"Sir, do you want to take a taxi? You can also carpool. It's cheaper."
-----Outside Yanjing International Airport, groups of taxi drivers saw the passengers who had just got off the plane, just like bees seeing flowers or dung beetles seeing dung balls, and they kept asking if they wanted to take a taxi.
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Some people who didn’t have any relatives or friends to pick them up chose to take a taxi. Others who had a car or had friends or relatives to pick them up impatiently shook off the taxi driver and held their hands, and then didn’t look back.
Stride away.
In order to pay the expensive daily wages, these drivers also have to use this method to solicit customers. As long as they come out of the airport, they will go up and introduce them enthusiastically, how comfortable their cars are, how they have air conditioning, and how...
Call the meter, agree on the price and we can open the way.
However, no one paid attention to the young man standing in front of the luxurious airport hall. Even after he waved for a long time, no taxi was willing to take him.
"Is it my appearance that scares them?" Yan Murong muttered in confusion as he looked at the people who were walking away from him, no matter whether they were coming in or out.
Yan Murong took a look at the polished tempered glass at the door.
No problem, Yan Murong looked at herself.
He has black and smooth hair that has never been contaminated by chemicals that slightly covers half of his eyebrows. He has delicate cheeks, bright eyes, and sharp eyebrows. He looks like a standard handsome boy, but his skin is a little dark, but he is also
Very healthy wheat color.
At least, he won't be regarded as a pretty boy.
Of course, if someone thinks of him as a pretty boy, they won't go around him.
The upper body is a small vest made of dark blue Doliang fabric. It is loose and comfortable to wear in this hot summer. The lower body is also wearing a pair of dark blue Doliang trousers. Due to the hot weather, he has rolled up the trouser legs.
It goes above the knee and can be worn as beach shorts.
A large military green canvas bag was carried on his shoulders that were not very broad. The bag had been washed and turned a little yellow, losing its original color. It looked like it had been there for many years.
This outfit seemed a bit out of place with Yan Murong's delicate, sunny and healthy appearance. This outfit looked very much like farmers who came to the city in the 1980s.
What's even worse is that the big canvas bag he is carrying emits a very pungent smell.
Therefore, this canvas bag was the main reason why Yan Murong stood at the airport gate for half an hour without getting into the car.
Yan Murong twitched the corner of his mouth and showed a bitter smile. Thinking about it, it has been almost eight years since he was eighteen years old. He has traveled all over the country and treated countless people. Now he finally returned home, but even a taxi is not available.
Can't sit on it.
There are doctors all over the world, but no one knows anyone, which is the portrayal of Yan Murong at this time.
What should I do? Walk back? Okay, just walk back.
In recent years, he has always walked on two legs. Most of the places he went to were in the ravines where poor rabbits would not build a nest. He could only take a train to the local provincial capital and then take a long-distance bus there.
Then he got on a motorcycle in the county town and drove to the edge of the mountain village. In the end, he could only walk into the mountain on two legs. Normally, it would take him four or five hours to walk into the village.
Yan Murong thought that even if the Japanese wanted to enter these villages in the mountains, they would probably be confused by the winding mountain roads.
He didn't want to leave, and the airport also had the Airport Express. He could also choose to take the Airport Express and then transfer to the subway. However, except for the canvas bag filled with medicinal materials, he didn't have a penny with him.
When taking a taxi, he was brazenly prepared to go home and collect the money when he got there.
Yan Murong began to complain about the old man in his heart. He was always fussy, but he finally wanted to go down the mountain. He said that he wanted to let himself enjoy the feeling of flying, so he bought himself a first-class ticket. This made Yan Murong
Murong was happy for a long time, but before leaving, the old man told him that he had already spent the money to buy your plane ticket, and there was only one hundred yuan left. You could use it as travel expenses.
Just one hundred yuan. Yan Murong is not picky. He has long been used to the old man's stinginess. As a result, when he wanted to buy a bottle of mineral water at the airport, he was told that the one hundred yuan was fake money.
Although he had been away from Yanjing for so many years and hadn't come back much in the past eight years, he still knew Lu Yan and Murong. It would take at least four or five hours to walk from the Sixth Ring Road to the Second Ring Road.
Carrying the canvas bag on my shoulders, I started the long journey home along the roadside under the scorching sun.
Sometimes, Yan Murong looked at the old man's white goatee, especially when he was sleeping, and he wanted to use a fire stick to burn it red, and then burn all the old man's beard.
This old man is so stingy. He has to cook for him all the time, and he doesn’t even get a penny of wages. Since he was able to practice medicine independently at the age of eighteen, some of the people he has treated include some wealthy and nouveau riche.
Or a rich man like a coal boss, but he never got a penny.
Yan Murong asked the old man, why do I have no money?
The old man's eyes widened and he told him: What do you want the money for in our mountain valley? I have donated it to the poorer mountain villages, so it can be considered as a way to accumulate some virtue for you.
Yan Murong was speechless and knew how to let the old man do this.
While thinking about it, while walking, the scorching sun seemed to have no effect on Yan Murong at all. After walking for more than an hour, the pace was still steady, and not a drop of sweat appeared on his forehead.
Just as he was thinking about something with his head lowered, suddenly there was a roar of an engine and a sound of horns behind him. Yan Murong didn't pay attention. He walked on the sidewalk and didn't interfere with the car, so he simply didn't look back.
But the car behind him seemed to be reluctant, honking its horn and coming closer. Only then did Yan Murong realize that there was a fiery red Porsche sports car next to him. The window had also been opened, and an extremely handsome man was sitting in the driver's seat inside.
The charming woman was constantly waving to Yan Murong.
Yan Murong stared at the woman's sunglasses and thought for a long time, but couldn't figure out who she was, so he simply continued to move forward with his head lowered.
The horn sound of "Didi" sounded again around Yan Murong. As Yan Murong left, so did the car.
"Hey." The woman accelerated slightly, parked the car on the side of the road, opened the door, and looked at Yan Murong and called. "This... little brother, can you tell me how to get to Xicheng District?"
Yan Murong suddenly realized that feelings are about asking for directions. Since someone asked, he would always answer out of politeness.
"you should……"
"Forget it." Before Yan Murong could finish speaking, the woman interrupted Yan Murong. "Get in the car, I'll see you off, and you can show me the way."
Yan Murong was stunned ----- Do you know where I am going, and you want to see me off?
PS: New book from Long Night, begging for flowers!