A bus slowly drove out of the Yuanmingyuan Bus Terminal and slowly stopped next to the Yuanmingyuan South Gate Bus Station. This is already the last bus of the night.
There is an older driver and a young female ticket seller, and four passengers come up after the door is opened. A young couple and an elderly lady, including a young guy. After they get on the bus, the young couple Sitting intimately on the double-row seat behind the driver, the young man and the old lady sat one after the other in the single-row seat on the right near the front door. The car drove towards the terminal Xiangshan.
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The night is more quiet, all you can hear is the roar of the engine, and almost no passing vehicles and pedestrians can be seen on the road. Beijing was very cold in the middle of the night in November, not to mention on such a remote section. (The section at that time was indeed very remote.
The car continued to move forward, probably after two stops. Just past Beigongmen Station, which is more than 300 meters, everyone heard the driver suddenly cursing loudly: Damn, at this time, even a ghost cannot be seen. Today he’s fucking fucking damn it! I’m not waiting for the bus at the station. At this time, everyone saw that there are two shadows 100 meters away and then beckoned to the vehicle. Just listen to the ticket seller: let’s stop! Weather outside It’s so cold, let’s say that we are also the last bus. (Note: the Yuanmingyuan-Xiangshan section at that time was indeed the bus, and it was so late, the taxi driver would not run such a remote road at all.
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The car stopped and two people came up again. No, it should be three people precisely. Because there One of them was erected between them. After they got on the bus, they said nothing. The erected person hung his head down and hung his head. The other two wore robes like the Qing dynasty’s official uniforms, and their faces were pale. Everyone was terrified, all expressions were tense, and only the driver continued to drive in the car; at this time, only the female conductor said: Don’t be afraid, they may be shooting costumes in the neighborhood, probably drinking too much, The clothes didn’t have time to change. Everyone heard her saying this, and they all returned to calm. Only the old lady kept turning her head and looked at the three people sitting at the back seriously, and the car continued to move forward.
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It was probably another three or four stops. The road was still quiet and the wind was still very strong. Not to mention that someone else got on the bus, that’s right The young couple had already got off the bus at the last stop; the driver and the conductor were chatting and chatting with laughter, and at that moment, the old lady suddenly stood up and sat madly facing each other. The young man in front of her slammed and screamed that the young man had stolen her wallet when they got on the bus. The young man was in a hurry and stood up to face the old lady.Scolding: You are so old, how can you still spit out blood! The old lady did not speak, glaring at the young man with both eyes, and holding the collar of his jacket with his left hand, he would not let go. The old lady spoke, but said, the police station was in front of us. We went there to judge! The young man said anxiously: go, who is afraid of who