At five or six o'clock in the afternoon, she took me to the train station. The station was filled with all kinds of people. Everyone had expressions of joy or sadness on their faces, and they looked each with their own worries. There was a great guy who put his hands in his dark blue khaki pockets, held a cigarette in his mouth, and stood on the handrail of the steps as if asleep. He glanced at the passengers coming and going with a keen eye, trying to search for their gazes in need of help;
We were waiting for the train to arrive in the waiting room. Xin'er kept telling me all the precautions for taking the train, as if I was a half-aged child for the first time. For example, don't eat strangers' things, don't expose your true information to strangers, often check whether your things are still there, and change and large tickets should be opened separately...
Despite the air conditioning, the air is as dull as ever. The lights are dim and yellow. Everything is like shrouding in thin blue smoke that cannot be seen. It is not until dark that the lights gradually appear to light up. The train howls from the ticket gate - Woo... Woo...
As the sound of the horn in the waiting room began to report to the station. The train to Houma finally entered the station. I stood up, Xin'er took my clothes and said: Let's go!
I carried a big bag and carried a shoulder bag to the ticket gate. When I checked the ticket, I looked back at Xin'er in the waiting room. She stood in the blue seat in the waiting room with tears in her eyes, waving her hands hard. Suddenly, I felt that this parting was really sad. Her neck was hard and uncomfortable. I quickly walked towards the platform and kept comforting myself: This is not a permanent parting, why make me so sad!
It is early August and the weather is hot. It is not fun to travel by train at this time. The carriage is crowded. The pungent leather smell on the hard seats is mixed with all kinds of unpleasant smells, floating in the stuffy air
In four years of college, I have been riding the train back and forth between home and school. I no longer had the excitement and curiosity I had when I first took the train. Instead, I was inexplicably bored and tired. Seeing the passengers coming and going get on and off, all I had was the feeling of being in the world and being involuntarily involuntarily
But there are also a few times when I met some interesting people, which added a lot of fun to the boring journey
I didn't seem very lucky today, so I found my seat and sat down, hoping that there would be a more interesting person in the seats next to me and opposite me, and it would be better to be a pretty girl!
I stood up, looked over the backrest of the seat, and looked at the direction of people carrying large and small bags, while praying in my heart, praying that the unknown woman or girl would sit next to me.
There were a few times when a few girls with beautiful faces came in. My eyes followed their slender figures and squeezed open the people in the aisle, slowly moving towards me, while stretching out my head to see the seat number. Finally, I arrived at me, and raised my bright eyes to look at the seat number. I even saw the bulging and seductive outline on their chests, smelling the refreshing perfume smell on their bodies...
Unfortunately, after they saw the seat number clearly, they shook their heads in disappointment in my expectant eyes. Instead, two old men, one man and one woman sat down beside me with two little boys. The old men had gray hair on their heads, and brown old-fashioned spots appeared on their faces, which looked kind and kind. The two little boys were wearing the same clothes, and their round and cute faces almost looked exactly the same. They were probably twins - but this was not the result I wanted.
An old man took a child to sit down next to him, and only one seat on the opposite side was left.
The passengers in the car had already put their things on the luggage rack above their heads, and large bags of food were placed on the small table in front of the seats. They were basically in their place, just waiting for the train to start.
The train has started to honk the whistle, and a crisp female voice came from the horn. It has begun to say hello to all passengers and promote some precautions on the train. The seat is still empty, and I also took my seat in my discouragement - it seems that there is no hope. This seat is either no one bought a ticket or some careless person missed the train.
Just as the train began to rumble and slide forward on the rails, a hurrying sound of box wheels rang in the aisle, and it kept ringing intermittently to us before stopping
Finally it was a girl. I looked at her with a little nervous look at her seat number, for fear that she would shake her head and leave again
There is no one in this seat, you can take it first, the train is about to drive...
I couldn't wait to try to sit down with my own lobbying
Haha, it's my seat
The girl smiled pantingly, her face shining with sweat, and her accent was a local girl in Chongqing
She pressed the handle of the box with a snap, tried to bend down to lift the heavy box up, and then put it on the luggage rack.
I'll help you?
I stood up and reached out to catch her box. It was so heavy. I thought it was just some clothes inside. I was wrongly expected that the box would almost fall off and fell to the ground.
I was also embarrassed by my self-indulgent just now. Now it is time to eliminate the embarrassment - the luggage rack is relatively high and the box is so heavy. She is only 1.6 meters tall at most. Standing on the floor, even if she stretches her arms, she can only reach the edge of the luggage rack, let alone hold the box and put it on it.
It took me a lot of effort to put the heavy box on it safely. She said quietly, thank you and sat in her seat, which made me a little depressed.
I looked her carefully intentionally or unintentionally. It seemed that she was only eighteen or nineteen years old. She was wearing a green top with a small yellow top and an ochre pleated skirt. Although her clothes were plain, they were elegant and decent. Her hair dyed into grapes was just shoulder-length, which set off her beautiful rosy round face, plump forehead, curved crescent eyebrows, and clear double eyelids. She looked like a pair of clear eyes. Her chest was bulging like a pair of small peaches, about the same size as Xin'er's, but the shape was different - Xin'er's one was the round half-spherical shape, her top was pointed and protruded slightly downward, and under her snow-white neck was the collar with two buttons open. You could just see the shallow cleavage, her waist was thin, and her beautiful appearance was like a girl next door, like a stone thrown into my heart, rippling in circles of joy. ripples of joy were rippled in circles of joy.
It was almost dark, and the lights on the platform began to light up dimly and slowly moved backwards and gradually disappeared. The train drove into the increasingly dense night. The high and low mountains in the distance were like a swimming black dragon that had no end, gradually being covered by the heavy night.
The enthusiasm in the carriage did not fade, and everyone became familiar with each other quickly. People from all over the world spoke dialects from all over the world to greet each other. Some even took out their cards and started fighting the landlords. Some talkative even took out their wine to drink and chat while chatting. The young people took out their mobile phones and started playing happily...
Only we have to be quiet here, two children are playing with each other through the table, do the two old men curse? The girl facing each other started to squint her eyes and sleep as soon as she got in the car, and never said anything else except that thank you
I was expecting a harmonious conversation now that it seems to be ruined - my phone is the oldest Nokia. Without the functions of reading web pages and chatting, I had to take out the book "Eden" in my bag and spread it on the small wooden platform in front, and look listlessly in the shaking lights.
When the train arrived at Wanyuan Station, it was already past midnight. The two naughty children were already tired of playing and fell asleep sweetly in the old man's arms. The old man was sleeping heavily against the seat, with a happy and satisfied smile on his face.
She stood up opposite her and carried an empty glass teacup to the bathroom to pour boiling water. I saw her legs. Her slender and straight legs were as white as two lotus roots. She wore a pair of petite navy blue canvas flat-soled open shoes, which looked a bit like dancing shoes. Her tightly erect buttocks were wrapped in short wrinkled skirts. When she walked, she twisted her waist gracefully. I think only Cao Zhi's "The Goddess of the Luo River" line is comparable.
She walked back tremblingly with most of the glass teacup of boiling water. This time she glanced at me quickly with her calm eyes and said: Don't you sleep?
Can't sleep! This is how it is when you take a bus every time
I was a little flattered and quickly followed her words
What book did you read?
She asked, her voice was so nice, just like the crisp sound of a string of wind chimes hanging on the eaves under the breeze.
Just take a look, just chat to pass the time
I have always been afraid that others will say that I am a literary youth. In my opinion, the phrase "Literary Youth" is exactly the same as a nerd. My phone is not that many functions, it is very distant!
In order to make her believe that I am not a person who loves reading, I added
She took a sip of boiling water and frowned. It seemed that the boiling water was still very hot, so she covered the lid and placed it next to the windowsill. She stretched out her white and soft hand and said: Can you show it to me?
I couldn't help but handed the book over, and I couldn't resist her request
She took the book and looked seriously, as if the book was hers, so naturally and so unceremoniously, she left me aside.
I wanted to say something, but forgot what I wanted to say for a moment. I kept thinking about what my words were, but I couldn't remember them.
She started to look at the first page, but I think she would be bored soon - especially when reading these translated books. Although many of them are famous books, I don’t know if it’s a translation issue or whether the emotions of foreigners are different from us, or both, in short, they always make people sleepy.
Besides, young people today, especially girls as old as hers, no matter what famous or famous, they usually don’t get interested. They seem to be more incest-like and fairy-tale-like popular plots of Prince Charming and Cinderella on their mobile phones. The male protagonists are usually elegant and rich young men with no shortcomings and charming, and the female protagonists are usually pitiful ordinary women who love each other and bloom when they meet the male protagonist. After a chance encounter with the male protagonist, they pretend to be stupid and sell Cute, and finally lose to the handsome and cold aura of the male protagonist. Of course, the beautiful lingering pornographic passages are also a must.
I also read this kind of novel when I was fifteen or sixteen years old. At the beginning, I was deeply attracted. After reading a book hidden in the quilt and reading it non-stop, I still sighed. I couldn't wait to rent a second book to read it. How did I find that it was like Aunt Qiong Yao's novels, which are mostly similar and even more vulgar than that, and the third book is still like this, so I simply stopped reading it.
Perhaps it was because the people around me and I couldn't find the shadow of the male and female protagonists in the book, and the beautiful and romantic stories in life didn't have a relationship with me for half a cent. However, the countless troubles in reality in life began to come to me one after another, which made me very discouraged. I doubt whether I was happy or not, and I couldn't find the courage and strength that I needed in life.
Since then, I have hated the house and the black man. I really hate people who read this kind of books. I feel annoyed when both men and women read it.
But the one in front of me didn't. She looked at it very carefully and stopped talking to me anymore. She didn't even read the book at a glance.
She stared at the words on the book so attentively, staring slowly from left to right, from left to right...
Page after page, the eyes are shining brightly, and the eyelashes are flapping like the wings of a butterfly flapping
Whether it is a man or a woman, the concentration always has some indescribable charm
Although I really want to find someone to talk to, when I see her quiet appearance, I can't help but disturb her, as if I'm watching a child sleeping sweetly
We were waiting for the train to arrive in the waiting room. Xin'er kept telling me all the precautions for taking the train, as if I was a half-aged child for the first time. For example, don't eat strangers' things, don't expose your true information to strangers, often check whether your things are still there, and change and large tickets should be opened separately...
Despite the air conditioning, the air is as dull as ever. The lights are dim and yellow. Everything is like shrouding in thin blue smoke that cannot be seen. It is not until dark that the lights gradually appear to light up. The train howls from the ticket gate - Woo... Woo...
As the sound of the horn in the waiting room began to report to the station. The train to Houma finally entered the station. I stood up, Xin'er took my clothes and said: Let's go!
I carried a big bag and carried a shoulder bag to the ticket gate. When I checked the ticket, I looked back at Xin'er in the waiting room. She stood in the blue seat in the waiting room with tears in her eyes, waving her hands hard. Suddenly, I felt that this parting was really sad. Her neck was hard and uncomfortable. I quickly walked towards the platform and kept comforting myself: This is not a permanent parting, why make me so sad!
It is early August and the weather is hot. It is not fun to travel by train at this time. The carriage is crowded. The pungent leather smell on the hard seats is mixed with all kinds of unpleasant smells, floating in the stuffy air
In four years of college, I have been riding the train back and forth between home and school. I no longer had the excitement and curiosity I had when I first took the train. Instead, I was inexplicably bored and tired. Seeing the passengers coming and going get on and off, all I had was the feeling of being in the world and being involuntarily involuntarily
But there are also a few times when I met some interesting people, which added a lot of fun to the boring journey
I didn't seem very lucky today, so I found my seat and sat down, hoping that there would be a more interesting person in the seats next to me and opposite me, and it would be better to be a pretty girl!
I stood up, looked over the backrest of the seat, and looked at the direction of people carrying large and small bags, while praying in my heart, praying that the unknown woman or girl would sit next to me.
There were a few times when a few girls with beautiful faces came in. My eyes followed their slender figures and squeezed open the people in the aisle, slowly moving towards me, while stretching out my head to see the seat number. Finally, I arrived at me, and raised my bright eyes to look at the seat number. I even saw the bulging and seductive outline on their chests, smelling the refreshing perfume smell on their bodies...
Unfortunately, after they saw the seat number clearly, they shook their heads in disappointment in my expectant eyes. Instead, two old men, one man and one woman sat down beside me with two little boys. The old men had gray hair on their heads, and brown old-fashioned spots appeared on their faces, which looked kind and kind. The two little boys were wearing the same clothes, and their round and cute faces almost looked exactly the same. They were probably twins - but this was not the result I wanted.
An old man took a child to sit down next to him, and only one seat on the opposite side was left.
The passengers in the car had already put their things on the luggage rack above their heads, and large bags of food were placed on the small table in front of the seats. They were basically in their place, just waiting for the train to start.
The train has started to honk the whistle, and a crisp female voice came from the horn. It has begun to say hello to all passengers and promote some precautions on the train. The seat is still empty, and I also took my seat in my discouragement - it seems that there is no hope. This seat is either no one bought a ticket or some careless person missed the train.
Just as the train began to rumble and slide forward on the rails, a hurrying sound of box wheels rang in the aisle, and it kept ringing intermittently to us before stopping
Finally it was a girl. I looked at her with a little nervous look at her seat number, for fear that she would shake her head and leave again
There is no one in this seat, you can take it first, the train is about to drive...
I couldn't wait to try to sit down with my own lobbying
Haha, it's my seat
The girl smiled pantingly, her face shining with sweat, and her accent was a local girl in Chongqing
She pressed the handle of the box with a snap, tried to bend down to lift the heavy box up, and then put it on the luggage rack.
I'll help you?
I stood up and reached out to catch her box. It was so heavy. I thought it was just some clothes inside. I was wrongly expected that the box would almost fall off and fell to the ground.
I was also embarrassed by my self-indulgent just now. Now it is time to eliminate the embarrassment - the luggage rack is relatively high and the box is so heavy. She is only 1.6 meters tall at most. Standing on the floor, even if she stretches her arms, she can only reach the edge of the luggage rack, let alone hold the box and put it on it.
It took me a lot of effort to put the heavy box on it safely. She said quietly, thank you and sat in her seat, which made me a little depressed.
I looked her carefully intentionally or unintentionally. It seemed that she was only eighteen or nineteen years old. She was wearing a green top with a small yellow top and an ochre pleated skirt. Although her clothes were plain, they were elegant and decent. Her hair dyed into grapes was just shoulder-length, which set off her beautiful rosy round face, plump forehead, curved crescent eyebrows, and clear double eyelids. She looked like a pair of clear eyes. Her chest was bulging like a pair of small peaches, about the same size as Xin'er's, but the shape was different - Xin'er's one was the round half-spherical shape, her top was pointed and protruded slightly downward, and under her snow-white neck was the collar with two buttons open. You could just see the shallow cleavage, her waist was thin, and her beautiful appearance was like a girl next door, like a stone thrown into my heart, rippling in circles of joy. ripples of joy were rippled in circles of joy.
It was almost dark, and the lights on the platform began to light up dimly and slowly moved backwards and gradually disappeared. The train drove into the increasingly dense night. The high and low mountains in the distance were like a swimming black dragon that had no end, gradually being covered by the heavy night.
The enthusiasm in the carriage did not fade, and everyone became familiar with each other quickly. People from all over the world spoke dialects from all over the world to greet each other. Some even took out their cards and started fighting the landlords. Some talkative even took out their wine to drink and chat while chatting. The young people took out their mobile phones and started playing happily...
Only we have to be quiet here, two children are playing with each other through the table, do the two old men curse? The girl facing each other started to squint her eyes and sleep as soon as she got in the car, and never said anything else except that thank you
I was expecting a harmonious conversation now that it seems to be ruined - my phone is the oldest Nokia. Without the functions of reading web pages and chatting, I had to take out the book "Eden" in my bag and spread it on the small wooden platform in front, and look listlessly in the shaking lights.
When the train arrived at Wanyuan Station, it was already past midnight. The two naughty children were already tired of playing and fell asleep sweetly in the old man's arms. The old man was sleeping heavily against the seat, with a happy and satisfied smile on his face.
She stood up opposite her and carried an empty glass teacup to the bathroom to pour boiling water. I saw her legs. Her slender and straight legs were as white as two lotus roots. She wore a pair of petite navy blue canvas flat-soled open shoes, which looked a bit like dancing shoes. Her tightly erect buttocks were wrapped in short wrinkled skirts. When she walked, she twisted her waist gracefully. I think only Cao Zhi's "The Goddess of the Luo River" line is comparable.
She walked back tremblingly with most of the glass teacup of boiling water. This time she glanced at me quickly with her calm eyes and said: Don't you sleep?
Can't sleep! This is how it is when you take a bus every time
I was a little flattered and quickly followed her words
What book did you read?
She asked, her voice was so nice, just like the crisp sound of a string of wind chimes hanging on the eaves under the breeze.
Just take a look, just chat to pass the time
I have always been afraid that others will say that I am a literary youth. In my opinion, the phrase "Literary Youth" is exactly the same as a nerd. My phone is not that many functions, it is very distant!
In order to make her believe that I am not a person who loves reading, I added
She took a sip of boiling water and frowned. It seemed that the boiling water was still very hot, so she covered the lid and placed it next to the windowsill. She stretched out her white and soft hand and said: Can you show it to me?
I couldn't help but handed the book over, and I couldn't resist her request
She took the book and looked seriously, as if the book was hers, so naturally and so unceremoniously, she left me aside.
I wanted to say something, but forgot what I wanted to say for a moment. I kept thinking about what my words were, but I couldn't remember them.
She started to look at the first page, but I think she would be bored soon - especially when reading these translated books. Although many of them are famous books, I don’t know if it’s a translation issue or whether the emotions of foreigners are different from us, or both, in short, they always make people sleepy.
Besides, young people today, especially girls as old as hers, no matter what famous or famous, they usually don’t get interested. They seem to be more incest-like and fairy-tale-like popular plots of Prince Charming and Cinderella on their mobile phones. The male protagonists are usually elegant and rich young men with no shortcomings and charming, and the female protagonists are usually pitiful ordinary women who love each other and bloom when they meet the male protagonist. After a chance encounter with the male protagonist, they pretend to be stupid and sell Cute, and finally lose to the handsome and cold aura of the male protagonist. Of course, the beautiful lingering pornographic passages are also a must.
I also read this kind of novel when I was fifteen or sixteen years old. At the beginning, I was deeply attracted. After reading a book hidden in the quilt and reading it non-stop, I still sighed. I couldn't wait to rent a second book to read it. How did I find that it was like Aunt Qiong Yao's novels, which are mostly similar and even more vulgar than that, and the third book is still like this, so I simply stopped reading it.
Perhaps it was because the people around me and I couldn't find the shadow of the male and female protagonists in the book, and the beautiful and romantic stories in life didn't have a relationship with me for half a cent. However, the countless troubles in reality in life began to come to me one after another, which made me very discouraged. I doubt whether I was happy or not, and I couldn't find the courage and strength that I needed in life.
Since then, I have hated the house and the black man. I really hate people who read this kind of books. I feel annoyed when both men and women read it.
But the one in front of me didn't. She looked at it very carefully and stopped talking to me anymore. She didn't even read the book at a glance.
She stared at the words on the book so attentively, staring slowly from left to right, from left to right...
Page after page, the eyes are shining brightly, and the eyelashes are flapping like the wings of a butterfly flapping
Whether it is a man or a woman, the concentration always has some indescribable charm
Although I really want to find someone to talk to, when I see her quiet appearance, I can't help but disturb her, as if I'm watching a child sleeping sweetly
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