Chapter 2482 Saved 1 lives and built a 7-level pagoda
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Ye Chen
Chapter 2482 Saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda
Ma Lan stood by the roadside at the exit of the airport and kept calling Xiao Changkun, but she couldn't get through.
She didn't see her and cursed: "This damn Xiao Changkun, I don't know where he died, and he hasn't answered my phone all the time."
Xiao Churan asked her: "Mom, are you sure you told Dad about the time?"
Ma Lan said angrily: "Of course I made it clear to him. He has already promised me on the phone. Who knows why he didn't answer the call until now. It's really unreliable."
Xiao Churan also quickly took out her mobile phone and called Xiao Changkun, but no one answered the phone as Ma Lan said.
She said with a very nervous expression: "Dad, there must be some accident... It's not time to sleep now, why can't I get through the phone?"
Ye Chen quickly persuaded: "My wife, don't think about it. Dad is in good health. If there is any accident, it may be because he fell asleep. If you want me to say, let's go home first and have a look!"
"Yes!" Xiao Churan agreed very much: "Hurry up and go home. If Dad is not at home, we are going out to look for it. If it doesn't work, call the police!"
Ma Lan on the side said very displeasedly: "Go home? How come home? Your dad didn't drive over to pick him up, how can we go back?"
Xiao Churan said subconsciously: "Let's just take a taxi and go back."
"Taxi?!" Ma Lan said with a very exaggerated expression: "Your mother and I are also celebrities. In New York and in Bedford Hills Correctional Institution, your mother and I are the most famous people. I am a private person along the way. The plane is back, if you don’t let me take a Rolls-Royce after getting off the plane, it’s fine if you don’t get me a Mercedes-Benz BMW, and let me take a taxi, where will I put my face?”
Xiao Churan said helplessly: "Oh mom, what time is it, you still pay attention to these things, let's go home and see what happened to Dad is the most important thing!"
Saying that, without waiting for Ma Lan's reply, she quickly reached out and stopped a taxi on the side of the road.
Seeing that Ye Chen and Xiao Churan opened the car door and were about to go up, Ma Lan said with a depressed face: "Churan, at least you can call a luxury car or something, get a broken Jetta, how shabby!"
Seeing that her mother was so human, Xiao Churan couldn't help saying angrily: "If you want to take a luxury car, then you can wait here, and Ye Chen and I will go back first."
After all, he opened the door and sat in.
Seeing this, Ma Lan immediately lost her persistence and could only sit in the co-pilot resentfully.
As soon as she entered the co-pilot, she frowned, covered her nose and said to the driver, "I said master, why does your taxi smell so heavy?"
The master said casually, "Does it smell like smoke?"
"That's right!" Ma Lan blurted out in a bad tone, "It smells like smoke, can't you smell it? Is that nose on top of your mouth?"
The master curled his lips: "The smell of smoke is naturally because I smoke, what's the fuss about it."
Ma Lan said angrily: "How can you smoke in the taxi? You don't have a sense of service, do you?"
The master was also a little angry, his eyes widened, and he said: "It was smoked when the car was parked, and I didn't smoke when you came up. The taxi company stipulates that we are not allowed to smoke in front of passengers, and I haven't violated the rules, have I? Oh, you only take my car for 10 minutes at most, don't you allow me to smoke at other times?"
Ma Lan said angrily: "You figure it out, the taxi is your service place, you have to keep your service place clean and clean, and the air is fresh. Are you justified by the smell of smoke?"
The master said in a choked voice: "This service place is provided by the taxi company, not by me. I just drive. If you are not satisfied with anything, you can go to the taxi company for advice."
As he said that, the master muttered in dissatisfaction: "It's just a cigarette, what's the fuss about it, your old man doesn't smoke?"
Ma Lan rolled his eyes at him, and hummed, "Smack."
The master answered, "That's it. If you smell the smoke at home, you can smell it, and you can smell it when you go out. What's the difference?"
Ma Lan said two words in disdain: "Dead."
The master subconsciously asked, "What died?"
Ma Lan said loudly on purpose: "Didn't you ask if my old man smokes? I will answer you that he smokes, he smokes to death."
The master's expression turned ugly, but he still retorted palely: "You see, you, a lesbian, don't like what you say. There are many possibilities for a person's death. How do you know that he died of smoking?"
"Lung cancer!" Ma Lan said angrily, "He got lung cancer from smoking, and it spread to his heart, liver, spleen, lung, kidney, and brain. After living for three months, he died within a week, so I donated his body to the medical school and let those medical students disembowel him for practice, which can be considered as a contribution to society.”
As he said that, Ma Lan said with emotion: "Oh, you don't know. The professor of the medical school said that the two lungs of my old man are blacker than coal from smoking. Once you open your stomach, you can smell the smell. The smell of smoke was so fishy and smelly that the old professor was almost suffocated to death on the spot. Two lungs were cut off and pulled out, just like the freshly smoked pork, dripping oil , that’s all the tar in the cigarette! Say it yourself, did he die from smoking?”
When the master heard this, his expression looked like he had eaten a poisonous fly. He was really disgusted and frightened.
Ma Lan saw that his expression was very ugly and he didn't talk to him, so she couldn't help muttering: "Hey, you said that the cancer cells are really strong, the lungs have been smoked into coke, and the cancer cells can grow and grow stronger, and their vitality is indeed tenacious." , It feels like a lot of fungus can grow on the rotten wood, which is a bit interesting."
The master said to himself: "What does this mean to your mother! What a fucking metaphor you are talking about, you damn old woman, why are you so fucking annoying!"
Ye Chen sat in the back, feeling extremely helpless, and thought to himself: "My mother-in-law is really vengeful, but my father-in-law just didn't drive over to pick her up, but in the end he really spoke up, and she cursed my husband in front of the taxi driver. People smoked to death, and were taken to open up by medical students, this mouth is really no one."
Xiao Churan was also very angry, she was sitting behind Ma Lan, hearing Ma Lan cursing her father like that, she couldn't accept it in her heart.
But she was not good enough to expose Ma Lan's lies in front of the taxi driver, because that might make the taxi driver doubt his life, so she could only cough a few times hard from behind as a reminder.
When Ma Lan heard Xiao Churan coughing, she naturally knew, daughter, what does this mean?But she was angry with Xiao Changkun in her heart, and she didn't care about the presence of her daughter and son-in-law, so she continued to say to the driver: "Master, what you just said is right, smoking is actually quite normal, and it's only natural to get lung cancer. You, just smoke boldly, anyway, life is alive, isn’t it just to live happily?”
The master had an embarrassed expression on his face, and said falteringly: "Ahem, this...this smoking...is really harmful to health, this can be smoked less, or as little as possible..."
Ma Lan smiled and asked the driver, "Master, how much do you smoke this day?"
The master awkwardly held the steering wheel with one hand, scratched his scalp with the other hand, and said without confidence: "My... a little bit more... a day... that's probably just... more than one pack. a little……"
Ma Lan nodded, and said casually, "Almost, before my old men left, they made one and a half packs a day, but the people in their early thirties disappeared."
After finishing speaking, she looked at the driver and asked curiously: "Master, I think you are also in your 50s or [-]s?"
The master laughed and said, "I...I'm 52..."
"Excellent." Ma Lan gave a thumbs up and said seriously: "You're good at what you do. If you grit your teeth and persist for more than ten years, you will live twice as long as my husband."
The master's expression at this time was much uglier than crying.
At this time, Ma Lan couldn't help but sighed: "Actually, what's the point of living so long? My gentlemen left early and didn't have to worry about anything. Unlike me, who is both a father and a mother, sometimes I just Think about it, in fact, it would be better if the person who left was me, then I would die sooner and be reborn sooner, and leave sooner and be liberated.”
The master glanced at the shelf under the car's center console, and saw a pack of Jinling cigarettes inside, feeling mixed emotions.
Xiao Churan couldn't bear it anymore, so he patted the back of Ma Lan's seat and said angrily, "Mom! Why aren't you done yet!"
Ma Lan turned around and said with a sense of justice: "Churan, I am suppressing my longing and grief for your father and using your father's personal case to kindly remind this master to pay attention to his health. If he listens With these words, if you can quit smoking, even if you just smoke less in the future and live a few more years, do you think I have saved his life?"
As he said that, Ma Lan waved his hand: "Forget it, we didn't save his life, saving half or a quarter of his life, isn't it an exaggeration? People say that saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda , your mother, I am accumulating some virtue for myself, right?"
Xiao Churan asked her angrily: "Then what about my dad? Are you not afraid of harming your virtue when you say that about my dad?"
Ma Lan said seriously: "He's dead, what can I say?"
Xiao Churan said angrily: "Mom! It would be too much to say that!"
Seeing that Xiao Churan was really angry, Ma Lan said quickly: "Okay, okay, I won't say anything, can't I just stop talking?"
After finishing speaking, he said to the driver: "Master, you, I should slap you in the future, don't take what I just said seriously, just think that I am teasing you."
The corner of the master's mouth twitched a few times, and he said awkwardly, "Uh...that...okay..."
During the following journey, Ma Lan seemed to have almost vented, and didn't say a word.
Ye Chen and Xiao Churan also stopped talking because of this awkward atmosphere, and they were speechless all the way.
More than half an hour later, the taxi stopped in front of Tomson's Yipin villa area.
Ye Chen paid, and the three got out of the car.
Seeing that the three of them had gone far away, the driver grabbed the half pack of Jinling cigarettes and threw them out of the window, cursing, "Fuck you, I won't smoke anymore!"
Before Ye Chen entered the door, he caught a glimpse of a box of things thrown out of the driver's window from the corner of his eye. He was slightly taken aback, and seemed to hear a voice in the dark: "Ma Lan, merit +100, the current balance of merit: minus one hundred and eight thousand... "
(End of this chapter)
Ma Lan stood by the roadside at the exit of the airport and kept calling Xiao Changkun, but she couldn't get through.
She didn't see her and cursed: "This damn Xiao Changkun, I don't know where he died, and he hasn't answered my phone all the time."
Xiao Churan asked her: "Mom, are you sure you told Dad about the time?"
Ma Lan said angrily: "Of course I made it clear to him. He has already promised me on the phone. Who knows why he didn't answer the call until now. It's really unreliable."
Xiao Churan also quickly took out her mobile phone and called Xiao Changkun, but no one answered the phone as Ma Lan said.
She said with a very nervous expression: "Dad, there must be some accident... It's not time to sleep now, why can't I get through the phone?"
Ye Chen quickly persuaded: "My wife, don't think about it. Dad is in good health. If there is any accident, it may be because he fell asleep. If you want me to say, let's go home first and have a look!"
"Yes!" Xiao Churan agreed very much: "Hurry up and go home. If Dad is not at home, we are going out to look for it. If it doesn't work, call the police!"
Ma Lan on the side said very displeasedly: "Go home? How come home? Your dad didn't drive over to pick him up, how can we go back?"
Xiao Churan said subconsciously: "Let's just take a taxi and go back."
"Taxi?!" Ma Lan said with a very exaggerated expression: "Your mother and I are also celebrities. In New York and in Bedford Hills Correctional Institution, your mother and I are the most famous people. I am a private person along the way. The plane is back, if you don’t let me take a Rolls-Royce after getting off the plane, it’s fine if you don’t get me a Mercedes-Benz BMW, and let me take a taxi, where will I put my face?”
Xiao Churan said helplessly: "Oh mom, what time is it, you still pay attention to these things, let's go home and see what happened to Dad is the most important thing!"
Saying that, without waiting for Ma Lan's reply, she quickly reached out and stopped a taxi on the side of the road.
Seeing that Ye Chen and Xiao Churan opened the car door and were about to go up, Ma Lan said with a depressed face: "Churan, at least you can call a luxury car or something, get a broken Jetta, how shabby!"
Seeing that her mother was so human, Xiao Churan couldn't help saying angrily: "If you want to take a luxury car, then you can wait here, and Ye Chen and I will go back first."
After all, he opened the door and sat in.
Seeing this, Ma Lan immediately lost her persistence and could only sit in the co-pilot resentfully.
As soon as she entered the co-pilot, she frowned, covered her nose and said to the driver, "I said master, why does your taxi smell so heavy?"
The master said casually, "Does it smell like smoke?"
"That's right!" Ma Lan blurted out in a bad tone, "It smells like smoke, can't you smell it? Is that nose on top of your mouth?"
The master curled his lips: "The smell of smoke is naturally because I smoke, what's the fuss about it."
Ma Lan said angrily: "How can you smoke in the taxi? You don't have a sense of service, do you?"
The master was also a little angry, his eyes widened, and he said: "It was smoked when the car was parked, and I didn't smoke when you came up. The taxi company stipulates that we are not allowed to smoke in front of passengers, and I haven't violated the rules, have I? Oh, you only take my car for 10 minutes at most, don't you allow me to smoke at other times?"
Ma Lan said angrily: "You figure it out, the taxi is your service place, you have to keep your service place clean and clean, and the air is fresh. Are you justified by the smell of smoke?"
The master said in a choked voice: "This service place is provided by the taxi company, not by me. I just drive. If you are not satisfied with anything, you can go to the taxi company for advice."
As he said that, the master muttered in dissatisfaction: "It's just a cigarette, what's the fuss about it, your old man doesn't smoke?"
Ma Lan rolled his eyes at him, and hummed, "Smack."
The master answered, "That's it. If you smell the smoke at home, you can smell it, and you can smell it when you go out. What's the difference?"
Ma Lan said two words in disdain: "Dead."
The master subconsciously asked, "What died?"
Ma Lan said loudly on purpose: "Didn't you ask if my old man smokes? I will answer you that he smokes, he smokes to death."
The master's expression turned ugly, but he still retorted palely: "You see, you, a lesbian, don't like what you say. There are many possibilities for a person's death. How do you know that he died of smoking?"
"Lung cancer!" Ma Lan said angrily, "He got lung cancer from smoking, and it spread to his heart, liver, spleen, lung, kidney, and brain. After living for three months, he died within a week, so I donated his body to the medical school and let those medical students disembowel him for practice, which can be considered as a contribution to society.”
As he said that, Ma Lan said with emotion: "Oh, you don't know. The professor of the medical school said that the two lungs of my old man are blacker than coal from smoking. Once you open your stomach, you can smell the smell. The smell of smoke was so fishy and smelly that the old professor was almost suffocated to death on the spot. Two lungs were cut off and pulled out, just like the freshly smoked pork, dripping oil , that’s all the tar in the cigarette! Say it yourself, did he die from smoking?”
When the master heard this, his expression looked like he had eaten a poisonous fly. He was really disgusted and frightened.
Ma Lan saw that his expression was very ugly and he didn't talk to him, so she couldn't help muttering: "Hey, you said that the cancer cells are really strong, the lungs have been smoked into coke, and the cancer cells can grow and grow stronger, and their vitality is indeed tenacious." , It feels like a lot of fungus can grow on the rotten wood, which is a bit interesting."
The master said to himself: "What does this mean to your mother! What a fucking metaphor you are talking about, you damn old woman, why are you so fucking annoying!"
Ye Chen sat in the back, feeling extremely helpless, and thought to himself: "My mother-in-law is really vengeful, but my father-in-law just didn't drive over to pick her up, but in the end he really spoke up, and she cursed my husband in front of the taxi driver. People smoked to death, and were taken to open up by medical students, this mouth is really no one."
Xiao Churan was also very angry, she was sitting behind Ma Lan, hearing Ma Lan cursing her father like that, she couldn't accept it in her heart.
But she was not good enough to expose Ma Lan's lies in front of the taxi driver, because that might make the taxi driver doubt his life, so she could only cough a few times hard from behind as a reminder.
When Ma Lan heard Xiao Churan coughing, she naturally knew, daughter, what does this mean?But she was angry with Xiao Changkun in her heart, and she didn't care about the presence of her daughter and son-in-law, so she continued to say to the driver: "Master, what you just said is right, smoking is actually quite normal, and it's only natural to get lung cancer. You, just smoke boldly, anyway, life is alive, isn’t it just to live happily?”
The master had an embarrassed expression on his face, and said falteringly: "Ahem, this...this smoking...is really harmful to health, this can be smoked less, or as little as possible..."
Ma Lan smiled and asked the driver, "Master, how much do you smoke this day?"
The master awkwardly held the steering wheel with one hand, scratched his scalp with the other hand, and said without confidence: "My... a little bit more... a day... that's probably just... more than one pack. a little……"
Ma Lan nodded, and said casually, "Almost, before my old men left, they made one and a half packs a day, but the people in their early thirties disappeared."
After finishing speaking, she looked at the driver and asked curiously: "Master, I think you are also in your 50s or [-]s?"
The master laughed and said, "I...I'm 52..."
"Excellent." Ma Lan gave a thumbs up and said seriously: "You're good at what you do. If you grit your teeth and persist for more than ten years, you will live twice as long as my husband."
The master's expression at this time was much uglier than crying.
At this time, Ma Lan couldn't help but sighed: "Actually, what's the point of living so long? My gentlemen left early and didn't have to worry about anything. Unlike me, who is both a father and a mother, sometimes I just Think about it, in fact, it would be better if the person who left was me, then I would die sooner and be reborn sooner, and leave sooner and be liberated.”
The master glanced at the shelf under the car's center console, and saw a pack of Jinling cigarettes inside, feeling mixed emotions.
Xiao Churan couldn't bear it anymore, so he patted the back of Ma Lan's seat and said angrily, "Mom! Why aren't you done yet!"
Ma Lan turned around and said with a sense of justice: "Churan, I am suppressing my longing and grief for your father and using your father's personal case to kindly remind this master to pay attention to his health. If he listens With these words, if you can quit smoking, even if you just smoke less in the future and live a few more years, do you think I have saved his life?"
As he said that, Ma Lan waved his hand: "Forget it, we didn't save his life, saving half or a quarter of his life, isn't it an exaggeration? People say that saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda , your mother, I am accumulating some virtue for myself, right?"
Xiao Churan asked her angrily: "Then what about my dad? Are you not afraid of harming your virtue when you say that about my dad?"
Ma Lan said seriously: "He's dead, what can I say?"
Xiao Churan said angrily: "Mom! It would be too much to say that!"
Seeing that Xiao Churan was really angry, Ma Lan said quickly: "Okay, okay, I won't say anything, can't I just stop talking?"
After finishing speaking, he said to the driver: "Master, you, I should slap you in the future, don't take what I just said seriously, just think that I am teasing you."
The corner of the master's mouth twitched a few times, and he said awkwardly, "Uh...that...okay..."
During the following journey, Ma Lan seemed to have almost vented, and didn't say a word.
Ye Chen and Xiao Churan also stopped talking because of this awkward atmosphere, and they were speechless all the way.
More than half an hour later, the taxi stopped in front of Tomson's Yipin villa area.
Ye Chen paid, and the three got out of the car.
Seeing that the three of them had gone far away, the driver grabbed the half pack of Jinling cigarettes and threw them out of the window, cursing, "Fuck you, I won't smoke anymore!"
Before Ye Chen entered the door, he caught a glimpse of a box of things thrown out of the driver's window from the corner of his eye. He was slightly taken aback, and seemed to hear a voice in the dark: "Ma Lan, merit +100, the current balance of merit: minus one hundred and eight thousand... "
(End of this chapter)
