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Xing Jiannan was afraid that he would disrupt the conversation, so he waited until it was quiet before speaking.

"Who is this?"

Only then did Zhao Shouzhong notice the unfamiliar face of Xing Jiannan.

Song Yitang groaned and then realized, "This Xing Jiannan is, yes, the eldest brother of one of my friends."

Song Yitang was stunned and didn't think of how to introduce Xing Jiannan's identity.

The two briefly got to know each other. After waiting for everyone to gather, Song Yitang and the others had to return to the imperial capital in a hurry. Now they could arrive at night.

"Comrade Zhao!"

Zhao Shouzhong was stopped and he turned around in confusion.

"can I help you?"

Xing Jiannan walked up with his head held high, "Just ask me if you have anything useful to do. Although I'm not in the Imperial Capital, I still have many connections in the Imperial Capital."

Xing Jiannan had several brothers who came out of a company, and they were all reported to the imperial capital.

He didn't want to be too far away from home, so he stayed in Liaodong.

Zhao Shouzhong was speechless, looking at Xing Jiannan's bright black eyes, resolute and upright.

Zhao Shouzhong could tell from his conversation in the car that this man was definitely not a soldier.

Zhao Shouzhong laughed loudly and loudly: "Okay! When you come to the imperial capital in the future, you must come to see me."

Xing Jiannan revealed his ultimate goal: "Then let's leave an address."

Zhao Shouzhong smiled even brighter, took out a pen and paper from his pocket and wrote the address quickly.

"Welcome to come and play with us in the Imperial Capital!"

Xing Jiannan took the note and nodded in agreement: "Thank you."

Seeing the two of them chatting happily, Xing Jiannan's eyes always glanced towards them intentionally or unintentionally.

The second child said with envy: "Our Tangtang is very charming."

"Just think that my second uncle is praising me."

Song Yitang was gnawing on the waxy corn she just bought. She hadn't eaten at all early in the morning, but she was very hungry.

"But how did you girl know that the boss is here?"

What was supposed to come came anyway, Song Yitang pretended to be forgetful and ate corn, preparing to fool him.

But the glasses showed that she didn't want to say anything.

"People's brains are much better than yours. Even if you tell them, you don't know."

After the glasses finished eating the last bite of corn, he threw it into the tin trash can, "Brother Zhao is here, let's go."

Since the six people bought their tickets in advance, all seat and sleeper tickets were gone, leaving only standing tickets.

The train to the imperial capital was as crowded as ever. The six people were originally in the same place, but a group of people suddenly rushed up from behind and dispersed the six people.

Song Yitang stood in the cramped corridor, preparing to meet Uncle Zhao and the others in front later.

Sitting in front of her was a woman wearing a red and green cotton-padded jacket with a rose-red scarf on her head. She was holding a five or six-year-old boy in her arms.

Not long after the train started, the boy couldn't sit still and started clamoring to get off.

"Good boy Jinbao, there are so many traffickers now, what will you do if you get kidnapped later?"

The woman patiently coaxed the child, "How will mom live without you?"

But it was obvious that the boy did not agree with her and insisted on breaking away from the woman's arms. Unfortunately, there was a huge disparity in strength between the two parties.

The boy lay in the woman's arms and cried: "Ah ah ah ah, I want to go down, let me go down, my mother is a bad person!"

The boy kicked his feet wildly, hitting Song Yitang's knees again and again.

Song Yitang frowned and wanted to take a few steps back, but as soon as he raised his foot, the person behind him pushed him back, even getting closer to the mother and son.

Seeing the people around him covering their ears being tortured by him seemed to arouse the boy's amusement.

He screamed louder and more painfully, swinging his feet wider and wider. "Can someone please take care of their children? It's so noisy!"

Finally someone couldn't help but speak to dissuade him.

The woman was still peeling melon seeds and enjoying the scenery outside the window, turning a deaf ear.

"Sister, your child is too noisy. Can you calm him down? Has he been bitten by a dog? He can bark so much."

Song Yitang found that he still underestimated the shamelessness of this mother and son.

When the woman heard someone scolding her precious son, she immediately straightened her back and responded: "Why are you so mean-spirited when you look so young?"

"Why do you, a kid like you, look so young, yet you are so capable of tormenting people?!"

Song Yitang learned to teach the boy a lesson.

The boy was spoiled at home. When he saw someone teaching him a lesson, he pursed his lips and glared at Song Yitang fiercely.

Looking at the boy's eyes, Song Yitang felt the malice in a child's eyes for the first time.

"What, you didn't grow up as a child? I don't believe you have never made trouble once. You are just jealous of our Jinbao!"

The woman had a sharp tongue and never let go of her son.

She turned around and coaxed her son softly, saying harshly just now, "Jinbao, are you not scared?"

The boy who was still glaring at Song Yitang fiercely suddenly changed his face and threw himself into the woman's arms, crying loudly.

Pointing at Song Yitang, she cried loudly: "This bitch is so scary, Mom, I'm so scared! My heart is beating so fast, I feel like I'm going to die."

Bitch?Is this what a five or six year old child can say?

Good guy, Song Yitang knows it. It turns out that the upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked.

"Brother, don't be afraid. You won't die, because the disaster will last for thousands of years. Don't worry, you can live longer than the bastard."

Song Yitang sneered, "Sister, you have such a bastard son to take care of you in your old age, so you can enjoy it secretly!"

The people who were watching the excitement quietly were instantly amused by Song Yitang's words.

"Tsk, tsk, how old is this kid? If he curses people so dirty now, he might start killing people and setting things on fire in the future."

"As expected of a young man, his brain is so good that he can only curse people in a crooked way."

"That's right, if you don't care about your child, I'll take care of it for you. If you have any questions, why don't we get off the train and talk about it alone?"

More and more people supported Song Yitang and began to accuse mother and son.

The boy refused to admit defeat and suddenly jumped out of his mother's arms, pouting his head and going to hit Song Yitang.

Song Yitang reflexively raised her hand and slapped him directly into the arms of the man opposite.

"Bitch, you dare to hit me, mom, she hit me!"

Seeing the baby's bump being beaten, the woman's face turned pale with panic, and she stood up and took her son back into her arms.

"You are a vicious woman, a bitch who has a mother but no mother. How dare you hit my son!"

Song Yitang spread his hands and looked very innocent: "Everyone saw it, her son hit my hand, I was acting in self-defense!"

Now everyone is leaning towards Song Yitang and taking sides. Many people are scolding women for not being able to discipline their sons.

The woman was so angry that her face was slumped the whole time.

After a four-hour journey, the train arrived at the terminal station, and people in the carriage were squeezing toward the door with big bags and small bags of things.

Song Yitang had no luggage and got off the bus first.

She was on the platform near the exit, so she chose to stand there and wait for Zhao Shouzhong and the others.

But he didn't expect that the boy had always held a grudge against Song Yitang. When he saw Song Yitang standing alone in front, he threw away his fucking hand, rushed to her quickly, and stretched out his hand to push her.

Facing the sudden gravity, Song Yitang fell back heavily.

Looking at the train that was about to enter the station, Song Yitang fell into the yellow line behind her and was swept away by the train without paying attention.

The audience gasped, and some were so frightened that they screamed. (End of chapter)