Chapter 63 Still Chaos

Chapter 63 is still messy

I stood at the door of the ticket hall on Sunday, worrying about a ticket. His handsome face was full of anxiety. A well-dressed middle-aged man came over quietly and asked Zhou Tian in a low voice, "Do you want a ticket?" Sunday hurriedly said, "Yes, yes." The middle-aged man waved his hand and asked Sunday to whisper, "You want to call the police," the middle-aged man warned softly. The middle-aged man said again, "It's okay for the police to come. I'm already familiar with it. Where do you want the ticket?" Sunday looked carefully at the middle-aged man and saw that he was wearing a gray suit, a blue tie, and his leather shoes were rubbed against the tiles. No matter how he looked like a scalper. Are all the people dressed up like this now? Sunday hesitated to tell the middle-aged man that he wanted a ticket to Kunming. The middle-aged man was a little embarrassed, saying that there was only one train to Kunming, and the ticket was very tight and difficult to deal with. Zhou Tian thought, don't you just want to add more money? The master's poor is not money, but he can't show his generousness, so that this middle-aged man will not open his mouth. Zhou Tian said to the middle-aged man, "I'm just a poor student. I'm going home on vacation. Just think of a way. If you have a ticket to get on the bus." The middle-aged man looked at Zhou Tian and saw that Zhou Tian's clothes looked a little like a student. No It's because the middle-aged man doesn't have eyes. Although Sunday is almost 30 years old, he is young, his little face is white and tender. A month of special training also makes a few pimples on his face. He shamelessly carries a backpack that students like, deliberately restrains himself and pretends to be a little simple, but he has the intention of a student brother. Think. The middle-aged man saw that it was not a fat fish and looked a little cold, but the thief did not go empty. He said to Zhou Tian, "Then come with me and I'll give you a ticket outside." He took Sunday out of the ticket hall and went to a beef noodle restaurant outside. After sitting down, he glanced around a few times and didn't find a note, so he took it from his clothes. He issued a ticket, found a hard-seat ticket to Kunming today and handed it to Zhou Tian. He said, "Add more than 200, brother, look at you's honest, earn less." Zhou Tian took the ticket and said, "Brother, add less, it, I really don't have money." The middle-aged man said, "It's okay to add less, but it's just a standing ticket without a seat." Zhou Tian was busy. Put away the tickets and hand the money to the middle-aged man. If you stand all the way back, it won't fall off. While the middle-aged man took the money and carefully counted them one by one, two young policemen in their twenties passed by the restaurant. They saw the middle-aged man sitting in it, stopped and enthusiastically asked the middle-aged man, "Team Li, are you so idle today?" The middle-aged man called Team Li quickly stuffed up the money and smiled at the two young policemen, "Today, I'm out of my clothes, and I'm waiting for the ticket dealer to throw himself to the net." The three laughed tacitly.

On Sunday, he came out of the beef noodle restaurant with a ticket and felt that he was a piece of beef. Whoever wanted to eat it would come up and take a bite. The middle-aged man was clearly a member of the police force. What the hell is this? Depressed, depressed.

As the crowded flow of people enter the station, they see that the waiting room is full of people, walking around and looking for the direction of their buses. This station is known as the first in Asia. Except for buildings like tofu dregs, it is difficult for the rest of service and convenience to reach the first-class level. When a person arrives at this bus for the first time. The first feeling of standing in the waiting room was that he was lost. Looking at the maze-like roads in the station, you will marvel at the avant-garde and ignorance of the station designer. Is this a ride or to solve the mystery? And when pulling a large bag and a small bag and carrying luggage, he finally found the ticket gate. After entering the station, he had to walk through a long road to reach a platform with 20 platforms. Without the strength and perseverance, it would be a test to take a ride at this station. Thanks to the great and extremely wise leaders of the Iron * Taoist Department for providing a place to test wisdom and strength for the Chinese people.

The train bound for Kunming finally checked the ticket. Sunday whispered to more than a dozen people in railway clothing. After receiving countless white eyes, they found the ticket gate. With the crowded crowd, they entered the station, found their own carriage and found their seats. At this time, the train is about to drive. All the clothes from inside to outside on Sunday are soaked in sweat. With white air on his head, he sits in his seat and sighs that this train is like a war. No, it is harder than a war. Looking at the men and women in the carriage crowded together, Sunday can buy a seat for himself. The ticket felt lucky, although it was easily earned 200 oceans.

The whole carriage is full of the smell of human * meat, full of people with different accents and regions with the same purpose, going home for the Spring Festival. Although it was crowded, everyone's face was full of contentment, with a somewhat naive expression and a smile on the train that could buy a ticket and squeeze home. Although there are countless people who bought tickets from ticket dealers at the same price as Sunday, they are just like Sunday. They are lucky to be able to go home. I am satisfied. How kind Chinese people are. Our requirements are not high, and we will not be like people in some countries who come to show their prestige or something because of a little thing, which makes the government embarrassed.

The train finally started, slowly left the platform, and ran south in the noise and chaos. As the train flew on the northern land in winter, there was finally some order in the carriage. The people in the seats settled down and began to look at each other. The standing passengers also found their respective positions, holding the seats or luggage racks, shaking with the shaking of the train. Sunday's seat is in the middle of a three-person seat, and on both sides are two middle-aged men with a Henan accent. Looking at the dress, they know that they are rural people who go out to work hard. Their faces are red and black. They talk loudly about the right and wrong on the construction site through Zhou Tian. Saliva splashed in front of Zhou Tian. Speaking of excitement, the two made a row and row and buried Zhou Tian in In the middle of the saliva, Zhou Tian smiled and discussed adjusting his seat with the loyal man on the side. The man agreed, but he was a little embarrassed, because Zhou Tian's seat was leaning in and would be squeezed by the people in the aisle from time to time. The man was about to get up with gratitude on his face, but the innermost man pulled Zhou Tian and gave Zhou Tian to the innermost part. In the window seat, two Henan men sat together and began to talk and laugh loudly again, spitting on each other's faces in exchange for cordial scolding. This is the lowest Chinese people, sticking to the Chinese tradition, and gentlemen do not take advantage of others. Book lovers in Henan, leisurely support you and throw a red ticket)

PS: Leisurely decided to let Zhou Tian turn around in China and vent his anger on the big guys.