

Tickets are no longer available.

What should I do next?

Mu Xing felt that he was useless.

"Buy one by one, and whoever makes trouble get out of here." The conductor commanded ferociously, mercilessly pushing away those who jumped in line, and resolutely refused to sell tickets to them.

He is serious about it.

After realizing this, the group of old men and women who were scourges in Mu Xing's eyes turned into well-behaved kindergarten children in an instant, muttering and complaining softly while watching the conductor's reaction, obediently queuing up to buy tickets.

"Little girl." The conductor picked up the loudspeaker again and shouted out of the crowd, "The little girl at the front of the row, come quickly."

Mu Xing didn't know that he was calling him, and still lowered his head in a very depressed mood.

"Little girl." The conductor's voice was getting closer, he was walking towards him, Mu Xing raised his head after realizing it.

"Why didn't you buy it?" He put down the loudspeaker and stood in front of Mu Xing, a very ordinary middle-aged male beta.

Mu Xing turned his head to look at the long queue, and explained in a low voice, "I can't buy tickets anymore."

Quite aggrieved.

The conductor has a daughter, who is about her age, not as well-behaved as Mu Xing, and she is a great devil who can turn the world upside down.

"What, it's okay." The conductor patted her on the shoulder in relief, using very light force, which was different from the old man who was yelling loudly at the old lady just now, "I saw you waiting here so long ago."

The conductor tore a ticket from his pocket, "Here."

Just as Mu Xing took it and was about to thank him, there was a commotion in the crowd behind him. In order to tell who was in front, two elderly people fought fiercely. You clawed and punched each other, like some kind of conflict sparked, and the crowd became noisy again. What? You stepped on my foot and now I have to pay it back", a bit of kindness and resentment were all mixed together.

"Everyone stop!" The conductor turned around and rushed into the crowd, one by one in each hand, separating the two people who were fighting in pairs.

Mu Xing looked down at the ticket, saw a few wrinkles, and stretched out his hand to smooth them out.

The conductor tidied up the crowd, and gave tickets one by one. There were only a dozen tickets for sitting, and after they were sold out soon, they sold a dozen more for standing. .

The bus is a very ordinary or even a little behind-the-scenes long-distance bus. The seats are not comfortable. The plastic chairs are hard. Mu Xing sits at the back by the window. .

There is only one seat in her row, and there is an aisle next to her. There are a few old people standing there, standing steadily and vigorously, much better than Mu Xing, who is pale and uncomfortable, curled up in a chair.

There were very few young people on the bus, except for Mu Xing, all of them were standing. Some of them didn't get tickets, and some of them offered to give up to old people who couldn't stand.

Only Mu Xing was sitting, as if he was very ignorant.

The old man standing next to Mu Xing thought so.

"Some young people nowadays." He glanced at Mu Xing meaningfully, "I really don't know how to respect the old and love the young."

He drew his tone long, his old voice was as rough as sandpaper, and it sounded harsh.

The old lady next to him echoed a few words, but Mu Xing had a severe headache and couldn't hear clearly.

"Hey, the world is getting worse, the world is getting worse." He squeezed in front of Mu Xing, his body smelled of aging, mixed with the greasy smell of food, and the smell of pepper water.

Mu Xing was already a little motion sick, and had been trying not to vomit, but suddenly his face was smothered by the oncoming smell, and he stood up covering his mouth and squeezed towards the car window.

She stuck her head out of the car window, the car swayed up and down on the muddy road, and the drizzle of rain fell on her body, as if to comfort Mu Xing who was suffering all over.

No one cared about her except the rain.

After throwing up, they managed to feel a little better. The crowd huddled together indifferently. They only moved symbolically when Mu Xing moved forward carefully, but they were still in place.

When she returned to the last row of seats, she was almost exhausted, her waist was sore, and she couldn't use any strength in her legs. She just wanted to sit down and take a good rest.

But when she looked at the seat, the old man was sitting in her seat, looking at ease.

When he saw Mu Xing coming back, he raised his eyebrows proudly at her.

Mu Xing stood in a daze for a long time before finally reacting.

She was very afraid to communicate with such an unfriendly old man, her yellow eyes were full of disgust, and the eyes she looked at were not friendly.

But standing like this for five hours, she and Xiaodou Sprout couldn't take it anymore.

Mu Xing plucked up the courage to walk in front of the old man, took a light breath as if courageous, "I'm sorry."

Her voice is still so small, it is obvious that she is the one who is right.

"This is my seat."

The old man laughed contemptuously the second she had just finished speaking, as if he had heard some big joke.

He yelled: "Your seat? Why is it your seat? It has your name written on it? You say it is? Can you agree to it by calling it? I still say it's mine, can you control it?"

Mu Xing was so frightened that he took two steps back, holding the armrest with one hand, and the other wanted to protect his lower abdomen, but suppressed this impulse, not daring to let him find out that he was pregnant.

If he was found out, he would definitely insult Little Bean Sprout sharply like now.

Because there is never an alpha by his side, Mu Xing will always be found out to be an out-of-wedlock conceived...a ridiculous fool who is not even considered a mistress.

Just like now, which alpha would let his wife and children sit alone on this crowded, messy, long-distance bus?

"But..." Mu Xing wanted to say something and asked the old man to return the seat to her, but she didn't know what to do. Ever since she was a child, she always silently backed down when encountering such things.

But little bean sprouts......

"But what's the matter." The old man waved away people like flying flies, "Don't stand in front of me, it's annoying to watch."

Mu Xing dodged his waving hand, staggered back to the other side, the wall closed again, and he couldn't even see the domineering old man sitting in his own seat.

"I didn't grab it, no wonder others." Another old man who was sitting witnessed the whole process, but just said so.

Mu Xing was so exhausted that she could hardly stand still, but she didn't even have room to faint. There was only one place for her to stand when there were so many people standing together.

Fortunately, the person standing next to her was not an elderly person, nor did she have that strange and unpleasant smell. It was a tall female alpha, holding a pole with one hand, dressed in black, and wearing a baseball cap to cover her face tightly. Seeing that Mu Xing's eyes turned back unintentionally, he lowered the brim of his hat as if avoiding it.

Mu Xing just glanced at it carelessly, then quickly retracted his gaze, braced his body, bit his lip and stood, bending his back slightly to relieve the discomfort, but unfortunately it didn't help.

When I first sat down, I only felt that the car was shaking up and down a bit uncomfortable, but I didn't know that when I was standing, the shaking became so violent that it was still difficult for Mu Xing to maintain his balance while holding the pull ring with both hands.

She felt nauseous again from being shaken, and Xiaodou Sprout should also feel very uncomfortable, her stomach throbbed in pain.

After standing for less than 5 minutes, a double image appeared in front of Mu Xing's eyes, the crowded crowd turned into a vast expanse of whiteness, and the scenery blurred by the drizzle outside the window became even more blurred.

She shook her head, thinking not to faint.

Hold on, and you'll be fine when you get home.

Can eat nutritious meals, can wear warm clothes, even if curled up in the quilt and don't care about anything, can survive well.

There was a fork in front, and the car suddenly turned a corner. Everyone standing there held on to the rings to maintain their balance, but Mu Xing, who was delirious, fell to the side weakly along with inertia.

The author has something to say: the editor said that he is very busy, so he will reply to me later.

Is this rejected? Huh, huh, huh.

Rejected by different routes T﹏T

Opened the advance payment!

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