Shocked, my video goes to the future!

"Do you need beer, soda, melon seeds, mineral water?"

"Do you need beer, soda, melon seeds, and mineral water?"

"Come on, this passenger, please give way."

"..."

Fuxing, G316 train, car No. [-].

Wang Yang sat on a soft seat by the window, and there was a bottle of Coke that had just been opened in front of the table.

He was staring blankly out of the window. With the start of the Fuxing train, the woods on the side of the road outside the window were also moving backwards quickly...

After graduating from Huaguo Special University, Wang Yang was not in a hurry to return to the Law Enforcement Bureau. Instead, he took advantage of this holiday to go home to visit his old mother.

After all, I haven't been home for more than a year, and this New Year's Eve is all outside, and I didn't even eat the reunion dinner at home.

Ugh!

I don't know what kind of hardship my mother is living alone at home!

……

after an hour.

Miancheng County South Railway Station.

As a small county, the passenger flow here is not very large. There are even more drivers at the gate than passengers entering and leaving.

Most of the time, the drivers sit at the gate of the station and wait for the rabbit. To pass the time, they eat melon seeds, play poker, and occasionally tell some nasty jokes to adjust the boring life.

Wang Yang dragged a big suitcase and walked out of the station.

And when the group of drivers who were eating melon seeds and telling dirty jokes saw Wang Yang, they swarmed up like hungry wolves meeting a little sheep.

"Young man, do you want to go to the city? Three missing one, 100 yuan per person!"

"Handsome guy! Take my car! There are 41 people, and the car will start when there are all people!"

"Brother, the price of conscience, 25 per person, delivered to the door."

Without further ado, Wang Yang chose the one with the lowest price. He asked the honest middle-aged driver who was asking for 25.

"Master, 25 is too much, it's cheaper, how about 20 yuan?"

"It can't be less, 20 yuan is just gas money, and there is not much profit."

"Forget it, I'll go and have a look somewhere else!"

After finishing speaking, Wang Yang walked in the opposite direction without looking back, at a very slow speed, not much faster than a snail.

In fact, he was giving the driver uncle time to think about it.

The honest driver looked at Wang Yang's figure leaving slowly, rubbed his hands in embarrassment, and finally said through gritted teeth.

"Brother, twenty is twenty!"

"it is good!"

Soon, they came to the parking lot. There were only two cars parked in this area, a Passat and a garnet-brown BMW Seven Series.

Just as Wang Yang was standing at the door of the Passat and was about to get in the car, who knew that the driver actually stood at the door of the BMW [-] Series, pressed the car key, and was about to open the door directly.

Such an expensive car, if the door is broken by force, it will definitely cost a lot of money.

Wang Yang quickly and kindly reminded: "Master, did you misread, shouldn't your car be this Passat?"

"No! You read that right! I usually drive a taxi with this BMW."

Wang Yang: "..."

You have a mine!

Driving a BMW Seven Series with more than a few million yuan for rent!

It’s no wonder that I only charge myself more than 20 yuan for such a long journey. Lovers drive taxis to support their families, and you drive taxis to experience life, right?

……

On the Jianghan Highway, a BMW [-] Series was driving slowly on the road. No matter whether it was a large truck or a small car, they were far away from it and kept a long distance.

After all, for a luxury car of this level, just scratching and scratching the paint is enough to sell the house, and the insurance coverage may not even be enough to pay for it.

Inside the BMW, the driver is playing the music sung by The Beatles - "Norwegianwood".

"isatonarug"

(I'm sitting on a mat)

"biding my time,"

(killing the right time)

"drinking her wine."

(tasting her wine)

"we talked until two,"

(We chatted until two o'clock in the morning)

"and then she said,"

(then she said)

"It's time for bed?" "

(Is it time for bed?)

"..."

The song norwegianwood means Norwegian forest in Chinese.

Wang Yang heard this song when he was in high school.

However, he didn't have much interest in this folk rock song of the last century.

At that time, it was just because he liked a novel "Norwegian Forest" by Japanese writer Haruki Murakami, so he searched the song on Baidu and learned about it casually.

However, Wang Yang really couldn't understand why a taxi driver would listen to this kind of song full of literary and artistic tunes.

His identity has to be doubted.

After all, the fact that the driver is driving a BMW [-] Series and listening to rock music for a taxi is almost as outrageous as Ma Yun, the richest man in China, standing on the street looking for someone to borrow money.

Looking at the petty-bourgeois driver in front of him, Wang Yang couldn't help but ask him out of curiosity.

"Uncle, are you really a taxi driver? You didn't come out to experience life"

"Yes! Why do you ask that?"

"Isn't that obvious? Who's going out and renting out a BMW!"

The driver also smiled embarrassedly: "Actually, this is our boss's car. He has been away on a business trip for the past few days, so I will drive out to do some private work and earn some extra money!"

Hearing this far-fetched explanation, Wang Yang didn't believe it too much, but pointed suspiciously at the music on the display next to the driver's seat.

"What about this? Uncle, don't tell me that you and your boss like to listen to the same song."

"Of course not. My father is a rock music lover. He usually likes to listen to Beatles songs. This song "Norwegian Wood" is his favorite. Under his influence, I gradually fell in love with this song .”

"oh oh!"

Hearing this seemingly reasonable, but actually full of loopholes explanation, Wang Yang didn't ask any more questions.

A question suddenly popped into his mind.

In the legend of Huaguo, the seven strongmen of the "Three Sects and Four Sages", except for the money-swindling Taoist Ma Bao, the others seem to have never seen any of them.

Could it be that they all hide in the deep mountains and old forests and devote themselves to cultivating, not caring about world affairs, and only appearing when the Hua Kingdom is in danger?

Or in some unexpected way, lurking in the city?

……

The simple and honest driver in the front row also saw Wang Yang's confusion through the rearview mirror, and asked very thoughtfully.

"What's the matter, little brother, you seem to have something on your mind?"

Wang Yang smiled slightly: "Actually, it's nothing. I just can't figure it out. Is it possible that those legendary existences are hidden in the countryside and don't care about world affairs?"

Hearing Wang Yang's ignorant words, the driver was not surprised. Instead, after thinking for a long time, he replied very seriously: "The big hermit hides in the city, and the little hermit hides in the wild. Perhaps, those high-ranking existences in your mouth , maybe he already had this very ordinary job, maybe it was an ordinary taxi driver like me."

"Uh-huh."

After hearing what the driver said, Wang Yang seemed a little noncommittal.

Although he felt that what the driver uncle said was very reasonable, he did not agree with his point of view.

That is the legendary "Three Sects and Four Sages", the powerhouses of the Transcendent Realm!

How is it possible to drive a taxi!

Unless they are really like this uncle, they also want to experience life.

Soon, the taxi stopped at the door of an old residential building.

This is Wang Yang's home, the happy community.

After paying the fare, Wang Yang limped into the community dragging his luggage.

What Wang Yang didn't know was that after he got out of the car and dragged his suitcase and left, the honest driver looked at his back and laughed.

"Wang Yang, a high-risk sequence, witty and intelligent, is worthy of being his son..."

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Happiness Community, Building No. [-].

This is the dormitory building for the employees of the textile factory, and basically all the people living in the textile factory unit live there.

Looking at the old buildings whose walls had begun to fall off, Wang Yang felt very sad.

My mother has worked hard for half of her life, and at such an advanced age, she is still working hard in the textile factory to support her family and live in this old-fashioned building.

Thinking of this, Wang Yang, who was sore in his heart, quickened his pace a little when he went up the stairs.

Soon, Wang Yang came to the door of his house. Just as he was about to knock on the door, he suddenly heard the sound of playing mahjong from inside.

"Two."

"No."

"fifty thousand."

"Touch, a cake!"

"Large!... Nonsense! Flowers bloom on the edge! Make money, make money!"

"..."

Hearing his mother's familiar voice, Wang Yang was also a little speechless.

No!

This is a bit different from what I imagined!

Shouldn't my mother be making clothes in a textile factory?

When did you come back and hide at home and start playing mahjong?

And today is not a holiday!

It seems... Bah! From the sound, she should be living quite comfortably!

Wang Yang suppressed the curiosity in his heart and knocked on the door.

"Dong dong dong, dong dong dong..."

Mama Wang, who was interrupted from her poker game, seemed very unhappy. After opening the door, she said with a displeased expression.

"Who is it?"

"Mom! It's me!"

"Wang Yang?"

Who knew that Wang's mother was not overly happy when she saw her precious son carrying big and small luggage, but instead looked like a ghost.

"Aren't you in college? Why are you back?"

"I……"

Before Wang Yang finished speaking, Mother Wang seemed to have thought of a very bad possibility, grabbed Wang Yang's hand and said:

"Have you been expelled from school?"

"..."

"Mom, you're thinking too much, I've already graduated from college!"

Hearing this, Mother Wang, who was already panicked, became even more frightened:

"Yangyang, tell mom honestly, did you go to Pheasant University? It takes three years to study for a junior college. Why did you graduate in one year?"

"..."