Escape and others

HM told me something interesting. She has a tough friend who gets an expired IC card each time on a bus. In order to achieve a realistic effect, when swiping the card, in this way, he escaped from the ticket n times with his own mouth. At last, he was discovered by the careful uncle driver and asked him to paint it again to show his innocence. As a result, he missed it. I think the people who saw him in the car must have the same look as I heard this story.

In fact, I have been skipping tickets for a while. Before I was eleven years old, I went to many places with my dad, took many trains, cars, and took many roads. The reason why I went out with my dad was basically due to the relationship between tolerances, so there was no excess of me in the reimbursement expenses. In order to save money, I often skipped tickets and achieved remarkable results. I have escaped numerous train tickets and bus tickets, and in my young mind, I believe that children like me do not need money to take a bus. This is socialism. Today, when I think about it, I still feel very proud and smile. At that age, these simple acts of no public morality without selfish motives were a great adventure in my eyes. At that time, China's railway system management was still chaotic, and I basically didn't need to pass the ticket when I got on the bus. On the platform, I left my dad. A man in the crowd bravely crowded into the bus and joined me again in the car. In the middle of the Ticket inspection, I will leave my dad's side and go to the vacant space next to an old man to make a "temporary" family member to gain sympathy. In my memory, I have never been found in the car, but I was caught by the careful uncle of the Railway Police when I arrived in Beijing at the station, I had to be taken by my dad to make up the ticket. When I made up the ticket, I intentionally pretended that the Earth's gravity was enhanced, so that I could leave myself below 1 meter 4, so that I would be half-voting. Alas, who makes me not a few years old so big, fortunately, IQ can solve all problems. While I was out with my dad, I also acted as a strong member of his seat. When I got on a bus, I immediately locked a seat and immediately took advantage of my small body and agile movements to move around in the crowd. I sat down in my seat and waved to my dad, here we are. I will always remember that in the winter morning, there were all sorts of ass around in the crowded car, wet tram floors, and the wood was purple in soy sauce, with a strong influx. At that time, I went to Shandong most often. It may be that the living conditions of the people there were good, and the fart was stinking. But I 've hurt me. In my opinion, Shandong is a province with a bad fart. I still remember that I had a breakfast one morning at the hotel and hung a parrot at the door of the restaurant. Every time I passed by, I hoped that it could say something to me, it's a pity that every time it looks at me silently, it's a pity that it's so shiny and shiny, after all, it's just a flat animal. The most funny thing to do when I go to Beijing is that I have to squat on the toilet every time I go to the bathroom, and my dad is half-dead. What's the solution? I am so short and I am not used to it. When my dad and my colleagues go out to work, I play in the hotel room. I remember I had no intention of spitting out on the balcony on the second floor of Beijing, then I was excited by the small rainbow captured by the sun. I was spitting water all afternoon. At night, I had to spit it out like a crab. The sea in Qingdao is very beautiful. In the evening, my dad took me across the sea. I saw the waves constantly coming up and hitting the coast. My dad explained that it was a rising tide, but I don't know what the Rising Tide means. Maybe, it's a monster blowing in the sea. In the early morning, a mother turned stones at the beach with her daughter. I saw a big crab in the plastic bucket they brought, and I was so envious. Qingdao, my dad and my mom have brought me many times. There is a wire toy sold in Beihai Park in Beijing, which can be changed in many shapes. My eyes are terrible, but my dad still didn't buy me, so I am very disappointed. The first trip we felt was in Jinan in winter. We just got off the bus and waited for a car on the platform. There was no one in the dark street. The father and son waited quietly in the cold air. Also, every time you listen to the sound of a pair of rails under the train's seat, you will be half asleep. It seems that life is always on the road.

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Lao Yu's signatures are all written into the lyrics. I despise him very much. Let's despise him together.