Looking around, some of the old men and young and strong men in the carriage were too busy to organize the goods. Many of them chose to hold their bags or pile them at their feet so that they could take them out at any time.
Every one of them, after spending several days and nights on the train, was exhausted and felt like they were dying!
I am so tired that I just want to lie down and take a rest. It’s not the physical strength, but the mental strength, the hand speed, and the tight string.
The money was not taken home, hidden, or given to the women at home. It was all just pieces of paper, and I don’t know who earned it!
Bi Yue sniffed the smell in the carriage, which was the smell of stinky feet and sweat. She raised her arm and sniffed it, her two beautiful eyebrows furrowed, and she even disliked the smell of her own body.
Just look at the clothes she's wearing. Oh, they're so rip-offs. The Soviet aunties have to spray some perfume on them before they buy them and sell them to others.
The 18-year-old Bi Yue, full of fighting spirit, sighed: "Alas!"
She thought about the way her classmates looked down on her while she was frying dough sticks and twisted dough twists. She thought about the way her classmates looked down on her, the way it felt to be a grown woman, smelling of cooking oil and smoke, and the way people looked down on her.
This guy is like a tiger girl, sneaking into the train again. He has been staying up all day and night and is almost going crazy...
Why is life so hard?
…
Bi Cheng finally had a seat to sit down, and Uncle Xu offered his seat to his nephew, allowing him to straighten his back.
Bi Cheng took the water bottle handed over by Bi Yue and saw that his sister looked listless. Thinking about the dangerous stop just now, his sister was probably a little tired and felt weak, and her feet were almost pulled off the bus by a person who was anxious to get the goods.
Bi Cheng felt that he couldn't always stay at the back, so he bent down and approached Bi Yue:
"Sister, one is A Jin, two is De Wa, thirty is De Li, five is Bia Ji, what do you say four, six, seven, and eight?"
Bi Yue saved as much energy as possible, leaning back in the chair with her arms folded across her chest, waving her hands, too lazy to speak.
"Huh? What do you mean? I'll sell the rest, you take a rest."
Bi Yue, who had relaxed all over, raised her eyelids. She was annoyed by the question, which showed that she was not a good-tempered person:
"Stop! Those are too difficult and convoluted. I didn't remember them. Is that okay? Besides, we don't need them. Stop talking to me all the time! It's annoying!"
…
Speechless, Bi Cheng was extremely speechless. This was his biological sister.
It turns out that she is quiet and indifferent to everyone, only saying "hmm" or "ah" as an answer. She looks at everything cold and indifferent, and is not enthusiastic towards anyone. It seems that since she was twelve or thirteen years old, she rarely cries, and nothing can make her show any obvious expression.
He didn't know what he was thinking recently, but it was like he suddenly got enlightened. He was full of energy every day, as if he had been injected with chicken blood. But he also discovered that he was at two extremes, and now he was unreliable to a certain extent.
During these two stops, she kept scolding him and looking at him with disdain...
Bi Cheng patted Uncle Xu, who was sitting in his pocket like he was meditating and mute.
"Uncle, what do you say?"
"Well... four means cutting the ground, six is easy to remember, six means whose dead father..." Uncle Xu, who wants to be low-key, is a chatterbox. It is actually very difficult for a chatterbox to keep low-key and keep silent all night.
Bi Yue listened to the two people's chattering voices. This time, she had the energy to glare at the man next to her who wouldn't let her window open. This man was sleeping like a dead dog. Look, his big head was almost on her shoulder. Where was his strength? He actually bullied her!
Hao Xiner glanced at the men nearby. "Hmph, they're not much better than her. What's wrong with being a woman? Besides being at a disadvantage physically, being strong can crush you mentally in the face of setbacks!"
…
The sound of clanging at the connection point rang out again.
At three o'clock in the morning, the car stopped at the second to last station. Unable to resist the sleepiness, the "traders" opened the windows mechanically by instinct.
Some of them shuddered when the breeze blew, which showed that they had strong mental qualities. They always looked forward to the arrival of each station, as if feeling the train stop had become their instinct.
Some traders were so sleepy that they even kept their eyes closed and their heads nodding.
——
Bi Yue looked back and carefully took a look at the international train that had accompanied her for several days and nights...
By the time they got off the train and stood on the platform, her eldest brother Bi Cheng only needed one hand to carry the plastic bag. There was only one bag left, and there were still 25 "old man's shirts" in it.
Bi Yue looked up at the bright spring light over Moscow and she thought, she is so amazing!
Like a fighting eagle, she flew over the grasslands of Ulaanbaatar, crossed the shores of Lake Baikal, traveled along the Trans-Siberian Railway, and set foot on the land of Europe. After three fully armed "security checks", she was still safe and sound and happy.
Now, at this moment, she has finally arrived, and tomorrow, she will be able to fly back home.
Even if things don't go well, I can still wear these dozens of pieces when I go home to cook, which is worth it!
…
When singing Soviet songs and watching Soviet movies, the love object that men imagined in their minds was called "Katyusha".
Bi Yue doesn't have a Soviet complex. She is simply curious about the characteristics of an era she has never seen before.
But Bi Chengyou felt lighter, and apart from being careful not to let others touch his and his sister's bodies and not to steal their money, he focused all his attention on enjoying the scenery.
In the eyes of the brother and sister, Moscow in the 1980s had cobblestone roads, whose edges had been worn down to a rounded and shiny state by the passing crowds of people.
The buildings are not very tall, and are not much different from Kyoto in the 1980s. They look very luxurious in design, but they are actually very old.
The exterior balconies were all semicircular in shape. In Bi Yue's eyes, the buildings in Moscow were all shaped like large and small circles, and most of them had small round bumps on their roofs, with a peak on top.
What's the matter with the cars? There are more of them than in Kyoto. No wonder our country is so obsessed with these cars, and no wonder the Soviet Union has such developed heavy industry.
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