Four days of autumn rain washed the sky blue, and the blue sky was like a wash.
Moving, like a silver stiff eel swimming against the ground. The people in the car felt that this smooth movement was not on land but in the water. Cars are like boats, cars and boats, there is a tax called car and boat tax, put the car and the boat together, this is the meaning, right?
Outside the car window is a view of unharvested crops. The scorched yellow is the corn, the red is the sorghum, and all sentient beings live in this yellow and red.
A gentleman who had just gotten into the car in the next seat began to make a phone call, which was supposed to be about the company's business. Five minutes, ten minutes, thirty minutes, the phone call is not over. The voice is high and low, and the words are intermittent, giving people the impression that this is not a phone call, as if it is an important meeting.
"Oh, sir, two words less." An old man in the same seat, recuperating with his eyes closed, reminded or protested during the break between the gentleman's speeches.
"I didn't use your phone bill, it's all right." He said to the old man, and told the person on the phone, "Oh, oh, I didn't say you, you went on." ”
"Hey, young man, what's up, what's the point?" The old man was a little angry, "This is a public place, you are influencing others." ”
"Wait a minute, I'll go back." The boss turned off the phone, gritting his back teeth, "I forced you to listen?" ”
"Young man, you're making a strong argument," the old man shouted angrily, stretching his neck out in the distance: "Flight attendant." ”
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Outside the car window, a series of graves flashed by, some of which were inserted with bright and a little yin silk flowers, beckoning under the bright autumn sun.
The cemetery was built next to the railway, and it was not afraid to stir up the eternal dreams of the long-sleeping people. Perhaps, the souls did not want to rest in peace. There is an Oscar-winning movie that tells such a story: the soul does not go to heaven, does not go to hell, stays in the world, and lives in the subway of the city. They are not material, but they are mixed with substance, and those who study hard can also drive matter. I couldn't help but notice an empty seat in the corner of the carriage, and I found a plastic bottle with coca-Cola left, curved up and falling vertically.
"We have no smoking rules on the train, so why don't we let you make a phone call?" The boss was complaining to a flight attendant in a railway uniform.
"There are no rules, not just casual, in addition to the law, and morality, know no, young people. Have you read Lao Tzu's Tao Te Ching? The old man is still the tone of the lesson.
"Who are you Lao Tzu?" Don't swear, don't rely on the old and sell the old. Tell you, I am in a hurry, even my grandfather dares to fight, you are something. The boss was completely angered by the "old man".
"Sir, the Lao Tzu he said is an ancient personal name, not ..." It seems that the flight attendants have read the Tao Te Ching.
"Looking at this cultural quality, there is inevitably no public consciousness. Well, you go on with your phone. Argue with the wise, not with the fools! The old man narrowed his eyes again.
"You..." The owner said.
",...。 sir" The flight attendant said.
The old man is speechless, but the corners of the two corners are a little downstretched, one corner is "no", the other corner is "crumbs".
On the folding table of the empty seat in the corner, the plastic bottle fell together again, but the bottle body was gone, and only the four words "Coca-Cola" were moving. In the blink of an eye, it seems that the first two words are also blurred, leaving only "Coke", and it is very clear!
One by one 9.30 morning
