The old lady rolled her eyes very bluntly, and then whispered to Song Nanting, "My last name is Song, you can just call me Auntie Song, but I'm sitting over there, so come find me if you have anything, and I'll come talk to you later."
Song Nanting laughed, "Auntie, what a coincidence, my last name is Song too."
"Oh, maybe they were a family before. I'm leaving now."
The old lady smiled and left. The new young man rolled his eyes in the direction where Old Lady Song left. When he saw Song Nanting's face, he was stunned and muttered, "She looks pretty, why is she talking to everyone?"
Song Nanting climbed onto the upper bunk as if she hadn't heard anything, and then said to Mr. Han on the lower bunk, "Comrade Han, I've discovered that sometimes people only see the shortcomings of others, but not their own. Isn't this what they mean by "the joke is on the bottom of the pot, the joke is on the bottom of the jar?"
Comrade Han laughed and nodded, "That's what I mean."
The two men stopped talking, and the young man below blushed.
The train was rattling. At noon, Song Nanting was still eating steamed buns. While she was eating, Auntie Song came over again and stuffed two eggs into Song Nanting's mouth. They were still warm. "Eat it. Auntie is treating you."
Song Nanting laughed and quickly returned it to her, "Auntie, you can keep this for yourself."
"It's okay, just eat it. I boiled all the eggs in my house before I left, and didn't leave any for those ungrateful people."
Aunt Song sat on a chair in the aisle, eating and chatting with Song Nanting.
When she found out that Song Nanting was also working in the Northeast, the old lady asked, "Do you have a partner?"
Song Nanting shook her head, "No."
Aunt Song said, "Why don't I introduce you to someone when you get to Northeast China?"
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