"Thanks."
"Let me help me take it down," Liu Liang went downstairs carrying the bag, while the woman held the child tightly and did not dare to walk too fast. There were too many people, and she was afraid of being squeezed and afraid that others would hurt the child.
Liu Liang helped the woman move her luggage to her seat, and then stuffed it directly under the chair so that it would be easier to get it when she got to the station.
After finishing all these, she finally found her seat with her ticket. Because this was the starting station, there were not many people in the sleeper berth. Of course, what made Liu Jing satisfied was that no one had occupied her berth. When she took the train before, someone occupied the lower berth, and they said that the child was too young and the elderly could not climb to the upper berth, and all kinds of moral kidnapping.
To be honest, she didn't like this kind of moral kidnapping at all. Everyone had spent money, she was also very tired, and she had to take a train for dozens of hours. Maybe she was also sick. Why did she fight for the ticket for a long time and finally give it to someone else?
Now, you can see that the quilt covers and sheets on the bunk are new and are laid very flat.
Liu Liang took her schoolbag and took out a small bed sheet. In fact, she took it out from the ring through the schoolbag.
After making the bed, she sat down, took out a few papers, and started writing at the small table.
There were more and more people on the train. The seats opposite Liu Jing were already full. The middle bunk on her side was occupied by a mother and daughter. They should have slept in upper and lower bunks. When they saw the bed Liu Jing had made, they didn't sit down. After putting down their luggage, they disappeared.
As for the person opposite her, he never came. Just when Liu Liang thought that there was no one opposite, a middle-aged man came over and sat directly on the lower bunk, his eyes glancing around from time to time.
Liu Liang put down her pen and when she looked up, she saw the man's gaze fixed on her. There was something unpleasant in his eyes.
Liu Liang held her hand bones on the table, looked at him again, and kicked him off the train in a moment.
"Is the little girl still a student?"
Even when a man smiles, it's ugly even if he looks vulgar.
"College students, huh?"
Seeing that Liu Jing didn't answer, the man asked again, "Do you want to find a job? I have some good jobs here."
Liu Jing still didn't want to pay any attention to them. There are some people who will become more and more unreasonable the more you pay attention to them, but there are some people who will become more and more courageous the more you ignore them.
Liu Liang just didn’t understand how such an ugly girl like herself could catch other people’s eyes?
The old man in her family called her an ugly girl from the first time he saw her. He kept calling her an ugly girl and said that his beautiful disciple was gone, so he replaced her with an ugly girl.
Over time, she always thought she was ugly.
And she seemed to have not looked in the mirror for a long time.
She was fifteen or sixteen years old, in the prime of her youth, and youth also meant immaturity. She also had a delicate face. Perhaps she could not be described as a beauty, but she was definitely not ugly. And perhaps the most eye-catching thing about her was not her appearance, but something hidden within her form. This was the result of three lifetimes of experience, a kind of aura, and also a kind of quality.
There is some thorn in the gentleness, and a hint of warmth in the coldness.
It clearly looks like ice, but the early sunlight has seeped into it.
A very contradictory yet unusually harmonious young girl.
Youth is better than any cosmetics or skin care products, and if she is a single girl, she will be extremely attractive to some unscrupulous people.
"Little sister, what are you writing? Let me see." The man said, and was about to grab Liu Liang. Liu Liang turned the pen in her hand, and when the tip of the pen was about to pierce the claw, a hand came down from nowhere and accurately grabbed the man's wrist.
“Let go, let go!”
The man almost screamed in pain, but when he thought of the people in the car, he could only swallow his scream back.
"What do you want to do? Let go!"
"Let go, okay." A clean voice came with a smile, and then a sound of wind came, as if it was a breeze brought by the corner of clothes, with the freshness of leaves after rain, but also a bit of the astringent smell of soil.
Liu Jing turned the tip of the pen back again, and then she raised her face and met a pair of smiling eyes. These eyes were very beautiful and of course very clear, especially when they smiled, they were like the moon.
The man nodded at Liu Liang, then kicked his luggage and stuffed it under the lower bunk bed.
"What are you doing? This is my bunk."
"your?"
The man looked the wretched man up and down for a long time, "You said this is your shop, then where is your ticket?"
“Why should I give you my ticket?”
The wretched man's eyes dodged for a moment and he put his hands in his pockets, as if he was afraid that someone would snatch the ticket away.
"I'll go get the conductor."
The other man spoke in a low voice. Liu Jing's heart skipped a beat and she clenched the pen in her hand.
This voice...
Is it him?
She suddenly raised her head, but only had time to see a piece of clothing before she was blocked by the people on the train.
Not long after, the train conductor came over. When the wretched man saw the man in uniform, he lowered his head instantly.
A man in black stood next to the long train. Liu Liang couldn't see his appearance clearly because he was blocked by the bunks. She just knew that the man must be very tall, probably over 1.8 meters, and his head was even above the bunks on the train.
At this time, what did the man in black say to the train conductor?
After hearing this, the train conductor's face turned unhappy, and the wretched man lowered his head even more.
After the long train took the wretched man away, the man in black came out.
With his long arms and legs, there is such a small space that it seems a bit unfair for him.
He reached out and picked up all the luggage on the bed, and easily placed them on the shelf on the side. The light from outside refracted on half of his face, revealing his long eyelashes and angular jawbone.
It's not delicate, but good-looking, with thick eyebrows, big eyes, thin lips and sharp eyes. You can see the thin but strong figure through the clothes, and the wrists exposed outside are very powerful.
"Are you scared?"
The man who loved to laugh couldn't help but comfort Liu Jing when he saw her staring at the two of them.
"It's okay. Most people in this world are good. You just met a bad person. Be careful in the future and remember not to talk to others carelessly."
"Thank you," Liu Liang held the pen tightly in her hand. The pen in her palm seemed to have been soaked in water and was a little damp.
She just wanted to hear the voice of the man in black again.
Want to know, is it him?
Although a person's voice may change, no matter how much it changes, his or her own voice line will never change, unless something irreversible happens. However, for most people, their voice is like their appearance, which will not change in essence.
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