Chapter 499: The Lazy, Fair-skinned Youth and the Hardworking, Strong Laborer (22)
The lazy, fair-skinned educated youth and the hardworking, strong laborer (Twenty-two)
The journey was relatively smooth in the end. One reason was that Lance dispelled some people's ideas, and the other was that Lance had time to stand up and stretch his muscles.
Before he stood up, there were a few prying eyes on him, but as soon as he stood up and raised his head and touched the ceiling, those eyes immediately disappeared without a trace - even further north, a 1.93-meter-tall man was very rare.
Song Ning also noticed it, so he stood up and stretched his muscles with Lance.
Although he is less than 1.9 meters tall, his height of over 1.8 meters and his explosive muscles developed from years of farm work are indeed a bit intimidating.
Now no one dared to even look at them.
Song Ning: “…”
This is the first time I found that something that looks scary is actually quite useful.
Lance looked at him with an indulgent smile, and Song Ning turned his head and saw it, showing a hint of embarrassment.
"I'm just tired of sitting."
It's definitely not because I think Lance is so awesome that I want to learn from him.
"Okay, but you're tired after standing for so long, why don't you sit down and eat something?"
Lance pushed the person inside, sat down by the aisle, and took out the oranges he had brought into the car.
Song Ning took it, peeled it and gave him half of it. "I didn't expect to be able to buy this. You are so lucky."
Lance smiled without saying anything and just followed Song Ning's hand to eat half of the orange.
It is indeed difficult to buy oranges at this time. He used some tricks to get this batch of oranges. After all, considering that the train ride is too long, there are too many people on the train and the smells are too mixed, a little orange peel can make Song Ning feel much more comfortable.
They peeled three or four and stopped eating. However, the fragrance of oranges spread in the carriage, making many people in the same carriage feel more comfortable.
Fang Zhiyuan, who was sitting behind them, was one of them.
His business trip was too long this time and he was also having some difficulty acclimatizing to the local climate. When he got on the train, he smelled a bunch of chicken shit, duck feathers, and sweat glands. He almost vomited as soon as he sat down.
But Fang Zhiyuan didn't dare to go to the toilet casually. He was going out alone this time. Once he left, the seat he had managed to grab would probably have nothing to do with him anymore.
So no matter how uncomfortable he was, he just kept his butt glued to the seat and didn't move.
At this moment, he smelled the scent of orange and couldn't help but turn his head to look.
The two young men sitting in the back were taller than each other, but they were both wearing neat white shirts and looked like educated youth.
Two educated youth?
Fang Zhiyuan thought about it and couldn't help knocking. He saw two handsome faces, each with a different style but both very good-looking, turned around.
He froze for a moment.
"Is something wrong?"
Lance asked quietly.
This person looks unfamiliar. I probably haven't seen him in my previous life. He shouldn't be an important character in the plot.
When Lance speaks to Song Ning, his voice unconsciously softens, sounding gentle and low, like a lover whispering in one's ear, or as pleasant as a cello playing.
But to outsiders, his voice unconsciously carried a sense of intimidation, and his words clearly carried a sense of alienation and warning.
Fang Zhiyuan was a little frightened, but he didn't have any bad intentions, and he was traveling everywhere to discuss business, so he was still brave enough.
He was the first to show a friendly smile and pointed to the oranges on the table.
"Just a small matter. I wonder where you two bought your oranges? I feel a little dizzy after riding in the car today. I want to buy one or two oranges from you. I hope you two brothers will give them some."
Oranges are not a rare thing under normal circumstances, but they are not in season yet. Fang Zhiyuan has traveled all over the country, so he has some experience.
The oranges on the table look big, shiny, thin-skinned, juicy, and have a strong fragrance.
Otherwise he wouldn't have been attracted by the orange smell, so he didn't offer to exchange it, but paid for it.
Song Ning subconsciously looked at Lance, and Lance looked at Fang Zhiyuan and shook his head.
"I bought this specially for Ning and my brother to eat."
He was not lying. The other food was made by him after he bought it. Only the orange was specially prepared by him for Song Ning.
This means a polite refusal.
Fang Zhiyuan suddenly felt a little regretful, and he couldn't help but look at the oranges on the table several times.
He couldn't really put it into words, but he felt that it looked more and more tempting, and the fragrance was really good.
After much thought, he gave up.
"How about giving me some of the orange peels you don't want? To be honest, the scent of your orange peels is really fragrant. I just smelled a little bit in the back and immediately felt less carsick."
Lance didn't care about this. He glanced at Song Ning. Song Ning nodded, reached out and picked up a few relatively intact orange peels and handed them to Fang Zhiyuan.
Fang Zhiyuan thanked him a few words before taking it, but he let out a slight exclamation in his heart.
Why do these two brothers look so weird?
He thought that the tall brother was the one who made the decision, but it seems that the brother actually cares about his younger brother's opinion?
After Fang Zhiyuan asked for orange peels, several other people in the car also came over to ask for orange peels.
The timid ones didn't dare to come, and even when the brave ones came, Lance didn't nod his head at all of them. There was one woman with a child who started to use moral blackmail as if they were breaking the law of heaven if they didn't let her child smell the orange peels. Lance just gave her a glare and the woman didn't dare to say anything more.
Others who were polite enough to ask successfully got one or two pieces of orange peel from Song Ning.
The woman looked sour, but couldn't help but say something sour.
"It's just an orange peel, but you treat it like a treasure. It's like you've never seen anything good in your life. You treat trash that others don't want as a treasure and lick its face. Don't you feel ashamed?"
Those people blushed, and Fang Zhiyuan, who was sitting behind Song Ning Lans, couldn't help it.
He stood up and sneered, "What? You can't speak human language and offend people, so you say the grapes are sour? If you really think it's rubbish, why didn't you have the nerve to ask for it on behalf of your son?"
"Oh, I see. If you put it that way, your son just likes trash, right? Then isn't he also trash? If you can give birth to a piece of trash, then you are a big piece of trash."
After he finished speaking, he pinched the orange peel and sniffed it hard. The rich fragrance immediately made him feel much more comfortable.
Fang Zhiyuan's eyes lit up inexplicably. This orange was not only not trash, it might even be a great treasure!
He was the first to speak and set an example, and the others who got the orange peels also criticized the woman.
Her dark face flushed red, and finally she pulled the child and scolded him, then squeezed into the front carriage and disappeared.
Song Ning and Lance didn't care. They sat for a while, and Lance simply took the time to explain the questions to Song Ning - the college entrance examination was approaching, and one more point of preparation was always better than one less.
His voice was not loud, but it just happened to reach the ears of Fang Zhiyuan behind him.
Fang Zhiyuan, who was holding the orange peel to save his life, almost popped his eyes out. How could these two brothers still have the energy to study in this car?
It's simply amazing.