Wang Zhihe could only point ahead: "Cousin, this is the sleeper car. You can go over there. I'll have the train attendant come find you in a bit."
The team leader greeted him, saying that his cousin and her classmate were going to Guangzhou to buy goods. The team leader's cousin was his cousin!
He immediately contacted several flight attendants he was on good terms with and asked them to keep an eye on things.
Ning Yuan smiled and thanked her, "Thank you."
As soon as Wang Zhihe left, she grinned at Ou Minglang and said, "See? I told you he would find someone to help protect me."
Ou Minglang, who was unusually dressed in a gray-blue work uniform with a thin cotton coat over it, snorted lightly: "I think you've got someone watching me. You don't trust us to travel together, do you?"
As he spoke, he carried his and Ning Yuan's luggage into the sleeper car—
With his pampered upbringing, he would definitely need to pull strings to buy a sleeper ticket for a long journey.
This is Ning Yuan's second time riding a green-skinned train since her rebirth; the last time she rode in a hard seat.
This time, we're taking the Beijing-Guangzhou railway line, which will take about two days to reach Guangzhou.
With the Lunar New Year approaching, the crowds are so dense that it's hard to move, and the food carts are all full.
Watching many people climb into the carriage through the window, and then turn around and drag their companions, children, or chickens and ducks in through the window, they would curse and swear.
Ning Yuan was reminded of the incredible feat of Indian trains, where people even sit on the roof.
Our high-speed rail is so much better...
In winter, when it gets cold, the windows of the old green trains have to be closed.
The car was filled with the smell of stinky feet and food, the sweat of people who hadn't showered for days, and the stench of urine from the toilet.
Ning Yuan felt nauseous and could only sigh.
Reborn into this materially underdeveloped era, even though she was originally from this era, she still felt uncomfortable and inconvenienced.
So many people sacrificed and struggled for decades just so that future generations could live comfortably.
I wonder what kind of mentally challenged people are who dream of being romantic warlord concubines in the Republic of China era.
Even though Grandma Xia and Old Man Tang had endured so much torment, they would never want to return to the Republic of China era, a time of carnage and where human life was cheap.
I'd rather be a dog in peaceful times than a human in chaotic times, because in chaotic times, humans are worse off than dogs.
Ou Minglang rarely takes the train; he travels mostly by plane.
Despite the unpleasant smells, he endured it and found his and Ning Yuan's seats according to the tickets—one a lower bunk, the other a middle bunk.
When he arrived, he saw a family sitting on their lower bunk—
An old woman was with her two twin boys and his wife.
A man was sitting on the lower bunk opposite them; he looked like the family's son.
A pile of dirty luggage was placed on a middle bunk.
The other middle and upper bunks were empty, and a girl was sleeping in the remaining upper bunk.
Ou Minglang frowned and looked at the old lady and the middle-aged woman: "Hello, this is our spot, could you please move aside?"
The old lady was peeling an orange for her grandson, and gave Ou Minglang a disdainful look—
"Can't you see the elderly and children sitting here? Didn't your mother teach you to respect the elderly and care for the young? If you want to sit, go sit across from me and my son."
Ou Minglang was stunned for a moment, then his face turned cold: "Why should we give up our sleeper tickets that we paid for?"
This time, it was the younger wife who spoke up, with a forced smile: "We only managed to buy two tickets, one for the middle berth and one for the upper berth. It's inconvenient with the child and the elderly, so we'd like to switch with you."
Ou Minglang frowned: "We bought the lower and middle bunks for easy access, and we don't plan to change them. You can sit here when we're not here, but please make way for us when we come."
As he spoke, he glanced at the family and said, "There are five of you in your family, and two tickets aren't enough, are they?"
The woman smiled and said, "Yes, you've all noticed. There are five of us, and two sleeper berths aren't enough. Since you're young, why don't you give up one of the lower berths and the two of you squeeze into the middle berth? I'll pay you extra."
The other party seemed to think we were being very fair.
Ning Yuan almost laughed in anger; this was truly taking advantage of them: "You wish! Sleeper tickets are so hard to get, and we're a man and a woman crammed into one bed?"
As soon as she finished speaking, the old woman's six or seven-year-old grandson started to wriggle: "No, no, I don't want to sit up there, I want to sit down there."
The other twin boy also screamed and jumped around on the sleeper berth: "No, no, we won't change!"
Ning Yuan watched him jump around on the bed in his dirty shoes, leaving a trail of footprints.
Her face darkened: "Your child has dirtied our bed, get off!"
She changed into an old military green thin cotton-padded jacket, gray-blue work pants, and liberation shoes, and combed her hair back into two long braids.
They look increasingly younger, almost like minors.
Ou Minglang was only in his early twenties, and he looked easy to bully.
The old woman rolled her eyes dismissively: "Oh dear, our Jinbao is so lively, always bouncing around, so adorable!"
The young wife said dismissively, "You're a grown woman, why are you arguing with a child? Just change the sleeper berth, and besides, the two of you..."
She looked at them ambiguously: "Since you're dating, there's nothing wrong with sleeping in the same bed, right?"
Ning Yuan didn't laugh. She pointed at the child jumping around and said, "Who said he's my boyfriend? Make your brat come down right now!"
The man in his thirties, who was sitting on the lower bunk opposite, cracking sunflower seeds, suddenly stood up when he heard his child being called a brat.
"How dare you swear at me! What do you want?!"
Ning Yuan pushed aside Ou Minglang, who was trying to block her way, and looked the man up and down coldly: "As expected, like father, like son. Born of a mother but not raised by a father!"
"You fucking tired of living!" The man's face turned ugly as he was scolded. He raised his hand to grab Ning Yuan's collar, intending to slap her.
But before he could slap her, his hand had barely grabbed Ning Yuan's collar when Ning Yuan seized his wrist with a joint lock—press, pull, and twist.
"Bang!" The man, who was in his thirties and 1.75 meters tall, was pinned down on the train table by the petite Ning Yuan.
Ning Yuan grabbed his hair and slammed his head against the table with a loud bang, her smile radiant.
"I'm still a child, and a child with a mental illness, uncle, please don't hold it against me!"
People near the carriage were stunned.
The old woman was the first to react; she screamed, "Ah—you hit him! You little slut, how dare you hit my son!"
As she spoke, she rushed over to grab Ning Yuan's face.
The wife, who was standing to the side, finally realized what was happening and reached out to pull at Ning Yuan's clothes: "Let go of my husband!"
At this point, Ning Yuan instantly felt like she was back in Sitang Village, during her time as a shrew who punched and kicked fellow educated youths and Wang Sanyi.
She rudely shoved Ou Minglang away again, shouting, "Brother, don't stop me! I'm having an attack, I'm going to hit someone!"
When men get involved in this, things go wrong!
Ou Minglang stumbled again after being pushed by her, his expression a mixture of strangeness and restraint: "You..."
Ning Yuan released the wailing man, slapped the old woman across the face, and smiled brightly: "Look at me, so lively and adorable!"
Ah, it feels so good not to have to be a civilized person and follow the rules in college!
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