Chapter 9 No Ji Tailai
When Mo Jingchun looked at him in shock and before he could react, Chen Junqiang pulled Mo Jingchun's scratched hand up.
“Take it!”
Looking at what the police put into his hand, Mo Jingchun was in a daze, but soon came back to his senses.
Mo Jingchun's face turned red and his cheeks were hot, and he quickly returned the red and green stuff in his hand to the police.
There were wrinkled sheets of fifty and one hundred dollars, some of which looked like they were wrapped in starch.
"Uncle policeman, you really don't need it."
"Take it, it's not much, just a little thought of mine." As he spoke, Chen Junqiang blocked Mo Jingchun's hand. Went back.
Mo Jingchun has slender arms and legs, but Chen Junqiang, who often exercises, is not as strong as Chen Junqiang. He can't beat Chen Junqiang.
After many attempts to no avail, Mo Jingchun stood up and bowed to Chen Junqiang.
"Thank you."
Beyond thanking you, Mo Jingchun no longer knew how to express his feelings at this time.
To the police, he, Mo Jingchun, was just a stranger among the tens of thousands of passers-by every day. The questioning of him just now was a normal job for the police.
Chen Junqiang did not refuse Mo Jingchun’s thanks.
"Dear passengers, please note that train G021X from Modou South Station to Beijing Station is about to arrive. Passengers on this train are asked to bring their carry-on luggage and go to ticket gate No. 3 to check in."
"Attention, passengers, theg021xtrainfrommodusouthstationtoJingchengstationisabouttoarrive.Pleasetakeyourcarryonluggageandgotogate3tocheckin."
Mo Jingchun's expression moved slightly when he heard the ticket check announcement of the train he was taking.
"What's wrong? Are you on this train?"
"Hi! Look at my memory. I just read your Peking University admission notice." Chen Junqiang took the photo Patted his forehead.
“Let’s go, I’ll take you to the platform. You have a stroller and a suitcase, so you can’t do it without someone to help you.”
Mo Jingchun did not refuse Chen Junqiang's kindness. It was really inconvenient to take the escalator with so many things and his sister's candy.
"Let me hold the suitcase for you."
In the queue at the artificial passage, it took about three minutes before it was Mo Jingchun's turn.
After Chen Junqiang sent Mo Jingchun to platform No. 2, he left without staying too much. In his words, he still had to be on duty.
It was past ten o'clock, and there was no air conditioning outside. The weather was really hot. Only the occasional breeze brought a touch of coolness to Mo Jingchun.
Mo Jingchun accidentally turned around and met a pair of eyes directly.
After checking their eyes, they were in the same car.
"I said this was just a coincidence, do you believe it?" Du Xiaohan said, looking at the young man whose face suddenly dropped.
"I believe it, Auntie~" When calling out Auntie, Mo Jingchun deliberately lengthened the word "Auntie".
As expected, the title "Auntie" is often extremely lethal.
Du Xiaohan was silent for a while and then said: "I am only 26 this year."
Mo Jingchun: "I am born in 2000."
Du Xiaohan: "I am 26 years old."
< br>Mo Jingchun: “I am born in 2000.”
Du Xiaohan: “I don’t celebrate my birthday until the end of the year.”
Mo Jingchun: "I'm born in 2000."
Du Xiaohan was somewhat angry. She just graduated, so why did she become an aunt?
“Apart from saying that you are born in 2000, what else can you say.”
Mo Jingchun looked at her sister in the stroller and was silent for a long time.
Just when Du Xiaohan thought she had won, Mo Jingchun's words directly broke her guard.
"My sister is born in her 20s."
Mo Jingchun's words were astonishing. A bald man next to him was filled with admiration and even gave Mo Jingchun a thumbs up.
The high-speed train slowly stopped, and people rushed on, fearing that no one would be waiting for the train
Mo Jingchun was not in a hurry, he was waiting for others to get on the train first before getting on the train. .
Mo Jingchun was praying silently, praying that he would never be so unlucky to sit next to the woman. Although the probability of this possibility is not high, what if?
It shouldn't be so unlucky, Mo Jingchun thought to himself.
Pushing a stroller, Mo Jingchun was walking down the narrow aisle. When passing by, Mo Jingchun caught a glimpse of the woman from the corner of his eye.
Seeing where the woman was sitting, Mo Jingchun breathed a sigh of relief.
"Okay, okay, it's not that unlucky."
Mo Jingchun quickened his pace and walked to the end, the first row, seat A by the window.
What surprised Mo Jingchun was that there was a lot of space in front of the first row, and there was plenty of room for a suitcase.
There is already someone in seat B, a handsome guy.
Taking Candy out of the stroller and placing it on the seat, Mo Jingchun folded the stroller.
"It's okay, just let it go."
"Huh? Thank you."
"Thank you."
Mo Jingchun leaned the folded stroller against the suitcase with joy.
After the high-speed train started moving, Mo Jingchun held his sister in his arms and stared at the receding scenery outside the window in a daze. The little guy fidgeted in his arms for a while and got tired, so he just lay down in Mo Jingchun's arms and fell asleep. To be honest, Mo Jingchun was very envious of his sister, who was ignorant and could fall asleep at any time.
It is also a very happy thing to be able to fall asleep quickly and without any worries.
More than half an hour later, Mo Jingchun also felt a little sleepy. He had gone to bed late last night and got up again at around four o'clock in the morning. He had not slept much all night. Just when Mo Jingchun was about to close his eyes and sleep for a while, the handsome boy with glasses next to him suddenly tilted his head and looked at him.
"Tell me, which one is more regrettable, getting on the wrong bus or missing the bus?"
The sudden question and answer directly confused Mo Jingchun. How could Mo Jingchun know the answer to such a philosophical question.
However, a fragment flashed in Mo Jingchun's mind. After organizing the language, Mo Jingchun said: "My high school Chinese teacher once said to us in class that when you are confused, When you don’t know how to choose, actually in your heart You already have the answer, it’s just that you don’t want to accept it.”
“Brother, I think it’s not a pity to get on the wrong bus or miss the bus, but it’s a pity that you didn’t reach the finish line.”
"What do you think?"
Xiao Zheming just asked casually, wanting to relieve the depression in his heart. Xiao Zheming didn't expect that Mo Jingchun actually answered him and gave him an answer that stunned him.
“It’s not a pity that I got on the wrong bus or missed the bus, but it’s a pity that I didn’t reach the finish line.” After Xiao Zheming muttered this sentence to himself several times, he felt that his heart suddenly opened up.
"Thank you. Your answer is very good."
"Ah? Is there any?" Mo Jingchun smiled sheepishly. He couldn't say it, he just said it casually.
Xiao Zheming smiled, "It's really good."
With that said, Xiao Zheming opened WeChat.
"Honey, I'll get home around four in the afternoon. Let's go to the hot pot restaurant in the old street to eat hot pot together in the evening, and then go to see a movie."
"Yes. Yeah." The message came back instantly.
At this moment, Xiao Zheming suddenly figured out a lot.
ps: Please recommend tickets and monthly tickets. (End of chapter)