"Dear passengers, boarding has begun for train T2928 from Shanghai to Haiqu."
"Passengers taking train T2928, please gather your belongings and proceed to window number 3 for ticket inspection. Board the train at platform number 7..."
Once the urging voices on the radio started playing, the feeling of parting suddenly intensified.
Zhou Jianshan's nose tingled, and he almost burst into tears.
In just two days, he had come to regard Song Qinghe as his own granddaughter.
Now that Song Qinghe has left, no one knows when she will return.
Forget it, I'd better hurry up and send the luggage over so I don't miss the boarding gate.
That would be bad.
Zhou Jianshan carried two large suitcases and took Song Qinghe to ticket gate number 3. After delivering her there, he didn't want to say anything, but he couldn't help but give her some instructions.
"Qinghe, this is your first time traveling far from home, please be careful on the road."
"Make sure you have everything you need, and don't forget anything when getting on and off the bus."
"Here, take this!"
After thinking it over, Zhou Jianshan took out a pendant from his pocket and handed it to her.
It was engraved with a lifelike Qilin. He hesitated for a long time, but finally decided to give her this item that represented his identity.
It's better if we don't need it; we might just need it in the future.
It's better to have it than not!
Song Qinghe tried to refuse again: "Grandpa, you have already given me so many things, I can't accept this."
Zhou Jianshan said irritably, "Just take it. What time is it? Why are you arguing with me about this? Alright, go inside now. Grandpa will watch you leave!"
She was fine at first, but by the end, Song Qinghe started to cry.
Zhou Jianshan wiped his eyes, then turned back to her with disdain: "Why are you crying? Don't cry! We'll meet again sooner or later. When I come to find you, I'll still be counting on you to take care of me in my old age."
Song Qinghe nodded repeatedly: "Okay, then Grandpa must remember to come and see me then."
Zhou Jianshan quickly agreed, then waved to her, indicating that she should go in first.
Song Qinghe originally wanted to wait for Zhou Jianshan to leave first, but judging from his appearance, he probably wouldn't leave if she didn't get in the car.
Never mind, I'll go first.
Song Qinghe hung the pendant Zhou Jianshan had given her around her neck before picking up her luggage, checking her ticket, and boarding the train.
To be honest, she wasn't sure how things would go this time.
After all, it was an unfamiliar era and an unfamiliar social background. When they were in Shanghai, Zhou Jianshan was there to help them.
But once she leaves Shanghai, she will truly be all alone.
Going it alone, the future is uncertain, and everything is unknown.
After Song Qinghe had her ticket checked, she took her luggage and walked forward. After going down a long flight of stairs, the train had arrived.
The train attendant was checking tickets at the front of the carriage. Song Qinghe walked to the carriage where she was to board, showed her ticket, and got on the train.
After boarding the bus, I quickly found my seat.
Fortunately, the two large boxes that Song Qinghe brought were just for decoration; they didn't contain much stuff.
Otherwise, this road would definitely exhaust her.
It must be said that she had some foresight.
When Song Qinghe bought the ticket, she specifically chose the lower berth and did not select the middle or upper berth.
The reason is quite simple: she had ridden on a green-skinned train before.
Getting up and down the upper bunk is difficult, while getting up to the middle bunk is easier, but once you're up there you can't stretch out at all, and even sitting is a struggle.
The lower bunk is more convenient; you can easily go to the toilet or wash up if you need to.
There weren't many people on the train at the moment, so Song Qinghe quickly found her seat. Just as she was about to put her suitcase under her berth, she saw someone lying on her berth.
The man was a middle-aged man, about 1.7 meters tall, neither fat nor thin, sleeping with his eyes closed and snoring loudly.
Song Qinghe took out her ticket to verify the location, and only after confirming it was her seat did she go forward to try to wake the person up.
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