This is not yet an era when foreign and domestic communication is convenient. English has only emerged in the past few years, and many people do not understand it.
The conductor in front of him couldn't understand either. After seeing the teacher's certificate that the man in the suit took out with him, the doubts in his heart began to be dispelled.
He turned to look at Song Ye, who took the initiative to join in, and asked aloud: "Young man, are you sure this thing is really not drinkable? Where does the evidence come from?"
"I understand English, it's written on the back of this bottle." Song Ye also pointed to the bottle.
Immediately, the man in the suit denied: "It's impossible. You couldn't see behind the bottle at that time. You're lying."
"Yes, you only glanced at it. How could you have seen the back?" The man with glasses on the upper bunk also jumped out to testify.
Although he didn't know what exactly happened, he and the man in the suit were together, so naturally he had to be on his side.
The two people's denials made everyone frown, and they felt that there was little chance that Song Ye, a half-year-old child, could understand foreign languages.
"Okay, let's get the injuries checked and I'll pay for it." Song Ye shrugged and said this calmly, indicating that she would take care of this matter to the end.
The man in the suit was so angry that his lungs were about to explode. Every time he met Song Ye, his punches were like hitting cotton, which really made him feel powerless.
But now, he really didn't dare to get his injuries checked.
When he was thinking hard to no avail, he remembered the identity of the sloppy male thief, so he glanced at him sideways and said meaningfully: "If you want to go, some people may not want to go. You think everyone is like you and will stay here with you if you have nothing to do." You’re playing house.”
This was so ironic that even the conductor felt a little unhappy.
"Ahem..." At this time, a dull cough sounded from outside the crowd, and then an old and hoarse voice came in, "I understand English, show me."
The crowd parted, and Song Ye saw an old man walking in with a slightly stooped body. He was only about sixty years old, but he looked very old, with bags under his eyes, but he stood in front of others with dignity.
When the train conductor saw the old man, his eyes immediately lit up, "Professor Wu, it's great that you are here. There is something I need your help with. What is this bottle?"
While he was talking, the bottle was delivered to the old man.
He looked at it carefully and immediately said, "Which uneducated person drank this mouthwash?"
Mouthwash. This was the second time I heard the term. Although everyone didn't quite understand what it meant, they clearly felt something was wrong.
"Professor, you said you can't drink this?" the conductor asked cautiously and cautiously.
"Nonsense." Professor Wu rolled his eyes at him, "This is what foreigners use to gargle and relieve pain in the mouth. Drinking it will definitely cause problems." As he spoke, Professor Wu had already glanced at the man in the suit with a pale face. The two of them were standing very close to each other, and without thinking, he stabbed the other person in the stomach.
"Well… "
puff…
As the man in the suit held his stomach and groaned in pain, a fart sound could be heard clearly. Everyone smelled the stench and turned their heads in disgust while covering their noses.
Professor Wu threw the bottle back on the table and gestured, "Here, this is what will happen if you drink it, vomiting and diarrhea."
At this time, the man in the suit couldn't bear it any longer. He covered his butt with one hand and his mouth with the other, squeezed through the crowd and rushed to the toilet.
Everyone couldn't help laughing when they saw him twisting and tightening his buttocks.
Later, the truth of the matter finally came to light. The sloppy man who was raped in the middle of the night was innocent, but it was still difficult to avoid the ending of fare evasion and getting off the bus.
Seeing that there was no excitement to watch, everyone felt sleepy and went back to their seats to sleep.
"Sir, if you don't pay for the ticket, please follow me to the waiting room first." The conductor apologized, but it was still business.
The sloppy man lowered his head helplessly, turned around and was about to follow, when Song Ye behind him spoke again.
"I'll pay for the ticket for him."
This time, let alone the conductor, even the slovenly man found it unbelievable that the two people who met by chance would be so prejudicial
But when he saw Song Ye taking out his wallet from his pocket, the sloppy man was stunned, and then he cursed in his heart, "Fuck."
"Take the ride to the capital." Two ten-dollar bills were handed over generously. The conductor laughed and only praised the young man for his kindness.
But the sloppy man couldn't help but smile, and his eyes were still staring at the wallet in Song Ye's hand.
That was the wallet that had disappeared from his pocket for no reason during the body search just now.
Holding the brand new train ticket in his hand, the sloppy man felt mixed feelings, especially when Song Yelai said before leaving, "Brother, see you tomorrow."
Haha, hell see you tomorrow.
Both the protagonists left this room, and the man with glasses and the woman on the lower bunk sat there without daring to say a word.
"Is something wrong?" Song Ye looked up at the old man in front of him and asked calmly.
As soon as the old guy stabbed the man in the suit, she saw the clues. The spot was right between the stomach and the abdomen. The force was not strong, but it was like a switch button. It immediately made the man in the suit go into a fit. His technique was really extraordinary.
Professor Wu was not so thoughtful. Instead, he changed his serious look and laughed, "You are so generous, kid."
Song Ye was a little confused by his smile and did not move for a moment.
The old man sat down on her bed without any politeness at all, "What's your name? Do you really understand the English on the bottle or have you seen it before?"
"Song Ye." At least he had just stepped in to save the situation. Song Ye didn't chase anyone away. He crossed his hands behind his head and leaned against the wall to explain: "It's not difficult to write English on the bottle."
"Oh? You can't tell that he is quite knowledgeable despite his young age." The old man raised a smile and seemed to appreciate the cold young man in front of him.
Without the pressure just now, the woman on the opposite bed finally dared to speak, and she praised Song Ye, "Oh, you don't know, Song Ye is the top scorer in the high school entrance examination in Luo Province this year, and has been in the newspaper. This kid has a good heart, is eager to help others, and will definitely be promising in the future."
When Professor Wu heard this, he was surprised. He turned to stare at her and said, "There really are two brushes. My name is Wu Yi. I am a university professor. I teach English. You can understand the English on the bottle." , proves that the vocabulary is very solid, come on, look more carefully, see if you can understand the explanation?"
Looking at the bottle stretched out in front of him, Song Ye opened his eyelids and glanced at the smiling old man with his peripheral vision, and then raised his hand to take the bottle.
Just when Kankan was about to grab the bottle, Wu Yi suddenly stepped forward and quickly grabbed Song Ye's shoulder. He grabbed her wrist with his other hand and stretched her arm from top to bottom in a skillful way. Read it again.