"Brother Xiaoyuan, Runsheng, our seats are here, oh, it's still a soft sleeper, Brother Liang is awesome!"

Xue Liangliang smiled at Tan Wenbin and said, "It's not the Spring Festival travel season. Soft sleeper tickets are not that difficult to get." This room has four bunk beds and can be occupied by four people.

After the train left the station, Li Zhuiyuan climbed up to the upper bunk. Xue Liangliang was on the upper bunk opposite, and Runsheng and Tan Wenbin were on the lower bunk. At this time, Tan Wenbin had already taken out the exercise book and put it on the small table to start working on the questions.

"Hey, do your homework as soon as you get in the car." Xue Liangliang joked, "Working so hard will test our talents in Haihe. Let's apply to one of the two universities in Beijing." Tan Wenbin said frankly: "I have a poor foundation, and I wasted too much.

If you have a lot of time, if you can pass the Shanghai He examination, you should burn the incense."

"Would you like some incense?" Runsheng handed over a stick of incense.

Xue Liangliang reminded: "Runsheng, if you want to smoke, go to the connection between the carriages." "Okay, I understand."

Runsheng put the incense into the iron box. This was the incense specially made for him by Aunt Liu. It was also wrapped with a layer of paper, which was short but thick.

He stood up and pushed the door out, and came to the junction of the carriages. There were two people standing there smoking cigarettes. Runsheng also walked over, took out a fire stick, turned off his hat, and blew on it. The fire stick was also Aunt Liu's.

After all, it is very troublesome to light short thick incense with matches.

After lighting the incense, Runsheng took a sip and blew out the smoke ring. The rich fragrance began to fill the air, and most of it was taken away by the gap in the car door. When the two people next to him saw this, they were very curious.

"Brother, what did he smoke?"

"You don't understand this, right? It's shown in movies, cigars."

After smoking a stick of incense, Runsheng walked back. On the way, he saw a white-haired old woman in black sitting on a small seat in the aisle. In front of the old woman was a girl in red: "Grandma, I'm hungry."

The old woman sighed and wiped tears with the back of her hand.

Runsheng touched his pocket, took out a few candies, and handed them to the little girl. "Thank you, big brother." The little girl smiled happily.

Returning to the soft sleeper room, Runsheng lay on the bed and took a good nap.

When he woke up, he was hungry. After asking other people, they all said they were hungry, so he took out the food he had brought from home. There were dry food, bacon, and a bottle of wine.

Li Sanjiang put the wine on the table, saying that it was quite artistic to drink some wine while looking out the window on the train. But none of the four young people drank.

After dinner, Tan Wenbin kept doing his homework without stopping.

Li Zhuiyuan and Xue Liangliang were chatting while looking at the passing scenery outside the car window. Most of the time, Li Zhuiyuan was listening and Xue Liangliang was talking, like a night tea party in a university dormitory.

From rural housing structures, to living standards in various places, and even industrial development planning, Xue Liangliang mainly studied water conservancy and construction, but he also knew some about other industries, although he was not very proficient.

However, in this era of extremely inconvenient access to information, it is a rare skill to know so many things.

It was getting dark and the scenery outside could not be seen. Only when the conductor came to announce the station every once in a while could he know exactly where he was. Xue Liangliang got off the bed and said he was going to buy a packed lunch.

On the way, I met an old woman in black and a little girl in red standing next to her. "Grandma, I'm so hungry."

Xue Liangliang passed by them, went to the carriage restaurant, bought ten meat-packed lunches, and walked back with a big bag. When he passed by the little girl, he took out one and handed it to her.

"Thank you, brother."

Xue Liangliang smiled, walked back to the soft bedroom, and distributed the lunch boxes to everyone.

He and Xiaoyuan each had one portion, Tan Wenbin had three portions, and Runsheng had four portions.

Li Zhuiyuan felt that the food in the white plastic box had an unexpected aroma, especially the gluten-roasted pork, which was really delicious.

After Tan Wenbin ate three portions, he untied his belt and opened his belly. He was full, so he continued to take out the exercise book and planned to digest it by doing the exercises. Runsheng still felt unsatisfied after eating four portions, but he brought some from home.

There is still some dry food and salty sauce, and he can still make up for it.

After dinner, the tea party started again. During the day, it was realism and future development reports, and in the evening, it was historical interpretation.

Li Zhuiyuan was able to participate in this topic, but he mainly listened to what Xue Liangliang said. Only when Xue Liangliang asked "Who is that?" and "What is the name of the place where the fight was?" would Li Zhuiyuan give accurate answers.

Xue Liangliang was so pleased with his response that he fell asleep happily. It wasn't until the latter half of the night that everyone fell asleep.

When he got up in the morning, Runsheng went to get water for everyone to wash up. Tan Wenbin washed up first. The train happened to stop, so he went down to buy breakfast for everyone. On the way, he met a grandmother and her granddaughter. The granddaughter shouted to her that she was hungry.

Wipe away tears of sadness.

When he came back, Tan Wenbin gave them some steamed buns and a bag of soy milk.

The soy milk was packed in a bag. After bringing it back, Tan Wenbin tore open the bag and poured it into cups for everyone.

After breakfast, Xue Liangliang took out some design drawings from his backpack. Li Zhuiyuan saw them and simply left his own shop and went to Xue Liangliang's shop. The two of them stood next to each other and looked at them together.

What surprised Xue Liangliang was that Xiaoyuan could actually understand the labels and data on it, so he took advantage of the situation and told the boy some professional things. As lunch was approaching, a conductor was helping to sell roasted sweet potatoes on the train. Li Zhuiyuan

Went to the train aisle and bought a bag.

It wasn't the conductor who was selling, she just shouted twice for help, and then the seller on the platform came over to collect money and give the things. When walking back with the bag, Li Zhuiyuan passed by an old woman, who was sitting there with a dull expression. In her eyes

At his feet, there was an altar-like object wrapped in cloth, like an urn.

Li Zhuiyuan didn't stop and went back to the soft sleeper room.

While eating roasted sweet potatoes, Runsheng felt heartbroken: "How can it be sold at such an expensive price?"

When eating, Runsheng licked the inside of the sweet potato skin carefully, for fear of wasting even a little bit.

At around one o'clock in the afternoon, the train once again entered the station in a small county called Mi Shui. Then the radio and loudspeaker began to announce that there was a road collapse ahead and the train could not move for the time being.

You can continue to wait in the car, or you can get a refund for the journey and get off here.

After asking the conductor to determine the specific location of the landslide section, Xue Liangliang judged that it would probably take a day or two to reopen to traffic, so he led everyone off the train and out of the train station. They found a restaurant to eat and had barbecue for lunch.

Sweet potatoes digest too quickly and everyone is hungry again.

A promotional slogan is posted on the outer wall of the small restaurant: "Kill the car gangster and road bully, and you will be rewarded if you are innocent!"

While eating, a man sitting alone next to him heard Runsheng's accent. He got up with a smile and asked in Nan Diao. He actually met a fellow countryman.

This man's surname was Zhu, and his name was Zhu Yang. He was a truck driver. When he learned that the four people came out of the train station and their destination was a mountain city, he enthusiastically invited them to take his car to the mountain city.

After all, he spoke with the accent of his hometown, and he actually drove a truck with steel cables on it. Most importantly, he said it very straightforwardly: he didn’t charge for the fare, just treat it as a companion, so as to save money.

The road is not smooth.

After finishing the meal, Xue Liangliang helped Zhu Yang pay the bill, then went to the canteen to buy some drinks and two packs of cigarettes, and handed them to him. Immediately, everyone got in the car.

The front of the car has been modified, and there is a horizontal panel at the back so that the driver can lie down and rest. Although the space is still very cramped, everyone can still sit in it.

Tan Wenbin couldn't solve the problem, but he took out his English vocabulary book and started to memorize the words.

Runsheng envied the profession of truck driver and said with emotion: "It's great. You can travel around the world while making money."

Zhu Yang smiled bitterly and replied: "I will just sit in this small car if I travel all over the country. If it weren't for my wife and children at home, I wouldn't be happy to be stuck here for half my life."

Li Zhuiyuan noticed that there were several thick novels under Zhu Yang's seat. They were mimeographed pirated copies. It seemed that he relied on these to pass the time on weekdays. In addition, Li Zhuiyuan also saw two steel pipes and a

A knife.

These days, these are considered standard equipment for long-distance truck drivers.

Near dusk, the truck drove into the mountain road. As it was driving, Zhu Yang felt something was wrong. He stopped the truck, got out of the truck, and then cursed: "You have no conscience, the nail punctured the tire."

Tan Wenbin wondered: "Is it a nail that fell from the car in front?"

Zhu Yang snorted coldly, lit up a cigarette, and pointed ahead: "Go forward, there should be a car repair shop in front of you." Tan Wenbin was smart and did not say "you are so lucky", but

He immediately cursed: "Are you so shameless?"

Zhu Yang sighed: "This is already a literary fight."

Immediately, he looked at Runsheng and said, "Come with me to pressure the market. Let's increase our momentum and lower the price." Runsheng: "Win!"

Zhu Yang took Runsheng forward to find a car repair shop. Tan Wenbin continued to recite words in the car. Li Zhuiyuan and Xue Liangliang came to the roadside. Below was a slope, and below it was a river. Because the leaves began to wither,

The field of vision has become quite good as a result.

Li Zhuiyuan couldn't help but sigh: "The feng shui here is really good."

Wolong and Qifeng, a magical place on earth, was a good place to build villages and towns in ancient times. However, with the development of modern transportation methods, this place seems a bit out of the way. Xue Liangliang, suffering from occupational disease, nodded and said: "It is indeed a good place, suitable for

Build a small hydroelectric power station.”

Sure enough, there was a car repair shop not far ahead, because soon Zhu Yang and Runsheng came with a middle-aged man and a young apprentice. At first, Li Zhuiyuan thought Zhu Yang was acting, because

He is very enthusiastic about the car mechanic.

But gradually, Li Zhuiyuan discovered that no, Zhu Yang was sincere, because the price the other party asked was not outrageous at all, but very close to the people. At this price, even if the nails were really thrown by the car repairman, Zhu Yang would have to praise him.

Well done!".

Finally, after the repairs were completed, Zhu Yang wanted to give him a pack of cigarettes, but he was pushed away and only took the agreed part of the money.

However, the car repairman said lightly: "It's getting late and there are fewer cars on the road. Don't drive any further. There will be trouble ahead." Zhu Yang asked curiously: "What do you say?"

The car mechanic shook his head: "It's hard to say."

Zhu Yang mustered up his courage: "There are many of us, it will be fine." "They have trolls."

Zhu Yang was dumbfounded.

The car repairman pointed down: "Have you seen that small road when you came here? Turn in and there is a village. Go there to rest for a night. When it gets dark tomorrow, we will drive forward again." Zhu Yang asked:

"That's the village where you live?"

"No, I live in front."

"this………"
To be continued...