The train took six hours to travel a distance of 500 miles, and it was already 3:30 in the afternoon when it arrived in Shenyang.
After getting off the train and entering the station, Wan Feng's first action was to buy a ticket for the Harbin Express. After looking for a long time, he found nothing and finally had to buy a regular express, which even had no sleeper berths.
The boarding time is 6:20 in the evening, which is nearly two and a half hours away.
After buying the ticket, I went to a state-owned restaurant outside the station and ordered a large bowl of rice and a plate of stir-fried green peppers.
The restaurant in the 1980s was still the conscience of the industry. The dishes were served in a big plate, and the rice was also served in a big bowl. The portions were absolutely sufficient, and Wan Feng could not finish his meal.
Although the dish was large in quantity, there were only a few pieces, making it a veritable stir-fry of green peppers.
Since he had plenty of time and was not in a hurry, he ate slowly and leisurely.
When the meal was halfway through, a young woman who was dressed quite fashionably at the time walked into the restaurant.
The woman was about thirty years old and had the kind of wavy hair you only see in the city.
The wavy hairstyle in 1981 was quite avant-garde, and there was no such style in rural areas.
The man with wavy hair glanced around the restaurant and went straight to Wan Feng's table and sat opposite Wan Feng.
"Oh, little brother, you're eating so much food by yourself. Children shouldn't eat so much. Be careful not to get sick."
As he spoke, the plate of food in front of Wan Feng was brought in front of her.
"Sister will help you eat something."
Then Wan Feng's rice bowl was in her hands. The woman didn't treat herself as an outsider at all. She picked up the chopsticks and started eating.
In the 1980s, there was indeed a group of people who ate at the bottom of their plate in cities, but you also have to wait until others have finished eating before you eat. Wan Feng hasn't finished eating yet.
Wan Feng looked at the woman dumbfoundedly, "Sister, I haven't finished eating yet."
"Oh, little brother, it's not good for a child to eat so much. It will cause stomach problems. Sister is doing this for your own good. The dish is a little salty. Don't eat too much, little brother, don't let it hurt your throat."
What's going on? The chef even picks the saltiness or lightness of the dish.
Besides, this woman keeps calling people "little brother". Who is the little brother? You are the little brother. Everyone in your family is a little brother.
If this wasn't a restaurant, Wan Feng would really want to beat this woman up with his little brother.
Forget it, I can’t eat this meal anymore. I’m already 70% full anyway. If I get hungry while I’m on the bus, I’ll go to the dining car and eat.
Wan Feng stood up and left the hotel, wandering around the train station for a long time.
The train station at that time was far less busy than the train stations of later generations.
In later times, train stations were bustling with people setting up stalls to do business, renting out cars to solicit passengers, and some secretive ladies looking for business. But now, train stations are deserted, with no one except a few old ladies buying popsicles.
There was really nothing to see, so I bought a popsicle, slurped it in my mouth, and then went back to the train station.
As a transportation hub for the three northeastern provinces, Shenyang Railway Station was crowded with people and noisy.
From the moment you walk into the waiting room, there is never a moment of silence in it, as if there are hundreds of thousands of flies buzzing around.
The waiting room is a mixed place with all kinds of people.
Some people lost bags, money, and even children in the waiting room, but there were also people who were willing to help others.
For example, an old lady cried and said that her wallet was stolen, which won the sympathy and generous donations of many people.
However, Wan Feng did not give a penny, because he saw that there was no sadness in the old lady's eyes, but rather a bit of pride. Wan Feng strongly suspected that the tears in her eyes were saliva.
Just over ten minutes after the old lady left, another old man came over.
The reason was the same as the old lady's just now. Wan Feng could tell at a glance that they were a family.
Now that we have an old one, there should be two small ones, right?
Less than five minutes after Wan Feng came up with this idea, a girl of about thirteen or fourteen, accompanied by a boy of about ten, came again, using the excuse that her grandfather was dying of illness.
If the old man and old woman in front were her grandfather, would he be so angry that he would go to the hospital after hearing his granddaughter asking for money with this excuse?
This kind of person would never give a penny, not to mention now, even in the previous life, but it is impossible for him to ask for money even if he gives it to a beggar.
These are all professional beggars. They are not begging for money because they can't make a living, but they are simply asking for money as a way to make a living without working.
Wan Feng would rather throw the money into the toilet than give them a penny.
Wan Feng leaned against the wall with his bag in his arms, watching the various life events in the waiting room with boredom.
Finally, it was time to check tickets and get on the bus. Wan Feng checked his ticket and got on the bus.
After walking through four or five carriages, I finally found an empty seat in a carriage at the end of the train.
This was a two-seater car. Wan Feng sat outside, and sitting by the window was a middle-aged woman who looked to be in her forties. She was dozing with her head against the wall next to the car window.
Opposite Wan Feng was a man who was also in his forties. He was wearing the most common marching uniform at the time and a hat on his head. His eyes on his round face rolled around like glass balls.
Inside him was a delicate girl of about 10**, who looked a little scared.
Maybe a father and daughter.
The man said something to the girl from time to time, but the girl never answered a word.
"Young man, where are you going?" the middle-aged man opposite asked Wan Feng after the train left the station.
"Terminal."
"Just go out alone"
Wan Feng nodded.
"Oh, that's not easy. How old are you and you go out alone? Aren't you afraid of getting lost?"
How could it get lost? It's not dead.
"It's okay. If you're afraid of getting lost, I can take you. I'm very familiar with this road. What's in your bag?" The man stared at the bag Wan Feng was holding in front of him.
"Nothing much, just a few changes of clothes."
"If it's nothing valuable, put it on the luggage rack."
Wan Feng frowned.
"No, a few pieces of clothing don't weigh much."
Then the man started chatting with Wan Feng about all sorts of things, but it was all Wan Feng talking, and Wan Feng basically didn't say much in reply.
This guy talks a lot of nonsense. He is the kind of person who talks a lot of nonsense. He always picks out the biggest things when he talks. This guy is just bragging.
He said his name was Zhang Guolin, and he was a purchasing agent for a subordinate unit of a military industry. He had traveled all over the country and met all kinds of cadres, the biggest of whom was a minister or division commander. He had many buddies along the way, and in his hometown, he had a very close relationship with the commune secretary.
The girl didn't say a word when the guy was setting off fireworks all over the sky, and every time Zhang Guolin's body leaned towards her, she tried to hide inside.
Wan Feng admired Zhang Guolin's mouth very much. This guy kept talking for more than two hours without stopping, and his voice didn't get hoarse at all.
Wan Feng grew tired of the chatter and closed his eyes, leaning back and taking a nap. The chapter content is being restored, please try again later.
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