Song Yan walked slowly, glancing at the platform as he went. Finally, after walking through about four or five carriages, he saw Wei Aiguo on the platform!

The whistle blew, signaling the train was about to depart. Wei Aiguo then boarded the train.

Wei Aiguo helped Song Yan slowly walk back.

There was no one at the junction of the two carriages.

The train started moving, and everyone sat in their seats with the carriage doors closed on both sides, so no one paid any attention to this area.

Wei Aiguo opened the willow basket, and Song Yan put two watermelons inside. Cucumbers were stuffed into the gaps.

Song Yan took out a large cloth bag containing four roasted chickens wrapped in oil paper, and plump white steamed buns that were still warm. There was also a large jar of stir-fried pickled vegetables and chili sauce, as well as fried pancakes and scallions.

“Don’t you like tomatoes and peaches? Bring out a few more,” Wei Aiguo said.

Song Yan: "Isn't this too much?"

"It's alright! Let's go!"

Wei Aiguo carried a willow basket on his back and had things in both hands.

Song Yan opened the carriage door and walked into the sleeper carriage.

"It's over... The train has already left, and your second brother still hasn't gotten on!" It was Aunt Wei's voice.

"Little sister, don't worry, your son isn't that stupid." It was Old Zeng.

“Mother!” Wei Aiguo called out.

Everyone looked at Wei Aiguo.

"Grandma, look, your son's on the train, isn't he?" The young male train conductor was sweating because of the old lady's crying.

Wei Aiguo quickened his pace and said, "Mother, I came up from another carriage."

The train conductor was very unhappy, his tone particularly rude, "Don't get off the train next time! Look how worried you've made this old lady... Did you buy all this on the platform?" The conductor heard from the old lady that her son had gone to the platform to buy food, but he hadn't come back on. Whatever the man was carrying, whatever it was, it wasn't something sold on the platform.

"No, no. My comrade knew I was passing through here, and he found a way to bring it up."

"I'm so sorry for causing you trouble just now," Wei Aiguo quickly explained.

The train conductor nodded, but his expression remained grim. He stared at Wei Aiguo's belongings; he could smell the fragrance. What was it? It smelled so good. "You're not allowed to go there again, do you hear me? Do you think this train belongs to you? Have you checked these things before taking them on the train? Take them over there, I need to check..."

"Di Jianjun!" Old Zeng's voice revealed his dissatisfaction.

"arrive!"

Old Zeng gave Di Jianjun a wink.

Di Jianjun saluted the train conductor and said, "Hello, comrade! This is my work ID."

The train conductor had just seen the young man in military uniform, but he hadn't paid any attention to him.

Upon seeing Di Jianjun's identification, the train conductor immediately became more friendly, extending his hand to shake Di Jianjun's. "Hello! Comrade! Is there anything I can help you with?"

“The old commander is getting on in years and doesn’t like to be disturbed,” Di Jianjun said.

Old Zeng didn't look at the train attendant, but said to Wei Aiguo, "You're so slow and dawdling when doing such a small thing. You don't look like a young person at all."

"Aren't you coming over here!"

The train conductor was a little unwilling, but having seen the soldier's identification, he didn't dare to act recklessly. He glanced at Wei Aiguo's belongings as he left.