The conductor couldn't help but smile, it was too mean.
"Little bastard, my mother is going to fight you!" The old lady waved the Nine Yin Bone Claw and tried to grab the third child on the upper bunk.
"Conductor, you saw it. She attacked me first, and I was fighting back!" The big stinky foot of No. 44 hit the old lady in the face.
The old lady was kicked and took a few steps back. She was about to rush forward again, "You hit me! I'll call the police!"
The conductor said seriously.
"Comrade conductor, have you checked this old lady's ticket? Don't tell me she came here without a ticket and is trying to blackmail us on purpose!" Zhao Xiaochuan said slowly. The old lady definitely didn't have a sleeper ticket, otherwise why would she occupy their berth?
The conductor also realized that he only wanted tickets for these three people and had not yet asked for the old lady's ticket.
"Old comrade, please show me your ticket."
The old lady... "Comrade conductor, I asked you to catch the human traffickers!"
"It has nothing to do with your ticket. Please show it to me."
The old lady pretended to rummage around, and after a while she said, "Oh my god, where's my ticket? Who the hell stole my ticket?"
Conductor...can you act more convincingly? What idiot would steal tickets without stealing money?
"Comrade, I lost my ticket. This is my seat. Can you help me get it?" The old lady pulled the conductor and pointed to the old man's seat.
"Please show me your ticket, or you will get off immediately." Beijing is a big station, and the train will stop here for half an hour. The conductor has already checked the old man's ticket and there is no problem. The old lady is obviously lying.
"Oh, God! My train ticket is lost. How are we, the old and the young, going to survive? You chase us away in the middle of the night. Aren't you forcing us to die?" The old lady sat on the ground, slapping her thighs and crying.
The conductor had seen this happen many times, so he picked up the child and walked out of the carriage.
The old lady...quickly got up and followed.
Everyone laughed again. They took up a seat but failed to keep it and were chased away. All they could say was that they deserved it.
The train started slowly and the old lady did not come to this carriage again. I didn't know whether she bought a new ticket or was kicked out.
The lights in the carriage were turned off and the carriage gradually became quiet. Two hours later, the train stopped and a man got on the bunk opposite the old man. The carriage was still dark. The old man took a glance and saw a middle-aged man wearing glasses and carrying a handbag.
The man put his handbag on the pillow and went to sleep on it.
The train started up again, clanking and clattering. The old man was used to quietness, and it was so noisy and swaying that he couldn't sleep. So he closed his eyes and rested.
The old man felt that someone passed by their bunk from time to time and looked inside. The man in the middle-aged man's breathing was sometimes light and sometimes heavy, and he was not asleep either.
The carriage was filled with snoring sounds, occasionally accompanied by the sound of farts.
In the middle of the night, around two or three o'clock, the old man felt someone sitting on the small stool in the corridor opposite them.
The old man didn't open his eyes. They were dressed in rags, so even if they were thieves, they were not targeting him.
The middle-aged man opposite also felt it, sat up and took a look, and saw two Manchus sitting there dozing off. The middle-aged man looked at them warily, picked up the handbag on the pillow and went to the toilet.
Both of them kept their eyes closed and didn't look at the middle man. About ten minutes later, the middle man came with a bag.
The old man probably also realized that this package was of good quality and someone was targeting it.
It was none of his business. Someone was watching him, and the old man slowly fell asleep. At dawn, the train arrived at the next station and woke up. The carriage became busy, with people queuing for hot water and toilets. Their berths were also full.
Opposite Zhao Xiaochuan was a middle-aged woman in her thirties, and opposite Lao San, on the upper bunk was a girl in her teens.
Two people got on the bus standing up, and then sat on the berth and chatted. Lao San and Zhao Xiaochuan also woke up and looked at the two women. The two women looked at the clothes they were wearing and showed disgust on their faces.
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