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In my heart, I thought the old man in the dining car was an uncle, but Bi Yue called him...
He smiled before saying anything, "Brother, can they rest after eating? No need to leave." He started a conversation.
A dining car attendant has traveled extensively, so what kind of people hasn't he seen? If he doesn't understand this little thing, he's out of luck.
Don't judge a book by its cover. This train will not allow you to take this bus because you will be treated differently based on your appearance.
However, the steward's attitude was not very enthusiastic, and he said coldly:
"Do you understand who's in this dining car? You eat three meals a day, every meal here."
"Ah, then of course we can't go back and forth." Bi Yue thought for a moment and added, "We'll order food tomorrow too."
"Where do you get off?"
"Harabin."
The old man leaned his elbows on the card table, sneered, and looked down at the account book. His attitude was even colder than before:
"That won't do. It's disrupting the order in the carriage. I don't have the final say in this dining car."
Bi Yue reached into her pocket and placed the only twenty yuan she had on the account book. She then pushed it towards the uncle's eyes, bringing it closer for a clearer look.
"Haha, big brother, it's inconvenient for me, a female comrade, to not have a seat. Can you please give me some convenience? Okay? I come here often and always go to that side. We can get along well if we interact more often." He raised his eyebrows and smiled. Some things don't need to be said.
According to common sense, twenty is a little less. Don't underestimate this "real power", but she still orders dishes, and there is huge profit here.
Bi Yue felt a pang of pain when she saw what she had just ordered. In those days, that meal would cost thirty or forty yuan just to eat on the train.
…
A train that "flips goods and money" naturally has a strong smell of copper, and it will always be the same.
Bi Yue admitted it.
It's not that she can't bear it, she's afraid of a mental breakdown.
It was so torturous that in the middle of the night, some old man would go to the toilet while half asleep, and accidentally step on her and Bi Cheng's feet when passing by, or anyone in their seat would stand up, forcing them to stand up as well.
Didn’t you make money?
After getting off the train, you have to change to two buses, and then take a horse carriage or an ox cart. If you are unlucky, you may have to climb the mountain on foot.
Just thinking about it makes me feel like my whole body is going to fall apart and I’m going to die!
…
"Sister, you've become a cultivator!" Bi Cheng sat there sulking. The dishes he ordered were meat, vegetables, and soup! It was even better than what we had during Chinese New Year!
He could understand the food after a moment's reflection. Perhaps his sister was doing it for him, but she'd paid a high price for a seat, and they were only a little over a day away from arriving. What was she doing?!
What does "Bian Xiu" mean?
Bi Yue didn't understand and didn't ask. She just looked out the window as if she didn't hear.
In Bi Cheng's eyes, the sister in front of him returned to her original state, with the same temperament as the old sister, quiet, knowing what was going on, but funny! She wouldn't even respond if pushed!
Bi Cheng leaned forward and emphasized again, his face flushed, angry at his sister:
"Sister! If you don't say anything, I'll go get the money back!?"
Briefly speaking, Bi Yue said calmly, "Suffering."
"Isn't that sin caused by humans?"
"I don't want to argue with you."
…
When the dishes arrived, four bowls of rice were also placed on the table, and Bi Yue was the only one picking up the dishes.
She had sweet and sour pork stuffed in her mouth. Her throat was obviously swollen and painful, and her voice was hoarse and unpleasant. It seemed as if there was only a gap left in her mouth, but she didn't care to let her taste buds feel the sweet and sour taste.
He didn't seem to feel any pain at all. He was so hungry that he didn't care about anything else. He swallowed the food eagerly without even chewing it carefully.
She was hungry. After so many days, she finally had a decent meal. After taking a few bites, she found that her eldest brother didn't reach out to pick up his chopsticks.
Bi Cheng thinks Bi Yue is funny, and Bi Yue thinks Bi Cheng is stubborn.
Only then did Bi Yue raise her eyes and look seriously at the grumpy Bi Cheng.
The chopsticks were handed over, but Bi Cheng refused to take them. Bi Yue took the chopsticks and pushed them forward again. Bi Cheng didn't buy it. He was not the kind of person who spoiled children with a good temper. Bi Yue's expression also turned cold:
"Brother, do you still have the energy to get angry? If we continue to starve, we'll get stomach problems soon. Don't tell me you're not hungry because there's enough bread. That kind of joke will only make you blush!"
Bi Cheng turned his head stubbornly and looked towards the aisle, letting the aroma of the food fill his nose, and his throat moved.
A young man who was still growing up, with a pointed chin, squinting eyes, and a scruffy beard, he was even thinner than when she first met him...
Following her sister was really hard. Selling fried dough sticks was even harder than hers. Selling soda popsicles in the hot sun at noon...
She hasn't had a good life. She really blames herself, but she should blame herself as her elder sister...
Bi Yue's voice softened, and she handed over the chopsticks again. Bi Cheng refused to take them, so Bi Yue simply half stood up and pulled Bi Cheng's arm across the table, trying to coax him a little, mumbling to him:
"With things like that at home and things being so difficult, why did they send us to school? They just wanted us to be well.
What do you mean by "good health"? It means good health! If you're going to collapse, it won't matter how much we earn, right? Why are you so stubborn?
At least I can straighten my back and eat something hot. It doesn't matter if I have money or not, so I won't be so tired that my eyes are dark and my face is sallow. Money can't be taken away when you die. If you have stomach problems, you will have them for the rest of your life and there's no cure!"
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