when i have experience

Chapter 365 Will it be a clear sky?

"Beep beep!!!"

The fact that the taxi driver dared not drive does not mean that the drivers behind him are not in a hurry.

"open ah!"

"What are you doing!"

"Beep beep!"

Miscellaneous voices urged the taxi parked in the rain.

"Little brother, I don't know what you're looking at. Have you finished it? Let's leave." The taxi driver wiped the sweat from his brow. What's the matter? I haven't experienced it before.

"Let's drive." Sun Xin withdrew his head from the car window, but his eyes were still fixed on the face on the screen.

"Oh, good, good." Seeing Sun Xin retracting his head, the taxi driver finally heaved a sigh of relief. The car behind him was honking like crazy. If he didn't drive again, others might get out of the car and beat him. up.

The taxi driver quickly stepped on the accelerator, drove across the zebra crossing, and drove towards the train station.

Sun Xin leaned on the back of the seat and breathed, he still didn't close the car window, the rain quickly rushed in from the window and hit his face, hitting his already numb face, the tears on Sun Xin's face mixed with the rain, Flowing together on his face.

The taxi driver looked at the road ahead, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw the rainwater kept coming in and soaking the seat, which made him feel distressed but he couldn't say anything.

Everyone is crying, what else can he say, that he loves the seat?
You can cry, but what about me?Who should I cry for?

The taxi driver felt wronged.

Half an hour later, the taxi finally stopped in front of the train station, and the co-pilot's seat was almost drenched by the rain. The taxi driver looked at the wet seat and felt pain in his heart, and said a number loudly.

"eighty!"

For those who play watches, the price is fair.

Sun Xin quickly took out the money from his pocket and handed it to the driver, then opened the door to get out of the car.

"Hey, are you so careless? Your ticket is caught in the money." The taxi driver complained. The young man looked uninspired, and this carelessness matched his face very well.

In the 80 yuan that the young man handed him, there was a ticket from Shanghai to Hong Kong. This ticket can be sandwiched in it, how out of state it is.

The taxi driver couldn't help but sigh what happened to this young man.

"I'm not going, this ticket is for you." Sun Xin had already opened the car door, got out of the car, and said to the driver sitting in the driver's seat. Got some spirits back.

The tears shed before were washed away by the rain.

"Send me off, what do you mean?" The taxi driver was confused again. Isn't this going back to Hong Kong City? Why don't you want this ticket.

"I'll send you off. Let's see if you need it. I'll go first." Sun Xin closed the car door, took a bag of luggage, and walked with his back to the train station.

Those eyes are no longer so numb.

He already knew that those summers who lived in the port city and could do nothing, lie on a wooden chair and listen to the cicadas all afternoon had passed, and it was impossible to come back.

And he also has his own things to do, and needs to keep going.

The taxi driver saw the young man and left just like that. He still didn't understand, so he gave him whatever. What can he use this ticket for?

Can I get a refund now?How much?
The taxi driver opened the door and got out of the car. He saw a young man walking straight with a bag on his back. He was taking big steps and walking at a very fast speed. It was very different from his half-dead appearance in the car.

What's going on?
The driver couldn't figure it out, but now he really knew that the young man didn't want the ticket.

It was still raining in the gloomy sky, but the raindrops were much lighter this time. The taxi driver held up the train ticket. Behind the train ticket was the railway station located in Shanghai. You can still see the gate of the train station. People came and went, and a few drops of rain fell on the lifted train ticket.

Taxi drivers can clearly see what is written on it.

"Magic City → Port City"

A thought suddenly popped up in the taxi driver's head.

Do you want to go to Hong Kong City?

This idea scared the driver himself, as if it was true, as long as he walks into this train station now and sits on the waiting seat with a ticket, he will be able to go to that city when the train arrives.

In his mind, the leisurely city by the sea.

The driver inexplicably felt his heart beating a lot faster. All this seemed too sudden. Shouldn't he have carried a few more people on a rainy day because there were many guests?

"Hey, master, are you going?" A young man with a backpack has come to the side of the road, standing beside the taxi, holding a book on his head with both hands, avoiding the rain.

"Don't go." The driver opened his mouth and refused, leaving the young man speechless for a while, so he had to change to another taxi and ask again.

The driver who rejected the young man closed the taxi door, put the ticket in his pocket, and rubbed his hands while looking at the train station. The gloomy sky was raining, and a sparse rain curtain enveloped the train station.

It was already tomorrow morning when he took the train to Hong Kong City.

Will the Hong Kong city be sunny at that time?
. . . . . .

"Hello, are you confident about the upcoming match against Mr. Monroe?" A female reporter from Kazakhstan asked with a microphone, and then handed the microphone to the young man in front of her.

The young man who was close to him had a slight smile on his mouth, short hair, sword eyebrows, and a sharp-edged face that was still delicate. It was a face that made people feel very comfortable at first glance.

If the taxi driver had been here, he would have recognized the man who had appeared on the big screen in the rain that day.

That poster was recently taken by Chen Xing, but he had no idea where this poster would go, let alone that it would appear on the big screens in the tall buildings of the Shanghai Metropolis.

All these matters were done by Luo Qinghe, and even those words were all thought up by him. Chen Xing didn't know it at all, and of course he didn't know that someone saw his poster.

"Of course you have confidence. As a boxer, if you can't even have confidence in yourself, then you can't go to the ring." Chen Xing answered the reporter's question with a smile.

There was applause immediately below, but the applause was very sparse, except for one applause that was very loud, the rest were just a few random shots, apparently just echoing the loudest applause, if it weren't for this extremely obvious applause, They don't even want to clap.

And the one who applauded the most was Yang Ling who was sitting in the second row, with her short hair cut into a braid on the back of her head, besides her girly beauty, she also had a little more heroic spirit.

Yang Ling, who was applauding, smiled brightly when she saw Chen Xing's gaze.

This guy.

Chen Xing shook his head slightly, which would be too much support for him.

(End of this chapter)