Qiao Wanyue keenly noticed the man's sharp gaze.
She glanced back casually, her eyes landing on the man out of the corner of her eye.
The man's sharp gaze traveled from her face and finally settled on her neck.
Sharp and dangerous.
The hunter's gaze fixed on his prey.
But only for a moment.
The change in her gaze was so quick that Qiao Wanyue thought she was seeing things.
Qiao Wanyue had heard about the various things she witnessed on the train during this period before. She knew that there were enemy agents and human traffickers hiding in the country, and these were some of the most rampant groups of the time. Qiao Wanyue dared not take it lightly.
She suppressed her doubts, turned her head to talk to Lu Rong, and met his gaze the moment she looked up.
The man had a fair complexion and large, bright eyes. Unlike the square faces of men of this era, his face was pointed with smooth contours and thin, well-proportioned lips. His whole face was as clean as a foreign celebrity's.
Qiao Wanyue not only glanced at him a few more times, but even if we put it another ten years or so, such a man would be rare.
She couldn't help but glance at him a few more times. The man was too handsome, and his clothes were also very sophisticated. He wore a white polyester shirt with a blue sweater vest, his trousers were made of neatly ironed suit fabric, and he wore a pair of polished leather shoes.
In this era, people valued hard work and frugality, and few dressed so ostentatiously. Even intellectuals in universities wore Zhongshan suits and old linen, at most dressed neatly and cleanly.
He spreads such rumors about his travels, isn't he afraid of getting into trouble?
Qiao Wanyue suppressed her surprise.
This man is either of such high status that no one would dare to touch him, or he is plotting something.
This year is a turbulent time, and it's better to avoid trouble. The train is crowded and chaotic, so all she cares about is ensuring that Lu Rong and Lu Heng get home safely. As for the others, they are none of her concern.
She became more wary of the man opposite her.
As the empty carriage gradually filled up, a number of people boarded, including peddlers carrying loads on shoulder poles, elderly people carrying large and small bags, and several little children with them, chattering away, making the carriage noisy.
Five minutes before departure, the train conductor's voice rang out in the carriage, reminding those seeing the train off to leave immediately as the train was about to depart.
Qiao Wanyue shifted her gaze to the train window. People on the platform were craning their necks to look at the carriage, and some even stuck their heads out of the carriage to have a brief moment with their loved ones and say their final goodbyes.
The horn sounded.
The train slowly started moving, and farewells unfolded outside the window.
Qiao Wanyue turned her body and gaze away, meeting a pair of probing eyes.
The man opposite her seemed very interested in her.
Qiao Wanyue was not interested in him. Whether it was her imagination or not, she had categorized the man in front of her as a dangerous person based on that slightly dangerous look she had just received.
Lu Rong and Lu Heng started talking to the man and woman opposite them.
The woman holding the child and the man beside her were from the same family. They had come to the military region from northern Jiangsu to visit their relatives. The woman's family was from here, but she met her husband and started a family when she went to the countryside.
They came back this time to see if they could transfer their child's household registration to their parents' home.
During the conversation, we inevitably learned about the woman's family's attitude. The sister-in-law took over her mother's job, and the brother favored his sister-in-law. They wouldn't even let the woman and her husband have a few bites of food. The children hadn't even had a sip of water for a whole day and night before they were kicked out of the house.
I had no choice but to go home.
Lu Rong was a woman. Upon hearing that the child had been hungry for a day and a night, she immediately took out the flatbread she had made before setting off from her pocket. Her flatbread was soft and fragrant, perfect for a three-year-old to chew on.
"Mom, wait a minute." Qiao Wanyue stopped Lu Rong.
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