The woman in the middle bunk invited the girl in the upper bunk to her home, saying that she ran a garment factory and needed to recruit a lot of workers, so she wanted the young girl to try.
They thought that the two people knew each other, but it turned out that they met on the way. Both of them looked at the old man.
The old man spoke indifferently and looked out the window as if he didn't hear anything. He advised people to mind their own business, respect other people's fate, let go of the desire to help others, and avoid being moved by themselves.
The girl hesitated a little, "Sister, I'd better go to Guangcheng to have a look!"
"Girl, you still don't believe me. You'll know when you go to Guangcheng. People from other places like you are sleeping in the square at the station. I invited you because I like you and want to be your friend. If you don't appreciate it, then forget it. Go to Guangcheng and you'll know how naive you are when you want to find a job. You were sold out some time ago, and you can't even cry properly."
The woman in black was a little unhappy and was packing her luggage. It seemed that she was going to get off at the next stop.
The young girl was angry at the woman, and thought about going to Guangzhou by herself, where she was unfamiliar with the people and the place, and was a little scared, so she decided to go to her elder sister's place first, after all, it was work, and it didn't matter where she worked. At her elder sister's place, there would be someone to take care of her.
"Sister, I know you are doing this for my own good. I will go with you to take a look, but I am sorry to cause you trouble."
The woman in middle-aged suit immediately smiled happily and said, "Girl, I invited you just because we get along well. There are so many people on the train, and I just like you. If it were someone else, I wouldn't bring him home even if they paid me." The woman glanced meaningfully at Zhao Xiaochuan who was sitting in the shop opposite.
Zhao Xiaochuan... did he think he was a fool? Burning newspapers at the graves is just a trick to fool the ghosts!
The two women began to pack their luggage, laughing and giggling like real sisters.
The three of them watched coldly. Didn't her family warn her when she went out so far away? How could her family let her go out alone without anyone to meet?
Soon they arrived at the next station, and the two of them got off the train arm in arm. Lao San and Zhao Xiaochuan also got off to stretch their legs.
I saw two men coming to pick up the two women. They were very enthusiastic and took the things in their hands. I didn't see any sign of wariness from the girls. They happily followed them. I hope they are just being overly suspicious. There are a lot of good people in this world, and they just think too badly of others.
As the train got closer to the south, the weather became warmer and warmer. The three men could no longer wear their cotton-padded jackets and trousers, so they took them off and stuffed them into bags. After sitting for more than ten hours, they were also tired.
There were fewer and fewer people on the train. The man sitting opposite the old man was dozing off with his eyes closed, holding his handbag. He no longer had the alertness he had in the past few days.
The old man looked at the handbag and stroked his chin, thinking, this is not a good way to get the money, why suffer this, if he can contact the remittance, or talk to the conductor or the police, they can arrange a safer place for him. Why should he stay here in fear?
In the past few days, according to the old man's observation, at least three groups of people have set their sights on this man, and tonight is the last chance to take action.
At nine o'clock in the evening, the lights in the carriage went out. As there were fewer people, the carriage was quiet.
The old man didn't dare to sleep, for fear that they would hurt him by mistake when they started fighting. He took something out of his rag bag, held it in his hand, covered himself with a quilt, and closed his eyes to rest.
The man opposite started snoring. At two o'clock in the morning, the old man heard footsteps and clenched his hands.
The footsteps were very light, and they stopped here. After waiting for a while, as if listening to their breathing, Lao San and Zhao Xiaochuan were sleeping like dead pigs, and they didn't wake up even when they were lifted up. They had no vigilance at all. Fortunately, they were wearing tattered clothes, so no one noticed them.
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