The next morning, Lin Wanwan was sitting on the train. Under the bed were her bags and packages. She felt more at ease having them right under her nose, as they were quite valuable.
Opposite me was an old lady who was nearly 60 years old, and there was a little boy lying on the bed.
I think I am a pretty awesome fellow traveler. My child didn't make any noise and slept the whole time after getting in the car.
The old woman didn't talk to her. She just packed her things and looked out the window when she had nothing to do.
When he took out the thing, the other party just glanced at it and didn't stare at it all the time, with a greedy look in his eyes.
Lin Wanwan was very satisfied.
At noon, I went to the dining car and got a box lunch, which cost me 20 cents and included one meat dish, one vegetable dish and one serving of rice.
The little boy on the bed opposite also woke up, rubbing his eyes and leaning against the old lady.
The old lady looked at her embarrassment, "Little girl, could you please help me get a meal? I'll give you 30 cents, and the rest is yours, okay?"
I looked over in confusion. Isn't the child awake? I can just take him over to get food.
"I wonder if you know there's a disease called autism, little girl? I don't dare take my child to crowded places."
When getting on the bus, the attendant specifically let them get on first. There are still many good people in this day and age.
"Oh, then I'll go buy it for you." It's so pitiful, autism seems to be difficult to cure.
I made another trip and brought myself another meal. I could finish one, but two wouldn’t be enough to fill me up.
The food was just like the food on the train, big fatty slices of meat fried with potatoes, not tasty at all.
After he had eaten and drunk his fill, he looked up at the grandparents and grandchildren. The little boy was sitting there blankly, not moving at all.
The old lady was used to it. She ate her meal herself and occasionally fed the child a spoonful.
She used a spoon to scoop a little rice onto the lid of the lunch box, took out a small jar from her bag, poured a little sugar on the rice and handed it to the child, who ate it with great relish.
I spent the first day like this, and on the second day two more people came up and stayed on the upper bunk.
A man and a woman, both around 30 years old, were holding the hands of a little boy of three or four years old.
It was fine at the beginning, a little noisy, but not excessive, so Lin Wanwan ignored it.
Children aged three or four sometimes can't hold their urine, and we can't expect them to be like adults and not make noise or disturb others.
But as time goes by.
The naughty kid became more and more annoying. The initial excitement of getting on the bus disappeared and he started to make a lot of noise.
He is very mean and likes to touch everyone's luggage.
His parents didn't care and just chatted and laughed at the small table next to them.
If you keep tolerating, you are not a human being.
Lin Wanwan finally couldn't stand it anymore, and when he reached into her luggage, she kicked the little boy's hand away.
"Whose little thief is not tied up? He is so young and yet he does such sneaky things that are despised by everyone."
However, the little boy did not understand the curse words that required a roundabout way to understand. He only knew that he was beaten.
He sat on the ground and started howling, which made people in the next carriage unable to bear it.
The dissatisfied curse came directly.
The little boy seemed to have turned the kettle into a spirit and kept shouting.
His parents acted as if they didn't see anything. They just glared at Lin Wanwan fiercely and didn't stop her.
The little boy in the next bed began to frown, and the old lady went to discuss with the couple that it was not a big deal to do anything about the child crying like that.
The two of them gave the child a token warning, but the child remained indifferent. He spread his hands and said, "There's nothing we can do."
Seeing her grandson becoming more and more uncomfortable, huddled in a small corner with his head in his hands, the old lady's heart broke.
"Please take care of the child. It's too noisy. My grandson is not feeling well. Please understand."
The two called out the child's name indifferently, "There's nothing we can do. We can't control it. Take the child out of the car."
Lin Wanwan really couldn't stand it anymore.
My brain is going to explode from all the noise.
"Okay, if you don't care, I will." He picked up the shoes thrown by the child on the ground and stuffed them directly into the child's mouth.
"If you scream again, I'll throw you out the window. Look how fast the car is going. You'll be crushed into a pulp in no time, and then the wild dogs will eat me."
Without the slightest embarrassment of scaring the child, he glanced at the child's parents and said, "Don't have a child if you can't teach him/her well. If you can't teach him/her well, don't have a child. If you don't teach him/her well, you are unworthy of being a human being.
You don't think this comes from pampering or spoiling a child, do you? What does this have to do with the executioner? "
“We are all strangers when we go out. I am not his child, his father or his mother. Why should I spoil him?
When one day he gets murdered outside, you will know how to teach him a lesson, right? "
With a sinister smile, he picked up the child's feet and walked to the window, "This is the first time, don't blame me for being rude and throwing it down the second time.
If you don't teach him how to be a good person, don't blame others for teaching him how to be a good person."
Seeing their son suffer, the two men finally lost their leisurely attitude and wanted to come up and beat Lin Wanwan.
"Let my son go. Why are you so vicious? My child just made a little noise, didn't he? But he's still a child. What's wrong with being more tolerant?
You actually threatened him and beat him, you are not a human being, you beast."
The woman was crying, sobbing and snotting as she spoke, as if Lin Wanwan was really some unforgivable villain.
But what exactly happened? No one is blind or deaf. The child's scream could be heard in five or six carriages around. Is that considered a bit noisy?
This wasn't in their carriage. If it were, he would have been slapped in the face.
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