Chapter 33 Train

It was impossible to go back to the waiting room. Xia Zhizhi took out her camera from her bag and said, "Comrade, I want to write an article about our railway workers, but I don't know much about this area. Can you introduce it to me and let me take some photos for material?"

She took out a booklet made from her own newspaper articles and handed it to the comrade on the platform: "These are all the articles I contributed. Look at the author's name below. This is my letter of introduction. I am Xia Zhizhi."

The pen name "Ambitious Youth Xia Zhizhi" that she had insisted on using before worked this time, and the staff compared it and gave it back to her.

She put it in her backpack and held up her small camera: "Comrade, what's your name? Would it be convenient for me to take a picture of you?"

My colleague is a big girl with short hair. She is generous and cheerful: "My name is Zhou Yan, Yan as in Yan's Yan. Where do you think is a good place for us to take the photo?"

She began to instruct: "Stand at the edge of the platform and strike a posture that you normally strike when on duty."

She tried several angles herself, and instructed Zhou Yan to adjust her body. Finally, she decided to take a side profile shot. The light was very strong at this moment, and her back looked very resolute against the light.

Just then a train left the station. She held up her camera and said, "Stand still. I want to take a picture of the train. Smile a little, but don't show your teeth. That's it!"

"Kacha" She squatted on the ground, facing the light, and pressed the shutter: "Okay comrade, thank you for your help!"

Normally I don't feel tired at all when standing, but after being directed to pose for a few minutes, my waist felt stiff.

Zhou Yan patted her waist with her hand, and when she turned around, she was looking down at her work.

Zhou Yan walked over and took a closer look. What could she see? However, looking at Xia Zhizhi's professional expression, she decided to believe her.

"Comrade Xia, where are you going to submit your article? If it is published in the newspaper, can you tell me? And this photo, after you develop it, can you give me a copy? I can pay for it."

At this moment, no one has the awareness of portrait rights, but everyone has agreed to give her the photo. If it is really used, even if Zhou Yan doesn't say it, she will send a copy to others.

He took out a notebook and a pen and handed them to her: "It's OK, Comrade Zhou, please leave me your contact address and I'll send you the photos after they're developed, but I can't guarantee that they will be published in the newspaper."

After Zhou Yan wrote down the address for her, the train she was on arrived at the station. She stood on the platform and was the first one to get on the train without being squeezed.

After getting on the bus, the environment can almost be described as eye-sore. The car and the floor are covered with black and yellow stains, and the original colors are almost unrecognizable. Every seat is black and yellow, especially the area above the head of the backrest, which is so greasy that it can reflect light. The whole thing is not just coated with pulp.

Cleaning products are very expensive nowadays. Even if there are train attendants cleaning, they can only ensure that the melon seeds and fruit peels are cleaned up before departure. There is nothing else the train attendants can do.

Even though she had experienced the end of the world, facing this situation, she took a while to prepare herself mentally before sitting down.

She was lucky enough to be sitting by the window. On her left was an old lady who was picking her nose, then her ears, and flicking her nails from time to time.

There were two uncles and a grandpa sitting opposite me. One of the uncles was wiggling his feet, with his toes exposed from his sandals. He must have itchy feet, so he kept wiggling his toes and sometimes even pinched them with his hand.

Another uncle took out a box of boiled eggs and was peeling them to eat. I guess he put the eggs directly into the pot without washing them. As soon as the aluminum lunch box was opened, it smelled like chicken shit.

The eldest master puffed on his cigarette and coughed from time to time.

Four words to describe how she feels now.

It's killing me.

The speed of this train is not low, about 60 kilometers per hour, but the problem is that it stops at every station, so even if the distance is less than 300 kilometers, it still takes seven or eight hours.

It's 10 o'clock in the morning now. If it's not late, she can arrive at 6 o'clock in the evening. She still has to stay up for eight hours.

Oh my god, if I had known this, I would have killed zombies in the apocalypse.

It's impossible to endure it.

Solutions are always thought of by people. She stood up from her seat and asked the attendant. She found out that the train conductor was in carriage No. 8, right behind the dining car.

When she met the conductor, she began to cajole (cross out) and seek help, using the same tricks she used at the station, without even a period.

After reading her letter of recommendation and previous articles, the train conductor agreed to her request.

She took out her camera and asked the conductor to go inside the carriage and pose to help passengers tidy up the luggage that was leaking out of the luggage racks, and took photos of them.

I kept asking the conductor to turn sideways, raise my head and lower my arms. Fortunately, there were not many people on this train, otherwise it would not be easy to pose like that.

When the conductor felt her arms were stiff, she finally pressed the shutter and took a photo that she was satisfied with.

When the click sound was heard, the conductor breathed a sigh of relief. It was a pity for him. He had lived for so many years, but it was the first time he realized how painful taking photos was.

The two returned to the duty room. Xia Zhizhi took out a piece of paper and a pen and said with a smile, "Can I have a brief interview with you?"

The conductor sat upright and said solemnly, "Yes!"

She took notes while asking questions, and she didn't mean to fool him completely. After all, she had taken photos and written a lot of interview texts. She couldn't just do it in vain. She planned to write an article like this to see if it could be published.

After interviewing the train conductor, she went on to interview the train attendants after obtaining their consent.

The flight attendants were good-looking and gentle, and they were very cooperative after learning the purpose of her visit. When Xia Zhizhi took out her camera to take pictures of them, they patiently posed in various poses she requested until she got the picture she wanted.

Sure enough, girls are more cooperative in this regard.

The model was so cooperative that she had a great experience of being a photographer. She first took a group photo of everyone working in the carriage, and then took an individual photo of each person.

She had a good sense of aesthetics and took photos from all angles, emphasizing on the characteristics of each person, making each one beautiful in its own way. She also promised them that she would send the photos back to them regardless of whether they could be published in the newspaper or not, and left the train conductor's mailing address.

After taking the photos, she was taken by the female attendant to the dining car for a working meal. In the afternoon, she rested for a while in the attendant's lounge, and chatted with the train staff one by one, even the chef in the dining car, under the pretext of an interview.

After such a mess, the train was about to arrive at the station. She declined the conductor's request to have dinner together, because it would be bad if she missed her stop because of dinner.