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"You're kidding me. You're already back, and the letter still won't arrive."

“Are you silly? I’ll write to you after I get back. You’ll be going to high school in the city, maybe we can even be in the same class. It’s better to contact each other in advance.” After saying that, Song Zigan took out a small notebook from his bag and handed it to Zhang Hongmei.

Zhang Hongmei took the pen and quickly wrote down the address of Liujiatun. Taking care of the child is quite tiring.

Song Zigan put away his notebook, picked up his pen, and looked at Zhang Hongmei.

Zhang Hongmei was puzzled. What did this mean?

"Give me the book, and I'll give you my address too."

Oh, I see. Even if you gave me your address, I wouldn't have time to write you a letter. Besides, I've never written a letter in my entire life, except for holiday greetings, which I send via text message or WeChat.

However, seeing Song Zigan's stubbornness, he took out a lined notebook from his bag and handed it to him, saying, "Write, write."

The young woman opposite them listened to their conversation and watched their interaction with amusement, finding the car ride quite interesting, like listening to a stand-up comedy routine.

"Zhang Hongmei, are you going to H City on business?"

"No, just taking a stroll."

"You're still so young, do you think your family will agree?"

"I live alone."

"sorry."

"It's okay."

"Zhang Hongmei, when are you going back?"

"I'll just stay in H City for a couple of days and then go back."

"It's not safe for you to be alone, you should come back soon. By the way, did you take leave too?"

"No, our school is on holiday. Don't you guys have? Didn't you all finish your exams?"

"We've finished our exams, but we haven't started our holiday yet. But it'll be soon; we'll be on holiday this week. We're currently previewing the courses for next semester."

"That's good, the school is quite responsible."

"I see you've almost finished your second-year history textbook. Have you read the earlier parts?"

"Yes, I've watched it. I'm almost done. How much have you watched?"

"Halfway through? You really finished it? Or should I test you?"

“Sure, it’s alright. It’ll be dark soon, so we can read a book.” Zhang Hongmei handed the book to Song Zigan.

Through questioning and answering, the two of them reviewed the knowledge points again.

It was getting dark. "Come on, I'll treat you to dinner," Song Zigan said, standing up and pulling Zhang Hongmei along.

"Excuse me, could you please keep an eye on his luggage for him?"

"No problem, you can go ahead."

Thank you.

Zhang Hongmei also wanted to see what the dining car and food were like on a train.

The two arrived at the food truck and saw that there were quite a lot of people eating. They went to the food serving window and saw that the menu for the day was written on a small blackboard next to it, just like a restaurant.

Zhang Hongmei saw that the menu was too limited, so she prepared hot noodle soup, millet rice (a type of sorghum rice), cabbage stew with tofu, and stir-fried radish slices.

Zhang Hongmei whispered to Song Zigan, "What do you want to eat? Let's order one portion first, and share it between two bowls. If it's good, we can order more; if it's not, we won't waste it."

"Okay, I don't know what to eat either, you decide."

"Hello comrade, give us a bowl of hot noodle soup and an empty bowl."

"There are no bowls; you have to prepare your own food serving utensils."

The two returned to their seats dejectedly. Zhang Hongmei took out three more steamed buns, one for herself and two for Song Zigan.

Clang! The train pulled into the station. It wasn't completely dark yet, and there were quite a few people on the platform.

"Song Zigan, you didn't bring a lunchbox and you didn't bring much food. What are you going to do for the next ten days or so?"

"My grandma prepared it for me, but I forgot in my haste. Will it be in time to go downstairs and buy it now?"

"I don't know. Let's go down and search separately. Even if we buy the same thing twice, it won't matter."

"Okay, let's hurry up and come back quickly. This is a major station, so the stop will probably take about twenty minutes. Let's get going."

The two got out of the car and searched separately. Actually, Zhang Hongmei had an aluminum lunchbox in her ring, which she had bought in the city last time. If she couldn't find it later, she would give it to Song Zigan.

Sure enough, he couldn't find it. He took out the aluminum lunchbox, put it in his handbag, and then got on the bus.

Song Zigan returned dejectedly and saw a new lunchbox and a pair of bamboo chopsticks on the table.

"Zhang Hongmei, you're amazing! I didn't even notice."

Zhang Hongmei blushed a little from the praise and shook her head, waving her hands and saying it was just good luck.

As darkness fell, people began to take out their food and eat. The two of them finished eating and chatted quietly with their heads down.

"Zhang Hongmei, let me tell you, my family has a lot of bullet casings. My dad even made me a tank out of bullet casings. Come to my house and I'll show you. It looks just like the one in the picture."

I don't like it, so telling me won't help. But seeing Song Zigan's excited expression, I didn't discourage him.

"Zhang Hongmei, why aren't you saying anything? Don't you like it?"

Bingo, you guessed right, but what came out of his mouth was a very perfunctory "How do I know if I like it if I've never seen it?"

"Then I'll invite you to my house when I get back."

"Hmm, let's talk about it another time." Doesn't this kid get tired? I'm not tired myself, I just don't know how to play with other kids.

Tell me about some interesting things that happened in your village.

"What's so interesting about it? They're crawling around in the fields all day, in the mud and water, just to make a living."

"I read in the newspaper that there's been a severe drought this year. Is it true that there's practically no harvest?"

"Yes, some villages have no harvest at all." I felt a pang of sympathy.

"Then how will we eat?"

"We have to find a way. If there's no other way, the country and the government won't let everyone starve to death."

The two fell silent for a moment. Song Zigan didn't know anything else, but he did know about war, drought, and war.

The young woman with the long braid across from them couldn't help but speak up when she saw the two younger ones remaining silent.

"You two don't need to worry. Just like you said, the country and the government will not sit idly by. We must have confidence in the Party and the government."

"Yes, no matter how great the difficulties, we can overcome them and get through them with strength. The people and the government are of one mind to defeat the invaders, drive them out of our homes, and restore our peaceful lives."

The young woman with a round face and short hair delivered a passionate speech that inspired the promising young people in the neighborhood.

The discussion gradually grew louder and louder. Song Zigan and Zhang Hongmei were dumbfounded. What was going on? How did it turn into a lecture hall?

The two of them were dejected, huddled in their seats like quails, because there was no room for them to say anything inspiring or passionate.

The two men looked at the young woman opposite them with admiration. She was so eloquent; she had been talking for more than ten minutes without repeating herself.

Because of this incident, everyone seems to have gotten to know each other quite well, and they talk about it in small groups every day, creating a very lively atmosphere.

The noise gradually subsided two hours later. People were quite considerate, as it was past bedtime for most.