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Xie Lian held the phone between his thumb and middle finger and turned around, with no expression on his face.When he finished six rounds of auspiciousness, he turned on his phone again and exited the WeChat interface.

He swayed forward on the sidewalk for a few hundred meters, and when he reached the intersection, he mechanically stopped following the crowd. When the green light turned on, he was pushed forward by the crowd, like a spray in a huge wave.After walking to a huge billboard and standing still, he used the software to hail a car, and then began to wait tediously.

The waiting time is too long.

This is strange. It just showed that the distance is less than one kilometer. Xie Lian opened the screen to take a look.Only then did I realize that the master had made a wrong turn.

Xie Lian made a phone call, "Master, where are you?"

"Oh, I made a wrong turn at the intersection!" The other side patted his thigh angrily, "Jianshe Road and Jiefang Road are so close, and there are one-way streets on both sides, I can't turn!"

"Okay, master, I understand." Xie Lian rubbed his temples, "Cancel this order, I'll call again."

He didn't know why the sense of powerlessness suddenly struck him, but he always felt that everything was not going well that day, so bad that even crows wouldn't recognize it.

He touched his cheek with his tongue, and was about to hail another car, when the action of pressing his thumb was suddenly interrupted by a yell.

"The lad can't go!"

The motorcycle was rumbling, and Xie Lian raised his eyes to see a man sitting straddling the seat with one leg resting on the curb of the bus platform, and he was raising his hand to greet him.

Xie Lian reluctantly gave him a look, and waved his hand perfunctorily.

The middle-aged man who pulled his feet refused to let go, "You tell me, where to go, my price is very fair."

"No need." Xie Lian said impatiently, holding the phone and walking to the side.

Unexpectedly, the man waved his arm boldly and said, "Come on, come on, I'll pull you for free!"

"Farewell," Xie Lian smiled, "I dare not leave now."

"Young man, just, let me tell you this, my wife divorced me, and the child, the child is with her." The man slapped his thigh hard, "You look, and my son, so, so fucking like !"

There was a lot of chanting over there, and Xie Lian was so annoyed by the chanting that he was about to leave.But he didn't take two steps and heard the sound of whimpering from behind. He looked back and saw a big man about 1.8 meters wiped his tears on the side of the street.

Xie Lian has never had any concept of family affection, which is an extremely scarce thing in his life, now seeing strangers easily revealing such strange emotions, he can't tell what it feels like.Maybe it was pity, maybe it was the curiosity, but in the end he took the helmet thrown by the man, pulled down the windshield and stepped into the back seat.

The man was very excited and chatted with him all the way, but with two helmets separated, Xie Lian couldn't hear what he was talking at all, so he had to keep using monosyllables to fool him.The man seemed to be aware of this problem. When he stopped at a traffic light intersection, he lifted his windshield, turned his head and shouted at him: "Little, young man, thank you! I feel, once again, like picking up, picking up my son. Like home!"

Xie Lian nodded, and as a special smell of alcohol drifted closer, he suddenly felt something was wrong.

"Uncle," he opened the windshield in disbelief, tugged at the back of the man's coat and said, "Have you been drinking?"

The man laughed "hehe", squeezed his thumb and index finger into a gap, and said, "A little bit, a little bit."

Xie Lian became angry all of a sudden, and shouted at the man: "If you don't want to die, can you not hurt others? Quickly step aside and leave me alone!"

The man didn't know whether he was confused or didn't hear clearly, he squinted his eyes and turned his head back.

And the traffic lights did not hear his appeal.

When the green light came on, without giving Xie Lian a second to react, the man was already fueled up and ready to charge forward.But no one expected that the car next to him would turn right at the moment when the signal light changed color, and the motorcycle should be in his blind spot.

The sound of metal, rubber rubbing against the asphalt road instantly resounded through the sky.