077 It’s noisy in my ears (asking for monthly tickets)
While Gao Qinghe was looking at others, others were also looking at her.
The woman sleeping on the upper bunk opposite woke up rubbing her eyes, having been woken up by the child.
She sat up while fixing her hair, and just as the child opposite was looking at her, she immediately made a face at the child.
The child shuddered all over and shrank into the quilt in fear.
He couldn't help but be curious and looked at her with his eyes.
The woman laughed and lowered her gaze to Gao Qinghe, who had taken off his shoes and was half lying on the bunk.
"Are you going there to work, too?"
He was a straightforward man, about thirty years old, and not at all shy.
Gao Qinghe raised his eyes to look at her and said coldly: "No."
I didn't want to say much, so I picked up the newspaper I had bought in advance and covered my face with it to read.
The child's mother, who was originally planning to ask her if she could sit on her bed, licked her lips awkwardly.
She hesitated for only a moment before her eyes fell on the man with glasses in the lower bunk opposite.
The person on the other side looked indifferent and didn't pay much attention to the people who had just gotten on the bus.
But as soon as the child's mother spoke, he nodded and agreed.
He is a person with a cold exterior but a warm heart.
Gao Qinghe is not like that. She looks cold and her heart is cold.
In the middle of the conversation, the woman on the upper bunk opposite her invited her to go to the bathroom together, but she didn't say anything.
After being refused communication twice in a row, the woman rolled her eyes speechlessly and never spoke to Gao Qinghe again. She only chatted with the child's mother.
The passengers in the same carriage chatted with each other and became familiar with each other in a short while.
Gao Qinghe was alone and seemed out of place.
But she saved herself a lot of unnecessary trouble, just slept well, ate well, and slept well.
There were no valuables in my luggage, only a bag full of buttons and two sets of clothes, so I didn't have to worry about going to the bathroom alone.
But the main reason is that there is a system to help keep an eye on him, otherwise Gao Qinghe would not dare to establish this cold personality.
The journey was long, the train stopped and started frequently, and the carriage became increasingly bustling.
Gao Qinghe sat on a small bench by the window and watched a quarrel, two fights, and three delayed pursuits.
The little boy on the upper bunk stood next to her, laughing.
Hearing the laughter, Gao Qinghe looked down in surprise, only to find that there was a child next to him without him noticing.
She waved her hand and said, "Go find your parents."
The child didn't understand Mandarin. He blinked his eyes in confusion and sniffed the snot that was about to fall into his mouth.
Gao Qinghe: “…”
I don't care.
The little boy stared at the spicy crispy meat in Gao Qinghe's hand, licking the corner of his mouth from time to time.
I don't know how much snot I licked in.
Gao Qinghe looked around, but didn't see his parents coming to look for the child.
Suddenly, the little boy saw something and wanted to rush forward.
Gao Qinghe shouted coldly: "Stop!"
Although the child doesn’t understand the content, he understands the tone.
Just like when his mother was angry with him!
The little guy trembled, stopped where he was, looked behind him hesitantly, and then looked at Gao Qinghe.
"return."
Gao Qinghe took out a piece of crispy pork strip and just as he waved his hand, the little boy rushed over.
Gao Qinghe curled the corners of her mouth slightly and raised her hands, but no matter how hard he jumped, he couldn't reach them.
The child was about to cry out of greed and looked at Gao Qinghe with resentment.
But this beautiful elder sister has no sympathy at all.
When the child was about to cry, the couple finally came over in a panic.
The couple were both surprised to see Gao Qinghe.
Looking at the dirty kid with his saliva dripping from his mouth, he felt ashamed.
"Thank you."
The man nodded at Gao Qinghe, stopping his wife from beating the child. "Alright, alright, just find it. Don't scare the child anymore."
The woman became angrier and angrier as she thought about it. She grabbed the running little kid and spanked him twice.
"You let me run around, you let me disobey, you scared me to death, I thought you were taken away by human traffickers!"
This time the little guy really couldn't hold back and burst into tears.
Gao Qinghe suppressed his laughter and stood up to leave.
The little boy looked at her with tearful eyes... He couldn't eat the crispy meat in his hand, so he cried bitterly.
The woman was startled and thought she had been too harsh.
But the boy stretched out his chubby little hand and pointed ahead, yelling in dialect: "Ga ga, ga ga (rou rou)!"
When the family of three came back, the little boy, with tears and snot, was holding a fragrant roast chicken in his arms, with a look of satisfaction on his face.
The young couple opened the roast chicken they bought on the platform and gave a portion to everyone in the same compartment.
At his mother's urging, the little boy reluctantly handed Gao Qinghe a big chicken drumstick.
"Here!" He snorted.
The little hand holding the chicken leg made the chicken leg look bigger.
Gao Qinghe showed half of his face from the newspaper. "Eat it yourself. I'm full."
The little guy was not polite at all. He turned around and looked at his mother, as if to say: She doesn't want it.
So he opened his mouth wide, took a big bite of the chicken leg, and it tasted so good that he stomped his feet.
His mother raised her hand slightly, really wanting to slap him twice more.
The woman on the upper bunk opposite got a deck of cards from somewhere and invited everyone to play together.
The man with glasses shook his head and refused, and the young couple joined in unconfidently.
The three men occupied the bed of the man with glasses and played on the small table by the window for four or five hours.
It wasn't until around nine o'clock in the evening that Gao Qinghe shouted, "You're disturbing my ears!"
The three of them finally calmed down.
The man with glasses breathed a sigh of relief and quickly led the little boy in from the aisle.
The door closed, and the only light left in the carriage was a small, dim light above the head.
In the middle of the night, the crew came in to check tickets and everyone was woken up. After that, the train seemed to have stopped for a long time, but Gao Qinghe could only hear the sound of "clang clang".
I didn't sleep well that night, but the train was about to arrive at its destination and the passengers who were preparing to get off were very excited.
At 2:35 p.m., the train pulled into the station and arrived in Yue City.
Gao Qinghe picked up his luggage bag and followed the crowded crowd out of the bus.
The thirty-year-old woman in the same compartment came close to him. She had big wavy hair and smelled strongly of perfume.
Gao Qinghe frowned slightly, but there were too many people and he couldn't avoid them, so he could only follow the flow of people and move out of the station little by little.
The woman leaned close to her ear and asked, "Little sister, where are you going? I know this place well. My boyfriend is driving to the station to pick me up. If it's on the way, he'll take you there."
The motorcycle taxi driver was trying to attract passengers nearby, but the woman refused in not very fluent Cantonese and tried to push Gao Qinghe to a less crowded place nearby.
Gao Qinghe turned around abruptly, swung his luggage bag and pushed her away, saying in his local dialect, which was much more fluent than hers, "No, thank you!"
The woman was startled, and as she watched the man walk away, she curled her lips in disapproval and grumbled in a low voice:
"You're a local, no wonder you're pretending like that."
It would be a shame if she didn't work as a prostitute with such a pretty face.
How could she know that Gao Qinghe's dialect was just learned from the system.
"Little system, do you speak dialect?"
After leaving the station and getting into a taxi, Gao Qinghe asked tentatively in his heart.
System Tsundere: [Dialects are nothing! I know all the languages in the world. Otherwise, how can I lead the host to complete the mission?]
Gao Qinghe was ambitious. "Then this trade fair depends on you."
The bad woman finally recognized its value!
The system was both excited and proud: [No big deal~]
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