Carrying a large bag for a business trip, I struggled to squeeze onto the train. The Spring Festival travel rush in the 1970s was just as crowded as it is today, with people squeezing in and even trying to get in through the windows.
There were many educated youth on the bus who were returning home to visit their families. They were carrying large and small bags, and everyone had a big smile on their face.
Going home is a very happy thing. The carriage is full of people talking and singing.
I finally squeezed onto the train, thinking it would take more than half a day. The hard seats were crowded, so I thought nothing would happen.
Jiang Cha has a psychological trauma about hard seats. Nothing good happens every time I sit on a hard seat.
I found my seat and saw a girl sitting there chatting animatedly.
"Hello comrade, this is my place."
After saying this to the man, he stuffed the bag into the luggage rack above with great effort.
"Where's your seat? Can we switch? My seat is over there by the window."
The girl who was occupying the seat pointed, and Jiang Cha saw that there were several empty seats near the front, but she didn't know why no one was sitting there.
Out of caution, Jiang Cha went over to take a look first. When he got closer, he found that there was only one person sitting in a row of three seats, and there was no one in the row opposite the table.
In a crowded train car, the man occupied six seats to himself. At a quick glance, it didn't look like an infectious disease.
People with red lips and white teeth should be very healthy, but they look a little familiar.
I went back and told the girl that I agreed to change seats, and the person sitting next to me stood up and took the bag down for her.
She's a nice person, but why does she have a strange expression on her face when she walks over here?
The good thing about a big place is that the luggage rack is empty. I put my bag down and sat opposite the man, taking out the book I brought with me to pass the time.
"Did you really not recognize me? Or did you do it on purpose?"
The man opposite was talking. Jiang Cha looked up blankly. He was talking to her, right?
"You really can't recognize me? My last name is Su and I'm a doctor."
"Oh, oh, hello, Doctor Su. I didn't recognize you! I just thought you looked familiar, but I was too embarrassed to stare at you. I really didn't recognize you. When you changed your clothes and took off your hat, I didn't dare to recognize you at all!"
You treated him as a suspect just a few days ago, but you've forgotten what he looks like after just a few days?
Her observation skills are still not good enough! Her eyes are not sharp enough, her vigilance is not high enough, and even her memory is not good enough.
"Have you just returned?"
"Yes, on a business trip. Does the doctor also need to travel?"
He murmured quietly, "Now there is a doctor who can "fly a knife"? Otherwise, what can a doctor do? Unless he goes all the way to somewhere...
"You're not going to..."
She quickly stood up and looked under the table and the stool. Fortunately, no specimens appeared. Although she had seen blood, it was nothing compared to others.
It's like the Korean country competing with us in the Manchu-Han banquet; the American country competing with us in history.
"You don't think I can get the body into the car, do you?"
Of course! Otherwise, the back row would be so crowded, and no one would come to sit here. Are they stupid? They don't know how to sit comfortably.
Perhaps sensing her confusion, he picked up the book in his hand: "Basic Anatomy Knowledge," a self-study book for young intellectuals from the working and peasant sectors. (This book was first printed in 1974. I'm just referencing it here, so please don't take it too seriously.)
Even an anatomy book wouldn't be like this. Observing the people around him, he found that they all looked at his luggage, their eyes would linger on the box for a moment and then look away.
I pretended not to know and continued reading her novel, The Guerrillas Behind Enemy Lines, which I was fascinated by recently.
Some people are not very familiar with it, so there is no need to ask too many questions. It only takes half a day anyway and it will be over quickly.
While reading the book, he did not forget to look outside, staring at the bus stop sign outside.
"Woo~"
Finally arrived, I quickly got off the bus and lined up. The huge crowd was all there to queue, not at the exit.
The tofu shreds from Gaobeidian are piled up next to the cart on the platform, and you can take them back and make a dish out of them.
I bought a big bag and put it directly in the car. The weather was cold and there was no heating in the car, and it would take a while to get home so the goods would not break down.
Everyone who came up brought a lot. It was a rare opportunity to find unlimited food, so we bought more and took it home. We could freeze it outside and eat it for a long time.
"Doctor Su, I bought quite a lot. Can I give you two rolls?"
Ginger tea is just a courtesy. I bought it with great effort, and I feel bad when I give it to him with just a sip.
"No, I don't really like eating these. There are a lot of people on the bus, so the food must be packed well."
His subtext is that food exposed to the elements is unclean. If a doctor is mysophobic, this is certainly the right interpretation.
"I mean to put things away so that no one can take them without you knowing."
Disgusting! No thief would bother to dig through the food just to steal some tofu shreds.
"Where's the tofu shreds I just bought? I put it on the table. Who stole it while I was trying to get something?"
The slap in the face was so quick, there really are people who steal tofu shreds. Money is not as attractive as tickets, how can you steal the least valuable thing?
"Why?"
If she can't figure it out, just ask a smart person!
"After all, only a few people get off. Some pay for things, while others take them home ready-made. Some of the things are so inconspicuous that the train security can't find them. They're all wrapped in brown paper and hard to find, unless someone has a huge roll of them."
I'm talking about ginger tea. Others wrap it in handfuls, but she doesn't bother and just rolls it into a big bag.
Put them together and it's obvious! When the train arrived at the station, no one knew who stole it, so the older sister got off cursing.
He kept cursing the thief all the way, saying that pus was coming out of the soles of his feet and sores were forming on his head, and that he would fall to his death when he got off the car.
Jiang Cha stood behind her and got off the car carefully for fear of falling. It wasn't that she was afraid of pain, but if she fell, wouldn't it be unfair to be treated as a thief?
There were so many people getting off the bus, carrying so many bags that it was very easy to trip when getting off.
It was almost midnight when we arrived, and the afternoon ticket was delayed on the way. It is normal for trains to be late.
When you leave the station, you will see many carts, all of which are here to secretly earn some hard-earned money.
Just find a street vendor and ask about the price near your home. It's a bit safer if you don't tell me the specific address at night.
It cost 40 cents to get home. I sat in the car with my luggage and walked slowly towards home.
Crunch
The man in front was climbing hard, and she was holding on to her hat hard at the back, as the strong wind could easily blow the hat away.
The northwest wind howled in the middle of the night, whipping her head and face. Perhaps it was welcoming her back, so the action was particularly violent.
His coat, which was originally open, was now buttoned tightly, and his scarf was so covered that only his eyes were exposed.
After walking for about half an hour, Ban Ye stopped the car, turned around and faced Jiang Cha with a chuckle.
"It's not easy during the Chinese New Year, and I'm not very well off. It's fate that we met. I'll lend you some money so I can happily take you home later."
Oh my god, we got robbed!
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