Chapter 6 Chapter 6 Awesome, the host of the sperm-fighting system, pretending...
After finally squeezing onto the bus, Song Ruan quickly grabbed a window seat for herself, sat down with her luggage, closed her eyes and pretended to sleep.
Those who were a step slower could only sit in another empty seat in frustration. As the number of empty seats became fewer and fewer, those who got on the bus later became anxious.
"I picked this seat first!"
"You said you saw it first and that's why you fell in love with it first? I said I fell in love with it as soon as I got on the car!"
"Why are you so unreasonable?"
"Bah!"
Two or three people were arguing around a seat, and some of them were trying to get people around to judge the matter.
Feeling that someone was trying to take advantage of the situation to squeeze her out, Song Ruan secretly exerted force to nail herself to the seat, motionless, as if she was sleeping very soundly.
From now on, her butt is stuck on this stool, and no one can make her move!
Not to mention, it's quite relaxing when everyone around you is anxious and noisy while you are sitting leisurely and comfortably.
Song Ruan was pretending and actually fell asleep.
She was awakened by the loud banging of the table.
The train was rumbling across an endless plain, and the strong sunlight made every blade of grass shine.
Her head, leaning against the glass window, swayed with the movement of the carriage. She was dazzled by the reflection from the grass leaves and could not quite tell what day it was.
Before I could come to my senses, I heard a loud female voice righteously scolding me: "Comrades, I have been observing you for a long time! I think your attitudes are very problematic! We are the glorious educated youth who are going to open up new paths in the vast world of the countryside. We should use a positive attitude to build our motherland. What does it look like for you to have such a sad face?"
There was an urgent rebuttal from the other side: "Comrade, we just left home and are not used to it yet."
Song Ruan squinted and took a peek: the one being scolded was a young woman with a tile-like haircut. Her bangs were all combed back, revealing a pair of piercing eyes, and even the roots of her eyelashes revealed her strong fighting spirit.
The two boys being scolded were a frail man wearing glasses, and the other had dark skin and looked a bit honest.
"These are all excuses! I think you just can't bear to give up the good life in the city and don't want to settle down in the hard-working countryside. Your revolutionary spirit needs to be improved, and you need to be criticized and educated!"
The man with glasses was so anxious that his face turned red: "Don't put the blame on me. I just left home and I'm already reluctant to leave?"
"That's it, that's it!"
"You are making a mountain out of a molehill and exaggerating things. I even said you are trying to split the unity among the people!"
"Yes, division and unity!"
The people around him were arguing heatedly, but Song Ruan didn't intend to join in. He closed his eyes and continued to pretend to be asleep, but his ears were perked up.
I listened with great interest and commented in my mind.
Although these two men had the advantage in numbers, and the guy with glasses had average attack power, he could at least say a few words, so he could be considered a fighting force. The other one couldn't even attack, and at best could only be considered a member of the atmosphere group, and together they were still suppressed by the girls.
Tsk tsk tsk, so pitiful.
Song Ruan was so excited to watch the fun that his ears almost stood up like donkey ears.
It’s this girl’s voice. Why does it sound familiar?
She was still frowning and trying to recall. Not satisfied with the easy victory, Tile-Head looked around, intending to give them a final blow.
Song Ruan, who closed his eyes, felt a chill on his body, and then someone patted his shoulder: "Comrade, do you think this is true?"
Song Ruan: ...
Well, there are risks in watching the fun.
Wait a minute—she remembered, wasn't this the tile-headed guy who gave the speech at the station before?
Seeing that she didn't respond, Tile Head continued to pat her relentlessly: "Comrade, comrade? Comrade, wake up!"
Song Ruan couldn't pretend anymore and sat up with a gloomy face.
The tile-head breathed a sigh of relief, not caring that her eyes were not fully open yet, and told the story from the beginning like a machine gun, and repeated at the end: "Comrade, tell me, does what I said make sense?"
Song Ruan really didn't want to get involved in this muddy water which had no benefits and might get her into trouble. She rolled her eyes, opened her mouth, and pointed at her throat while saying "wuwuwu".
The tile head was stunned: "Are you a mute?"
She wondered, "Can a mute go to the countryside these days?"
Song Ruan shook her head, uttered a few unclear notes with different tones, and continued to "wooooo".
The tile head didn't understand the euphemism and shouted at the top of his voice: "What did you say?"
"She said," the man with glasses understood and interrupted, "she said her throat hurts and she can't speak."
Song Ruan's eyes lit up, and she gave a thumbs up and nodded.
"Is that so?" Tile-head took over the conversation subconsciously, and suddenly realized that he was still arguing with the other party, and felt a little embarrassed for a moment.
The two boys opposite were still a little indignant and remained silent for a while.
Song Ruan looked around, pulled their hands together, tied a big red flower on them, and clapped them.
The man with glasses couldn't help but laugh, and the atmosphere around them relaxed.
With this interruption, he sorted out his thoughts - it would be no good for him to continue arguing like this - he adjusted his facial expression and took a step back:
"Hello, comrade. I think what you said makes sense. We are going to the countryside to build the countryside, so we should welcome it with a more positive attitude. You are a comrade with high consciousness, and I want to learn from you. But we also need to explain to you clearly that we are depressed only because we are reluctant to leave our hometown, not because we are greedy for enjoyment."
After being praised and rejected by him, Tile Head was too embarrassed to pursue the matter further: "The Chairman said that a comrade who admits his mistakes and corrects them is a good comrade, so we should welcome him. Without investigation, there is no right to speak. I have misunderstood you, and I must also conduct self-criticism."
Although the other boy still looked dissatisfied, the conflict was basically resolved.
The four of them stared at each other for a while, and the tile-headed man was the first to reach out: "It can be said that 'no fight, no acquaintance', so let's just get to know each other. My name is Xiang Hongying, and I am an educated youth from Hunan Province who went to Heilongjiang Province to work in the countryside. What about you?"
When Song Ruan heard this familiar province, her heart skipped a beat.
The man with glasses has already picked up the conversation: "You are going to Heilongjiang Province too? What a coincidence!"
"My name is Lin Xinping," he pointed at the darker-skinned boy, "his name is Li Bing. We are also going to Heilongjiang Province, to the Dongfeng Brigade of Huaiqi Commune, Dingyang County, Heilongjiang Province. What about you?"
Oh shit!
Song Ruan pulled out his notice of going to the countryside with trembling hands. His eyes widened as he thought of the place names one by one. Finally, he gave up with a dead heart - not a single word was different!
Forget it, think about it on the bright side. At least these two don't seem to attack actively. It's better than that guy who seems to nag whoever he catches. It's hard to be at peace with her.
——She just didn't believe it was such a coincidence. On such a big train, with passengers coming from all over the world and randomly grabbing seats, how could four educated youths with the same destination just happen to sit in one seat?
"It's really the glory of revolution that is guiding me. I was assigned to this place!" Xiang Hongying stood up excitedly, "It seems that we will be comrades fighting side by side in the future!"
Song Ruan suffered cardiac arrest.
Her dull life in the countryside was gone!
"Who wants to share with her?"
Song Ruan thought she had accidentally spoken out her true feelings, and when she saw that Li Bing opposite her had not yet closed his mouth, she breathed a sigh of relief.
She said she couldn't be that bad.
Xiang Hongying was so excited that she didn't pay attention and turned to Song Ruan: "Comrade, what about you?"
"Ah?" Song Ruan opened her mouth, without even pretending, her voice had become hoarse due to the deep sadness: "Me too."
Xiang Hongying clapped her hands excitedly: "This is the guidance of the Red Star. We must unite and build the countryside together!"
Finding that they were actually assigned to the same place, several people consciously increased their communication, ranging from personal situations to ideal goals. Even Li Bing, who was still upset, put aside his emotions and joined in the topic stutteringly - after all, they were going to a faraway place where they were unfamiliar with the people and there was a high probability that they would meet each other every day in the future, so now that they were familiar with each other, they would have someone to take care of them.
But most of the time, Xiang Hongying would express her learning experience and passionate insights from the quotations, and the other two would respond.
Fortunately, she had the sudden idea to pretend to be mute, otherwise she would have to follow suit now.
She looked at the increasingly hopeless faces of the two people opposite her, feeling a little gloating.
Finally, Lin Xinping couldn't help it anymore. He rummaged through his luggage, took out a water jar and stood up: "Comrade, I'm going to get some water. You've been talking for so long, do you want me to get some for you too?"
Xiang Hongying stopped and felt it carefully, then found her own water tank and said, "Thank you, comrade."
Lin Xinping nodded, took it and walked out.
Li Bing's eyes lit up, and he was eager to follow him, but he was stopped by him: "Please help me watch the seat and luggage."
Song Ruan looked at Li Bing as if he were a panicked chick abandoned by its hen and facing an eagle. He looked at his companions who were going away, and then at Xiang Hongying who was still unsatisfied and was about to open her mouth. His eyes were wide open, and even his originally dark face turned pale.
He lowered his head and thought for a while, then took out a steamed bun made of three-grain flour from his bag, broke off half of it and gave it to Xiang Hongying: "Comrade, have some."
Afraid that she wouldn't eat it, he thought for a long time and awkwardly said, "I picked some wild vegetables, please don't despise me."
Xiang Hongying, who was about to refuse, stopped and said seriously: "The revolutionary predecessors ate wild vegetables in exchange for our good life today. We should be grateful. How can we despise it?"
She took out a white flour cake from her lunch box, broke off a large half and handed it to him: "I'll trade with you!"
Although the pancake was cold, the unique aroma of fine grains was still extremely tempting. Li Bing's family was not well off and he had many brothers and sisters. Usually, they had to fight over meals like they were in a war. But now, the fragrant white flour pancake was in his hand, but he had a sad face. He kept staring at Xiang Hongying. After taking a bite, he had no time to talk, and then he relaxed and raised the pancake to his mouth.
It happened that at this time Lin Xinping came back from fetching water. He ate his steamed bread and sipped the water, leaving Xiang Hongying no time to talk.
Li Bing took a big bite.
Song Ruan laughed out loud when he saw this.
Suddenly a piece of white flour cake blocked her view. She looked up and saw Xiang Hongying cut the remaining white flour cake into two and handed it to her and Lin Xinping respectively.
"You can eat too, and we can share the beautiful socialist life together," she said.
Is she involved too?
Song Ruan subconsciously sat up straight and took it. This guy... is actually quite nice.
She was not an out-of-touch lady. She knew that food was precious these days and she would not take advantage of others. She enthusiastically took out the cucumber and sweet potato pickle cakes she had made to share.
Maybe they were squeezed when getting on the train, and the pancakes were slightly deformed. The black, green and yellow color and the rugged appearance, especially some of them that had been squeezed into strips, gave others a great shock as soon as they appeared.
Song Ruan felt guilty for a rare moment, and tried her best to prove it: "It's just a little ugly, but it's delicious."
“…”
In the end, only Xiang Hongying took a piece: "Communist youth must always remember the bitterness and think of the sweetness!"
Song Ruan: ...
She bit her biscuit angrily, it was obviously just fine.
The system laughed like a chicken in her mind.
Song Ruan was so angry that he said, "Humph!!!"
[What the hell, I haven't said anything to you yet, host of the spirit-rejecting system, you are playing dumb, I am also open-minded]
"Why should I get involved in a quarrel between strangers? Only a fool would stand in line and be used as a gun for nothing." Song Ruan snorted again, "It's better to be a mute watching the show from the side."
Seeing that the system didn't reply, she pressed on: "Besides, weren't you enjoying the show? I heard you clicking your tongue!"
The department's attention was instantly diverted, and it became furious: "Who clicked his tongue? Who clicked his tongue?"
"Okay, okay, okay. I'm so happy." Song Ruan didn't argue with it.
After a long while without any system activity, she added, "You can prepare some melon seeds next time. Bigan will be happier."
【. 】
The system put a period to indicate the end of the chat.
After a long while, it sneaked online, ordered two bags of melon seeds on the shopping mall page, and then opened the live broadcast of Lao Song's family.
[Can’t you see?] 】
It asked.
“Look!”
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