Delicate Beauty in the 1970s Flirting with a Commander to Join the Military

Shen Nanqing was blessed with porcelain skin, a lithe figure, and breathtaking grace. Her performance in “Water Moon” stunned audiences and swept through award shows, earning her the title of g...

Chapter 55 Pretending to be Young

The middle-aged man blushed after being sexually assaulted by the woman, and he loudly retorted: "What are you talking about! I am just speaking the truth. This girl looks about the same age as my daughter. How can you randomly accuse her and slander her family for no reason!"

"Oh my! Come and see! These two people teamed up to bully an old widow like me. I just told them a few truths, but they treated me like this. I... I won't live anymore." The woman sat on the lower bunk, howling and slapping her thighs, as if she had suffered a great injustice.

The sharp cries attracted passengers from other carriages. They gathered at the door of the carriage, looking inside with curiosity on their faces, wanting to find out what was going on.

The woman just howled dryly at first, but now that she met more people, she shouted even harder, with snot and tears, trying to win the sympathy of the passengers and use morality to punish the man.

Some curious people measured the man's clothes and the briefcase placed against the wall inside the bed. The briefcase was a bit old and the leather was slightly cracked. They guessed that the man should be an educated civil servant.

The tall and thin man crossed his arms and pouted his lips in a sarcastic tone, "You look so respectful, but you bully old ladies. Do you know how to respect the elderly and love the young? You are so hypocritical."

It was the first time that the young man encountered such a scoundrel. The onlookers' indiscriminate accusations made him angry and anxious. He stammered, "You..." for a long time, but couldn't even utter a complete sentence.

In the end, he could only shake his head with a wry smile at Shen Nanqing, and lay back helplessly and aggrieved, turning his back to the crowd and covering himself with the quilt, out of sight, out of mind.

Shen Nanqing was in such a bad mood that he almost vomited bile. He really didn't have the time to argue with this woman.

Now he finally recovered, and facing the woman's proud and provocative eyes, Shen Nanqing's eyes suddenly turned cold, and his originally lively eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of frost.

Shen Nanqing glanced up and down at the woman, his eyes fixed on the bulging, dusty woven bag under the bed.

"You're really interesting. Everyone calls you auntie, but you shout that you're young. Now you're saying that we're bullying an old widow. It seems you have two faces!" Shen Nanqing's eyes moved over her and sneered, "Yes, look at your face full of wrinkles and sagging skin. You really don't look young."

I don't know who among the onlookers was tickled by Shen Nanqing's sharp and venomous words, and laughed out loud, "Puchi", and complained while laughing: "Is this considered painting an old cucumber green to pretend to be young?"

The woman looked old, but she was actually not much different in age from the man. She hated being told that she was old, and being ridiculed by Shen Nanqing in public made her eyes widen with anger.

She jumped up from the bed, and scratched Shen Nanqing with her two hands like chicken claws, cursing: "You little hoof, dare to say that to me, I will tear your mouth apart today!"

The woman's attack was too sudden. She and Shen Nanqing were too close to each other and could reach each other with her hands. The bystanders had no time to stop her.

The passengers around exclaimed when they saw this, or shook their heads secretly, muttering in their hearts that it was a pity that such a beautiful girl's face was scratched.

"Ah!!" The woman screamed, her facial features twisted in pain. She struggled to get rid of Shen Nanqing's grip, but was hurt even more. She wailed, "It's broken, my hand is broken! Help me call the police, I want to catch this bitch."

Shen Nanqing snorted coldly, "Call the police, okay! Now go find the train police, I don't know how to judge the attack on the military, by the way, let the attendant check your ticket, occupying a seat is not a good habit."

Shen Nanqing's reaction was so fast that the onlookers were stunned. Now when they heard that she was a soldier, their shocked mouths gradually closed, and they looked as if they had suddenly realized something.

In this era, people have a natural liking for soldiers and think they are the cutest people.

Those who originally thought that Shen Nanqing's words were harsh changed their positions instantly after learning her identity, and all blamed the woman.

The woman knew that Shen Nanqing was a soldier, and a trace of fear flashed in her eyes, and she was a little scared.

"Forget it, just let me go. I'm magnanimous and won't bother with you." The woman stiffened her neck, pretending to be magnanimous.

The carriage was packed with people, and the sour smell in the air became stronger.

Shen Nanqing was originally holding on, but now he wrinkled his nose, shook off the woman's wrist, turned around and leaned against the window to get some fresh air to relieve the discomfort in his stomach.

The woman's hands were free, and she stared at Shen Nanqing's back for a few seconds as if her eyes were poisoned. She turned her head and glared at the onlookers, and yelled at the onlookers in a hoarse voice: "What are you looking at? Hurry up and leave. If you keep surrounding me, I won't be polite!"

Seeing that there was nothing exciting to watch, everyone dispersed in disappointment.

Shen Nanqing's face was not very good. She turned her head and looked at the woman sitting on the lower bunk rubbing her wrist, "Why don't you leave?"

The woman gritted her teeth and said, "This is my seat, why should I leave?"

"Are you sure?" Shen Nanqing questioned.

The woman took out the crumpled ticket from her pocket, shook it once, and said confidently, "This is my seat. I have a ticket."

"That's strange. If you have a ticket, then what is this one of mine?" The pretty girl raised the ticket in her hand.

If the onlookers were still there, they would have discovered that this person was the one who had just complained about the green paint on the female old cucumber.

Seeing that the other party was still sitting still, the pretty girl's smile disappeared and she sighed: "Forget it, I'd better go find the flight attendant!"

The woman looked at the girl in front of her and saw that she was wearing an exquisite dress and soft, shiny leather shoes. She looked like she came from a good family and was not someone who would be easily messed with. She stood up unwillingly and pretended to crawl onto the bed.

As expected, clothes make the man, and saddles make the horse, and she has figured out how to serve the dish to the man.

It’s not that Ana Shen doesn’t have good clothes. It’s not that she thought she would have to stay in the car for so long, so she just put on some old clothes.

There were a total of six seats in the sleeper car. In addition to Shen Nanqing and the young man sleeping in the first berth, there were also three new girls, leaving three empty seats.

Ana Shen snorted coldly, "Auntie, even children know that they have to pay according to their ticket price when riding a bus. You should go wherever you want. If you continue to make trouble like this, I will have to call the police. Then, you will be fined and detained. It will be a lot of trouble."

The woman's face turned green and red when she heard this. She glanced at Shen Nanqing angrily, bent down and dragged the woven bag under the bed, and the sundries in the bag were dragged with a clanging sound.

Like a defeated rooster, she turned around dejectedly, carrying a woven bag on her back, muttering incoherent curses, and left the car with hurried and slightly staggering steps.

The pretty girl was a little surprised. She saw that the woman was dressed decently and had a slender figure, so she thought she had bought a ticket for the upper berth and wanted to occupy the lower berth.

She looked at Ana Shen with bright eyes and asked curiously: “Hello, my name is Zhao Wenjun, how do you know she doesn’t have a ticket?”

Although the middle-aged man covered his face with a quilt, he kept listening to the noise outside. When he saw the difficult woman leave, he also leaned over and looked at Shen Nanqing curiously.