It's rush hour, and there's a lot of traffic.

The gloomy sky was like a heavy curtain over the city, and a light rain kept falling.

Although people's mood is inexplicably depressed and irritable, it does not affect their busy rhythm at all.

One bus after another stopped at the platform, the doors opened, people frantically poured in, the doors closed, and drove away.

However, there seems to be a small episode here, there is an uncle with an umbrella, who hurriedly squeezed into the car but forgot to collect the umbrella and was stuck at the door.

People were jamming at the car doors, and there was a wave of complaints.

Someone shouted: What kind of bus did you come to squeeze with their young people so early at such an age, even if it was morning exercise and grocery shopping, this heavy rain, there was no need to rush this time.

Someone agreed: That is, the car is already slow on a rainy day, and if you are late, the full attendance award will be lost again this month...

A voice said: You can't speak with a little morality? Everyone will get old, so can't they be more tolerant and forbearing? It's not easy for people to be so old. Besides, if you're afraid of being late, you can catch the bus early, but if you're afraid of crowding, you can take a taxi...... Really, I hate the kind of people who think the whole world should be on you......

Everyone was very unhappy in their hearts, but they didn't know how to refute it.

Heh, nominally eight o'clock in the morning, but they have to be at the office at seven fifty. Just on the way, you need to take a bus for more than 40 minutes, and you need to walk at least 10 minutes to get out of the rental house of the resettlement house, which means that you must leave home at 6:50 at the latest......

It is six o'clock in the afternoon to get off work, and when I get home, I will help the children with their homework, and when the children go to bed, they will clean up the house, do the laundry, and go to bed at twelve o'clock. Wake up at half past five in the morning, and even if you don't eat, you have to prepare for your child. And then pick yourself up... The husband went to work a little late, and the place where he went to work was a little closer, just enough to send the child to school, but she had to take care of the child to get up and get everything ready......

Oh, to put it nicely, "taxi" and "catch the car early"......

I hope that such a person can always maintain this truth, goodness and beauty.

At the top of the line was a woman in a plaid shirt, about twenty years old, with two braids, looking very anxious and dazed.

The woman was carrying a large bulging canvas wrap on her back, and a leather bag was hanging from her chest, which was tightly guarded.

But the old man who got on the car in front of him was still blocking the door of the car, looking trembling, trembling and getting his umbrella, not up or down.

shook her head and face with water, and the umbrella bone almost poked her in the eye.

The driver above shouted: "Get in the car and go to the back, there is still a vacant seat behind, go to the back, don't block the people who get on the bus...... There are still those who have not gotten on the bus, and there are still ......"

They also need to clock in, and they will be deducted if they are late. It's raining today, and it's going to be slow, so you have to pinch the time.

The people below were in a hurry, and hurriedly shouted: "Also, also, master, wait a minute..."

They didn't dare to shout at the uncle, so they could only complain about the woman, otherwise they were afraid of being caught by the truth, kindness and beauty and said that they didn't respect the old and loved the young: you should hurry up. Really, what are you doing with such a big bag...

The driver glanced this way, and the old man was standing at the door of the car, but there was a blank circle among the people below, and there was a slight strangeness in his heart. Where is the woman with a backpack?

I don't know where there was a push, and three or four men, carrying wet umbrellas in their hands, cut into the queue and pushed the woman aside.

The woman felt that the package on her back was brought to the side by a strong force, and she was also wrapped in this force, and she couldn't help but be "lifted" to the side with the surrounding power.

The men surrounded her, and the power of tugging and dragging came from the backpack and the small bag on her chest.

Now even a fool knows that this group of people did it on purpose, deliberately squeezing her to the side...... This is blatant robbery!

The woman clung to the bag in front of her and shouted, "What are you going to do, get out of the way-"

Unfortunately, her shouts were drowned out by the noisy traffic and various sounds around her, and the crowd was also obscured by umbrellas.

Let's say that the old man who had been blocking the door of the car just now finally put away the umbrella and asked the driver: Is this Route 24?

The driver is full of black lines, and the front compartment is written on the 346 road, and you have been here for a long time before asking if it is 24 road, which is not clear to find fault.

But I still try to calm the anger in my heart: "No, no... This is 346 Road..."For fear that he will be photographed by a kind person rejecting the elderly, and when it is announced, he will not be able to keep his job.

I had a colleague who was complained about disrespecting the elderly... And doxxed... In the end, not only was the job gone, but even the family was spurned... I can't afford to mess with it......

And the people waiting to get on the bus below were not depressed, and hurriedly called the old man, "This is not No. 24, you got on the wrong bus..."

Obviously, I was extremely resentful in my heart, but I still had to say, "Be careful, don't fall......"

The old man got down, and people were finally able to get on the bus smoothly.

What people didn't notice was that there was Route 24 behind him, and the old man walked to the platform and sat down, but he didn't get on the train.

On the other side, the group pushed the woman out of the crowd and onto the sidewalk, where they finally stopped pretending and revealed their true colors.

Two middle-aged men grabbed the small leather bag in front of the woman and dragged it vigorously, and a middle-aged woman next to her, who looked very plainly dressed, hit her on the head with a paratrooper ferociously.

There were also people dragging her backpack behind, and when she saw that she couldn't tear it off for a while, she pulled out all the things in it and threw them everywhere.

Inside was a change of clothes she brought, as well as personal items, toiletries, sanitary napkins, etc., which were thrown on the ground and ruthlessly trampled by people's feet, a mess.

But the people around them didn't realize it, and when they saw that she still refused to let go, they began to beat her hard.

The woman cried, "No, this is what I gave to my grandmother, you can't take it..."

The few people around scolded and cursed, probably very dissatisfied with her way of asking for money and not dying.

The middle-aged woman almost broke off the woman's fingers, and finally ripped open the small bag in front of her, revealing a wad of colorful bills.

Everyone immediately became excited and punched and kicked the woman wildly.

The woman cried and begged for mercy, and inside was her family's savings and her daughter's life-saving money......

But this is the rush hour, who has the energy to notice the conspiracy under these umbrellas?

And even if someone sees it, who would dare to step forward?