"This is my seat. If you want a berth, buy it yourself. Don't try to take advantage of me just because I'm your boss!"
"Hey, you idiot, how can you talk like that? You just curse me when you open your mouth. What do you mean by taking up your seat? This berth should be given to people in need. I'm taking care of a child and I need it. Give it to me!" The old lady was unreasonable.
The people who got on the bus looked at the third brother, some were amused, some laughed at him, and some just wanted to watch the fun.
"Your mouth is like a fucking catfish spitting seeds, your hair is a mess, and your face is covered with spots. Your brain has been filled with water, you have raised fish, toads have jumped, and donkeys have walked by! Why would I give you my shop for nothing? You have cerebellar atrophy, your brain has stopped developing, you have hemiplegia, and you are paralyzed all over. Only your eyeballs can move. I'm giving it to you!" The third brother's mouth was like a suppository, spraying out non-stop.
The old lady was almost mad at being scolded, thinking that she had been in the martial arts world for decades, and this was the first time she was scolded by a young man. When she saw that the seat was occupied by a young man, she was secretly happy in her heart, because the young man was shy, and she could have taken the seat with just a few words from him, but she didn't expect to meet someone who could scold people even more than her.
"You little bastard, your mouth is full of shit. How dare you scold me? You have secured this position today! Let me see what you can do to me!" The old lady pinched her waist.
"Go ahead, take it as you like!" The third brother smiled evilly, staring at the child on the bed.
The old lady blocked the child behind her and said, "What are you doing? Don't look at my grandson!"
"That's my seat, I can watch if I want!" The uneasy look in the third brother's eyes made the people who brought their children to watch the fun shiver all over, and they quickly hugged their children and returned to their bunks.
The old lady was also a little scared, but she pretended to be calm and said, "If you dare to hit my child, I will report it to the police!"
The third child laughed and sat in the aisle seat. Zhao Xiaochuan climbed onto the middle bunk and stared at the child.
The old man sat on the bunk opposite the old lady and smiled at the child.
The old lady hugged the child tightly and stared at the three people nervously, "I'm going to call the police! You are human traffickers!"
The three of them all laughed and didn't say anything.
The old lady was really scared, she picked up her child and ran, "Police, police, there are human traffickers here!"
The old man sat back on his bed, threw the torn flour bag under the bunk, and lay down directly. It was already past nine o'clock and he was sleepy.
The third child stuffed the bag he was carrying under the old man's bed and climbed onto the upper bunk.
After a while, the old lady came over with the train attendant and said, "They are the human traffickers!" The old lady pointed at the three of them.
"Show your tickets," the conductor said to the three people.
The three people cooperated very well and took out their tickets from their pockets and gave them to the conductor. The conductor saw that there was nothing wrong with their tickets, so he asked, "This lady said you are human traffickers?"
"My dear, it is illegal to falsely accuse a human being. Who are we trafficking? Just this lady, with wrinkles on her face deeper than her buttocks, yellow teeth, bad breath, and rusty armpits. She opens her mouth and you'd think there's been a corpse in her mouth! No one wants the change. Which human trafficker is so stupid as to traffick like this? It would be a waste of money!" After Zhao Xiaochuan finished speaking, the onlookers nearby laughed. This guy, who looks fair and innocent, has a very poisonous mouth.
Conductor...although you are telling the truth, please be more subtle!
"They want to sell my grandson!" The old lady glared at the third child viciously.
"I'm sorry, ma'am. Look at your grandson. Don't blame me for being mean. He's crooked, whining, and stupid. He looks like a primitive man who hasn't evolved. He doesn't have any energy at all. I don't listen to you. Even human traffickers have to be selective when kidnapping people. Which one in this car is better than yours?"
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