"Comrade, comrade, wake up!"
"Snoring—snoring—"
"Comrade, it's time to get off the bus!"
"Snoring—"
After snoring, the person turned over and continued sleeping.
Song Qinghe laughed in exasperation. What was she supposed to do when she encountered something like this right after getting on the bus?
She turned around and went to find the flight attendant, and explained what had happened.
Taking up seats, and they even have the nerve to say it?
She had already called him several times; three times is the limit.
After hearing this, the flight attendant immediately came over and said sternly, "Sir, you are occupying someone else's seat. Please move aside."
As soon as he finished speaking, the man stood up.
It's obvious that he didn't not hear it; he did it on purpose.
After getting up, he glared fiercely at Song Qinghe!
Song Qinghe shrugged. She paid for this spot, so what? Are you crazy?
They don't make a sound when they call for help, but they immediately get up when the flight attendant calls for them.
He probably has some kind of mental problem.
The flight attendant calmly stepped in front of Song Qinghe: "Comrade, please show me your ticket."
The man paused for a moment, then shoved the flight attendant aside and walked forward, cursing.
The flight attendant frowned and immediately followed.
Song Qinghe looked at the messy bed and felt a bit of a headache, but luckily she had prepared the sheets and duvet cover in advance.
I put it in the box, just in case of this kind of unexpected situation.
After all, trains are noisy and contain all sorts of people.
Song Qinghe opened the box and took back her bed sheets and duvet cover. These were the original owner's bed sheets and duvet cover, a dull gray color and the most inconspicuous set.
After changing, I finally felt relieved enough to lie down.
After Song Qinghe finished doing these things, people gradually boarded the train.
There are six berths in one carriage.
Left side: top, middle, bottom; Right side: top, middle, bottom.
Song Qinghe was in the lower berth on the right. Fortunately, there weren't many people taking the train today. In her carriage, there were six berths, and only four people got on.
If you include her, that makes five.
However, they all had upper and middle bunks, while the lower bunk opposite Song Qinghe was empty.
The middle bunk is occupied by two girls, and the top bunk by two boys.
They exchanged glances and nodded briefly, which was their way of saying hello.
Neither of them made the first move to speak.
Of course, Song Qinghe wouldn't go looking for trouble. When you're out and about, the less you say, the fewer mistakes you make; the more you say, the more mistakes you make.
Trying to keep quiet will reduce trouble.
Soon, the time came, and with a series of whistles, the train gradually started moving.
Leaving Shanghai, we continued forward.
Song Qinghe sat by the window, watching the scenery outside recede into the distance.
It takes about seven hours to get from here to Haiqu, so she can take a nap and rest for a while.
So that you won't be too tired when you get there.
Song Qinghe closed her eyes, but before she could fall asleep...
The train conductor pushed a cart over, carrying a small loudspeaker, and immediately announced: "Passengers, please note, this is the highest directive: The vast countryside offers great opportunities; never forget class struggle—"
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