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Chapter 1049 Despair Part 1
It's the rush hour for work, and there's a lot of traffic.

The gloomy sky was like a heavy curtain over the entire city, and the light rain kept falling.

Although people were inexplicably depressed and irritable, it didn't affect their busy rhythm at all.

One bus after another stopped on the platform, the doors opened, people frantically poured in, the doors closed, and drove away.

But there seems to be a small episode here. There is an old man holding an umbrella, who hurriedly squeezed into the car but forgot to close the umbrella, and was stuck at the door.

People huddled together at the car door, and there was a burst of complaints.

Some people yelled: Why do you come here so early to squeeze the bus with young people at such an age? Even if it is morning exercise and grocery shopping, there is no need to rush this time in this heavy rain.

Someone echoed: That is, the car drives slowly on rainy days, and if I am late for the meeting, the full attendance award for this month will be lost...

A voice said: Can't you keep some morals when you speak?Everyone will grow old, can't we be more tolerant and tolerant?It's not easy for people at such an age.Besides, if you are afraid of being late, you can catch the car earlier, if you are afraid of being crowded, you can take a taxi... Really, I hate the kind of people who think that the whole world should follow you...

The hearts of the people who were bullied were very unfair, but they didn't know how to refute.

Heh, nominally they go to work at 40 o'clock in the morning, but they have to arrive at the company by [-]:[-].It’s just that it takes more than [-] minutes to take the bus on the way, and it takes at least ten minutes to walk from the rental house of the resettlement house, which means that you have to leave home at [-]:[-] at the latest...

In the afternoon, I get off work after six o’clock, and when I get home, it’s eight o’clock. I help the children with their homework, and when the children go to bed, they clean up the house and do the laundry. It’s good to be able to go to bed at twelve o’clock.Get up at 05:30 in the morning, even if you don't eat, you must prepare for your children.Then tidy up... My husband goes to work a little later, and the place of work is a little closer, so he can send the children to school, but she has to take care of the children to get up and get everything ready. Get ready, but the teacher called her, and she had to ask for leave to make it...

Heh, to put it nicely, "take a taxi" and "drive early"...

I hope that such a person can always maintain this truth, kindness and beauty.

At the front is a woman wearing a plaid shirt, about 20 years old, with two braids, looking very anxious and bewildered.

The woman was carrying a large bulging canvas package, and a leather bag hung on her chest, which was tightly protected.

But the old man who got into the car in front was still blocking the car door, looking trembling, fiddling with his umbrella tremblingly, unable to get in or out.

Flicking the water from her head and face, the umbrella almost poked her eyes.

The driver above shouted: "Get on the bus and go to the back, there is still space in the back, go to the back, don't block the people who got on the bus... Anyone else got on the car, is there any..."

They also need to clock in, and if they are late, they will have to deduct money.It's raining today, so I drive slowly, so I have to squeeze the time.

The people below were in a hurry, and hurriedly shouted: "Also, and, wait a minute, master..." If you miss this class, you will have to wait for more than ten minutes, and you will definitely be late...

They didn't dare to yell at the uncle, they could only complain about the woman, otherwise they were afraid of being caught by some true, kind and beautiful person saying that they didn't respect the old and love the young: you should hurry up.Really, what are you doing with such a big bag...

The driver glanced this way. The old man was standing at the door of the car, but there was a blank circle around the people below, and he felt a little strange.How can there be a woman with a backpack?

There was a push from nowhere, and three or four men, holding wet umbrellas in their hands, cut the line arbitrarily and pushed the woman aside.

The woman felt that the package on her back was taken aside by a strong force, and she was also engulfed by this force, and she was "lifted" to the side involuntarily following the surrounding forces. .

Those people surrounded her, and there was a tugging force from the backpack and the small bag on her chest.

Now even a fool would know that this group of people deliberately squeezed her aside... This is a blatant robbery!
The woman tightly guarded the bag in front of her, and shouted: "What are you doing, get out of the way—"

It's a pity that her shouting was drowned out by the noisy traffic and various sounds around her, and the group was also blocked from sight by an umbrella.

Besides, the old man who had been stuck at the car door just now finally put away his umbrella and asked the driver: Is this No. 24?

The driver has black lines all over his head, and there are roads 346 written on the front of the car. You linger here for a long time before asking if it is the 24th road.

But I still tried to calm down my anger: "No, no... This is the 346th road..." I was afraid that he would be rejected by the elderly if he was photographed by a kind person, and if it was announced at that time, I would lose my job.

There was a colleague who was complained about disrespecting the elderly... and was raped... In the end, not only was his job gone, but his family was also spurned... I can't afford it...

Besides, the people waiting to get on the bus were really depressed, and quickly called the old man, "This is not No. 24, you got on the wrong bus..."

Mingming was extremely resentful in his heart, but he still said, "Be careful, don't fall..."

After the old man got off, people could finally get on the bus smoothly.

What people didn't notice was that there was No. 24 behind. The old man went to the platform and sat down, but he didn't get on the bus.

On the other side, the group of people pushed the woman out of the crowd to the sidewalk next to them, and finally they stopped pretending and showed their true colors.

Two middle-aged men grabbed the small leather bag in front of the woman and tugged at it, and a middle-aged woman who looked plainly dressed next to her slapped her on the head fiercely with an umbrella handle.

There was someone dragging her backpack from behind, and seeing that she couldn't tear it off for a while, they tore out all the things in it and threw them everywhere.

Inside was the change of clothes she brought, as well as personal items, toiletries, sanitary napkins, etc., which were thrown on the ground and trampled mercilessly by people's feet, making it a mess.

But the people around didn't realize it, and seeing that she still refused to let go, they began to beat her hard.

The woman cried: "No, this is what I gave to my daughter, you can't take it away..."

The few people around were cursing, probably very dissatisfied with her way of asking for money and not killing her.

The middle-aged woman almost broke her fingers, and finally tore open the small bag in front, revealing stacks of colorful banknotes inside.

The crowd suddenly became excited, punching and kicking the woman frantically.

The woman cried and begged for mercy. It contained her family's savings and her daughter's life-saving money...

But this is rush hour, who has the energy to notice the conspiracy under these umbrellas?
And even if someone saw it, who would dare to step forward?
(End of this chapter)