So he proceeded to strangle Huang Jingtian's fantasy in the cradle.
Huang Jingtian's eyes dimmed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the disappointment in his eyes was almost overflowing.
Mr. Zheng pretended not to see it, picked up the teacup and took a sip, then smoothly turned the topic to Huang Jingtian's work.
The two chatted for a while before parting.
After Mr. Zheng left, Huang Jingtian sat at the round table in a daze for a long time, feeling very bitter inside.
When I was 24, I fell in love for the first time, but it ended without any result.
I can’t explain how it feels, but it’s definitely not pleasant.
No wonder they were reluctant to reveal their names; they probably understood what he was thinking.
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The next morning, Song Yun and Zhao Changjiang set out from the guesthouse and picked up the Zheng family elders and Zheng Ting. The five of them took a bus to the train station. There was a problem with the bus on the way, and they rushed all the way and almost missed the departure time. Fortunately, the weather was good and the train was delayed for half an hour, allowing them to catch it in the last five minutes.
After settling into the sleeper car, Mr. Zheng breathed a sigh of relief. "Finally, I made it. My heart was about to jump out of my throat."
Mrs. Zheng was exhausted, but her first concern was her granddaughter, who hadn't fully recovered yet. As soon as she sat down, she looked for the kettle and said, "Tingting, are you thirsty? Drink some water."
Zheng Ting took the kettle, took a sip, and handed it back to her grandmother, "Grandma, drink too."
Mrs. Zheng took it with a smile, "Okay, grandma will drink too."
"Make way, make way." The two old men squeezed into the small room where Song Yun and the others were from the aisle.
A small hard sleeper room has two beds, divided into upper, middle and lower berths. There are six berths in a room. Song Yun and her three companions occupied four berths, leaving two upper berths.
The two elderly men held up their tickets and compared their berth numbers with the iron plate and said, "This is it. This is our berth."
Zhao Changjiang stood up from his lower bunk, glanced at the two elderly men holding their berth tickets, read out their berth numbers, and then pointed to the two upper bunks on his left and right and said, "These are the two you should take."
The old lady looked at the two upper bunks Zhao Changjiang pointed at and frowned, saying, "They're so high! How can we climb up there?"
The two of them were no more than fifty years old, much younger than Mr. and Mrs. Zheng. They looked very energetic and if they really wanted to climb, there was no way they couldn't make it.
Based on the basic qualities of a soldier, Song Yun took the initiative to offer to trade berths with them, giving them the middle berths she and Zhao Changjiang shared. After all, to them, the middle berth and the upper berth made no difference.
However, the two old people were not very satisfied with Song Yun's proposal. They did not want to sleep in the middle bunk, they only wanted to sleep in the lower bunk.
"Are you in collusion to deceive us that we are illiterate? These two should be my bunks." The old lady said, pointing to the two lower bunks.
Zhao Changjiang hurriedly told them how to look at the shop numbers and which number corresponds to which shop.
Unfortunately, they didn't listen to a word and assumed that the two lower bunks belonged to them. They asked Mr. Zheng to make them leave their beds immediately.
This is really like a scholar meeting a soldier. Even if you are right, you can't explain yourself clearly.
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