We Monsters Are Not Allowed to Be Single

Chapter 22: Festival

When it came to the news, it was said that the manhole cover was stolen, and the man fell and hit his head. "

The driver seemed to be talking about something strange, lowered his voice and said: "Which is the one who fell to death, I heard people say that the woman was killed."

"Murder? Impossible, right?"

Jiang Ran watched the news seriously. The police did not mention the murder. This should be a case of accidental death. The deceased was not a native of Jiangcheng. It seemed that he came to Jiangcheng to work. Hongjingyuan lived in a house she rented.

The driver snorted with a sense of superiority and shook his head: "How can you believe those reports in the news? I have an old watch who lives in that community. He said that woman is not a serious person."

He showed a smile that a man understands, and looked a little wretched: "She's in a skin and flesh business. It seems that last month. She brought the guests to the house. The price was not agreed, and the two fell out. The guests left. After that, the woman actually called the police, saying that the man raped her."

Jiang Ran frowned: "The news said she was a bar waiter."

The driver said indifferently: "Where is the bar? Which serious woman can go to work there? And as my old watch said, the woman is dressed up in fancy, she goes out in the dark every day and comes back early in the morning. The community knows that, she Just sitting on the stage."

His tone was with a superior superiority, his words were vowed, as if he had mastered all the truth.

Jiang Ran only watched the news, and his knowledge of the deceased was limited to the news. He was not willing to echo the unfounded malicious speculation of the driver, so he simply turned his head and looked out the window.

However, the driver was very chatty, and continued: "It is said that she was retaliated because of the police that angered the guests. If I want to say, she deserves it. You get the police for what you want. This Don’t you want to be a **** and want to set up an archway?"

Just then the car had reached the gate of the community, and Jiang Ran scanned the QR code to pay. When I got out of the car, I still couldn’t help saying: “The specific circumstances of the case are still subject to the police notice. We had better not spread the false speculations. If we say too much, it’s the ostomy industry and will be retributed. ."

The driver didn't seem to expect that this handsome young man would refute him and curse him for retribution, and his face was suddenly pulled down. He cursed a few loudly in Jiangcheng dialect, and deliberately stepped on the accelerator, the wheels rolled up and splashed water whizzed past Jiang Ran.

Fortunately, Jiang Ran hid so quickly that he was not splashed with water.

He sighed and shook his head, holding his backpack and strode into the community.

What he said just now was not to scare or curse the driver.

Buddhism has three evil karma: oral karma, body karma, and mental karma.

Words can kill people with swords and guns, so the deepest evil karma is oral karma.

The fourth commandment also says: Don't speak lie.

However, in this society nowadays, there are too many windows to speak up, and many people cannot control their verbal desires. They happily talked about the "truth" they had speculated, expressed their opinions like a speaker, lashed out at Fang Qiu, and gave pointers to the country. I just hate that I can't let everyone know my insights.

Those comments under the news are the same, and the same is true of the driver just now.

Jiang Ran returned home, took a hot shower, changed into clean clothes, and started to relax.

The rain outside has decreased, but it hasn't stopped, and the rain lines are continuous. He ate a piece of jade and ordered another takeaway, then he hugged his squat nest on the sofa and played with his mobile phone.

In the department group, Xue Meng is complaining about his grandfather in real time. His grandfather was an old revolutionary. His favorite was Mao Zhu Xi. Whenever a junior came to the door, he had to recite a section of Mao Zhu Xi Qu... Going to the study is full of grief, anger and unwillingness to copy Mao Zhu Xi's quotations.

While copying, they were babbling in the group, just like talking stand-up comedy.

Jiang Ran flipped through the chat logs and laughed while watching. The negative emotions that had just been hooked up by the taxi driver soon dissipated.

There are all kinds of people in human society. There are good people, and naturally there are bad people, or there are people who can’t distinguish between good and bad.

But in general, there are still many lovely and kind people in this society.

Jiang Ran turned over the records of the department group, and then went to see the news below that he hadn't had time to read. It turned out to be from Ying Qiao.

He was in the car at the time of the message.

Ying Qiaoyi sent several photos in a row, all of which were all kinds of candies, and finally asked him which one he liked and brought him next time.

Looking at these photos, Jiang Rian seemed to taste the sweetness of peaches again. He was not greedy, he chose carefully, and sent a can of fruit candy to Ying Qiao.

[Little Monster: This/Picture]

Asked again: [Why do you buy so much sugar? ]

There are several cans of candies on the coffee table in front of Ying Qiao, all of which are available at any brand price. He specially asked someone to buy them this morning.

He didn't plan to send all his brains to the little monster, and he was ready to bring a little water to him every time.

In this way, there are surprises and expectations every time we meet.

"Bringing Up Cubs" stated that parents should prepare small gifts for cubs from time to time. This can not only give cubs a sense of expectation, but also increase the intimacy between parents and cubs.

Rubbing his fingertips on the screen for a while, he replied: [Given it from others, I can't eat so much. ]

Although it's just a small gift, it shouldn't be too deliberate, lest the little monster feel uneasy.

Jiang Ran's tone is really much more relaxed: [Then I will help you eat/Happy]

Ying Qiao: [Well, something will happen next Monday, and it will happen to pass by your unit, and I will send you candy by the way. ]

Jiang Ran happily agreed.

He hugged Su Su, rubbed his chin on Su Su's hairy head, and said with a smile: "I have candy for work on Monday."

Of course, you can buy sugar yourself, but it’s always sweeter when someone else gives it.

Suan obviously felt the same way, and happily rubbed his chin back.

***

This sudden rain didn't stop until Sunday afternoon. Although the rain stopped, the weather was still cloudy, and the originally warm temperature dropped a few degrees. Jiang Ran put on a thin coat and left Suan at home, and went to the hospital to pick up Uncle Yao and Xiaohei.

Uncle Yao's injuries were not serious, but he was only in the hospital for a week when he was older and injured his joints. Then just go home and rest.

This week, Xiao Hei had quickly adapted to human society, and when Jiang Ran arrived, he had already completed the discharge procedures. Uncle Yao sat on the hospital bed and laughed while drinking tea, while he was busy packing away.

Jiang Ran helped him clean up together, Xiao Hei pushed in the wheelchair, picked up Uncle Yao on the wheelchair, and went to the outpatient building to get medicine together.

The inpatient department and the outpatient building were not far away, Xiao Hei went to get the medicine, and Jiang Ran and Uncle Yao were guarding their luggage in the lobby. Because it was the weekend, the hospital was extremely crowded, especially during the two days when the temperature suddenly dropped. Many people fell ill with the flu. In just a short while, eight out of ten people who walked past them were coughing. .

"In the ward, I still don't think it was really cold when I came out." Uncle Yao took out his wallet, counted 500 yuan, and said: "I don't think Xiao Hei has any decent clothes. Give him money and let him go by himself. I don’t want to buy him. I’ll give you the money, so please take him to buy some clothes so that you don’t get sick."

Jiang Ran was about to say that he had clothes there and he didn't need to waste money to buy them, but Uncle Yao forced the money into his hands.

Between the two of them, a coin floated to the ground. Jiang Ran bent over to pick it up, but he heard a harsh voice yelling: "Fool, you're blocking my way!"

The voice was sharp and harsh, and for a while, Jiang Ran was not only surprised, but even the people around him were stunned, turning their heads to look at the speaker. Jiang Ran also straightened up to look at it, even if he was a little surprised—the other party turned out to be a gentle-looking girl. The sharp and mean voice matched her gentle appearance, which seemed a bit contradictory.

Jiang Ran was about to say something, but he suddenly blushed when the girl stared at him, and then looked away awkwardly.

On the contrary, Uncle Yao couldn't see it, and said angrily: "Looks like Zhou Zhouzheng a girl, how can I say so ugly?"

The girl was stunned for a moment. Seeing Uncle Yao's expression in a puzzle, she said, "What's up with you?"

Uncle Yao obviously hadn't been scolded like this before. He only reacted after being in a daze. He was so angry that he patted the armrest of the wheelchair: "The little girl is so young, why is her quality so bad?!"

There were people around who couldn't see it, and they all spoke and criticized: "Obviously you didn't watch the road while playing on your mobile phone. Why do you blame this little brother?"

"Yes, how do you say so mean when you are young?"

"The old man also scolded him, he's so uneducated..."

The girl looked around in panic, her face flushed at the accusation, she seemed to have reacted, covering her mouth tightly, and rushing out of the hall with shame and anger.

The author has something to say:

#无中生有无事找事#

Mr. Ying: I have to do something on Monday, just passing by the street.

Chen painting: ...what's the matter? I do not know how?

Ying Qiao (smiling): That's why you want to think about it.

Chen painting:...Fuck!

———

We, Longlong, will not only pull hatred, but also do tricks.

Draw 100 red envelopes, 啵唧~

Chapter 18

The farce in the lobby of the outpatient department soon dissipated, but Uncle Yao was still shaking his head and sighing.

Jiang Ran smiled and pointed to Xiao Hei who came back with the medicine: "Isn't this still good?"