Ordinary people's rice bowl

Chapter 294
When Mu Zhen was worried, Hu Guoqing who was sitting on the train was even more anxious.

According to the normal stops of the train, the train that Hu Guoqing took could have arrived at his destination this morning, but now it is like a snail crawling on the railway tracks, stopping and stopping, and the time it stops at every place is even longer than before the festival. Some, there were complaints on the train, and there were all kinds of words. The train conductor's apology letter was repeatedly broadcast on the radio, but it was difficult to conceal the shouts of those angry passengers.

Fortunately, compared with when he came here, Hu Guoqing is no longer crowded in the crowd who can't even move his body. When his uncle picked him up at the train station, he found acquaintances at the train station and booked a sleeper ticket for the return trip. No matter how slow it is, you can lie down and listen to the noise of the passengers.

"Is this still a train? It's slower than a carriage. Even if I walk, I'm already in Beijing!" a tenor complained in the aisle.

"Hey! It's better here! I just came from the dining room over there. The dining room is full of people, and they have been eating all day just to get a seat. What do you call this?" It's a baritone.

"Now that there are so many people, why don't we drive a few more trains to solve this problem, so as not to let everyone go out and suffer!" the tenor continued.

"It's still running more. During the meal just now, the conductor said that some trains have compressed springs due to the large number of people!" The baritone responded.

"Press yellow, what press yellow?" Obviously, the tenor didn't know what the word "clamp spring" meant.

"It's not what you think. Due to the large number of people on the train, the springs under the train were actually pressed down. The train couldn't start at all. It could only guide the passengers to the station. Even these passengers did not increase the number of trains. It can only be channeled by the existing trains, do you think it is miserable?" the baritone explained.

"You put it that way, we are still lucky!" When the tenor said this, it was obviously an octave higher.

"That is, if compared to those passengers waiting to be escorted, we are considered VIPs, even compared to the passengers crowded in the aisle over there, we are also considered VIPs!" The baritone voice was slightly satisfied.

The two fell silent, without words, and Hu Guoqing, who was lying on the upper bunk and listening intently, suddenly felt a little lonely. If the tenor said it, the train was late. As for when it will be late, it is impossible to say However, his original plan to get home fell through, and he was inevitably a little anxious.

"Cough, cough! Who is smoking in the carriage, please go to the toilet and smoke it!" Suddenly a man who was panting heavily shouted.

At this time, Mu Zhen also smelled a smell of smoke, and she couldn't help covering her nose, and then heard the impatient voice of the tenor: "What's wrong with smoking a cigarette? You don't want to smell it, why don't you hide in the toilet? "

"What's the matter, it's immoral to smoke in the car, you're playing with the lives of all the people in the car!" the panting man retorted.

"Why am I being a joke, don't make a fuss, okay?" The tenor didn't mean to compromise at all.

"You are the black sheep!" The man who was panting heavily panted even more heavily.

"You are not a good horse!" the tenor said without giving an inch.

"You curse others at the expense of others, how about some morals?" The panting man coughed twice after finishing speaking.

"Why am I immoral? It's you who bit the mouse—meddling in other people's business and blaming me!" The tenor's voice clearly carried a strong smell of gunpowder.

"Are you looking for a beating?" Hu Guoqing could tell that the speaker was getting closer to the bed he was lying on.

"Forget it, forget it, be more humble. Besides, it's not easy for everyone to come out. It's better to be considerate of each other. You think this brother may not be able to smell the smell of smoke. What about you? You should also be considerate of others. The Tao is cultivated for a hundred years On the same boat, we have cultivated a fate for a hundred years, there is no enmity, and the smoker chokes his cigarette, so we can calm down!" It was the baritone just now who persuaded the fight.

Maybe it was because the tenor really put out the cigarette, and suddenly there was no sound, and the people in the whole car were listening to their noise. At this time, they seemed to be dumbing down their machine guns, and there was a brief calm in the car.

Hu Guoqing didn't care to think about what would happen next for the few people. His thoughts followed the bare mountains outside the window in his eyes, over the mountains and over the mountains, back to his hometown, and along the path he often walked, extended to Qingcheng Middle School and back to his classmates. Among us...

(End of this chapter)