The girl in front of her looked like she was ten years old, tall and fair-skinned.

For the first time, Mi Jiaojiao saw the legendary skin that can be broken by blowing.

Song Yiran's skin was like a shelled egg, and he couldn't even see a single pore, let alone a flaw. She practiced boxing in the space, absorbing the mist in the space, not only training her physical fitness to a great extent, but also benefiting her skin a lot.

The original owner had a very bad time in Daqingshan in the past few years, he was exposed to the wind and sun every day, malnourished, and his whole face was yellow and thin, how good could his skin be? But as time went by, Song Yiran's skin was getting better and better, and she sometimes didn't even rub alabaster, but the reality was so annoying!

Song Yiran was dressed very ordinarily, she was not a swaggering person in the first place, she felt that she was comfortable, not to mention that it was better to keep a low profile when she went out. Even though she is very low-key in terms of dressing, her tall figure, fair skin, outstanding appearance, and unique temperament make her look a little different.

Mi Jiaojiao is sour, she is obviously a village girl, how can she be more dazzling than her?

Jealousy is like a vicious beast hidden in her heart, and she runs out without paying attention.

"Hillbilly, what do you ask you about, are you dumb?"

Song Yiran covered his nose with his hand and walked away silently.

What does she mean?

Mi Jiao jumped to her feet angrily, "What do you mean?"

"This girl, did you eat when you woke up in the morning, why do you stink so much? You still don't speak, I'm a little confused by the smoke. Song Yiran rubbed his temples seriously, "It's too stinky." ”

Everyone else is holding back their smiles, everyone is a quality person, and they can't get used to a self-righteous person like Mi Jiaojiao, not to mention that she didn't wash up just now and started to put on makeup, what kind of good person can she be.

"Don't be a hillbilly, girl. What's wrong with the peasants? What's wrong with the countryside? Counting up two generations, who is not from a peasant family? You are very young and have a lot of problems with your thinking!" A person who looked like a cadre took the lead in helping Song Yiran.

"That's right! The little girl is good-looking, but she is too mean to speak. Another eldest sister in her forties also looks very stylish, looking like a women's director, "You went to put on lipstick without brushing your teeth in the morning, no wonder the little girl said that you have a bad mouth." ”

Song Yiran sat down in his place and laughed secretly, and Mi Jiaojiao was already crying angrily at this time. She didn't say a word, packed up her things, and seemed to not even want to eat, so she went straight up to rest.

Song Yiran hugged his fists towards the two 'heroes' who spoke up righteously to show his gratitude.

Calm returned to the carriage.

Some people have the financial means and choose to go to the food truck for breakfast, but more people choose to eat the food they bring and be frugal. After all, in the eighties, only a small number of people became wealthy.

The eldest sister who looks like a female cadre is eating biscuits, anyway, boil it up, and I'll be there around noon, so let's pad it!

Song Yiran's upper bunk had been sleeping, snoring slightly, and it didn't seem to mean to have breakfast.

Some people soak steamed buns in hot water and eat them with pickles, while others put eggs in them and eat warm eggs after bringing hot water.

In contrast, Song Yiran ate very well.

There are hot buns in the thermos bucket, as well as cooked food, the temperature is just right, and it is very comfortable to eat.

After eating, Song Yiran went to wash the thermos bucket.

Mi Jiaojiao in the middle bunk secretly hates, eat so much, you forget it! Eat so greasy in the morning, and you are not afraid of diarrhea, it is best to pull you to death directly.

Because of such a small episode in the morning, the atmosphere of the next trip was a lot dull, everyone either closed their eyes to recuperate, or read books and newspapers, they were all doing their own things, and no one was talking.

At eleven o'clock, the train stopped at a small station, and it was said that it would give way and stop for two hours.

Expect to be late.

Mi Jiaojiao couldn't sit still, she hadn't eaten in the morning, it was already lunch time, and she had to wait for another two hours, she had to faint from hunger.

No, she has to go down to eat, and she can't let the cheap ~~ anger spoil her body.

Mi Jiaojiao was about to go down, but found that Song Yiran went out with her thermos bucket.

Hey?

Could it be that she also goes to the dining car?

It's impossible~

At this moment, Song Yiran came back with her thermos bucket.

There are a lot of people in the dining car, so it's more convenient to come back and eat.

She made braised pork, rice, and a vinegared shredded potato.

Mi Jiaojiao was even more angry, feeling that Song Yiran was demonstrating to her! And she smelled the aroma of the food, her stomach was even hungrier, and she was already growling.

Mi Jiaojiao struggled to climb down, ready to go to the dining car to eat, I don't know if she was too hungry, a little hypoglycemic, or she didn't step on it when she got out of bed, in short, Mi Jiaojiao's feet slipped a little, and the whole person almost fell directly from the middle bunk, her buttocks hit the ground, and she fell a big ass.

Everyone was stunned by this scene.

Mi Jiaojiao felt very embarrassed, and the most important thing was that her hips were really painful.

"Whew, it hurts. Mi Jiaojiao cried, she felt like she couldn't move.

Soon a conductor rushed over, and they helped Mi Jiaojiao up and sent her away.

You should fall to a special area, and you may need to find a more hidden place to inquire about the injury. Song Yiran, as a medical worker, preliminarily judged that Mi Jiaojiao should have a slight contusion, as for where the contusion went, cough, it was obvious!

The train restarted two hours later, and Mi Jiaojiao never returned, but a staff member came to take Mi Jiaojiao's personal belongings.

Song Yiran didn't care about this, nor was she interested, she was ready to take a lunch break.

At a quarter past three o'clock in the afternoon, the train stopped steadily at Haishi Railway Station.

Song Yiran was already ready to go, and he cleaned up the position of his lower bunk. The quilt was folded into a boxy tofu block, and when the eldest sister of the female cadre left, she also glanced at Song Yiran deliberately.

I can't see it, the little girl is deeply hidden.

Song Yiran carried a small burden and slowly got off the train with the crowd.

An ambulance was parked outside the station, and medical staff were running on stretchers.

"What's wrong?"

"It's like someone on the train was hurt. ”

"It looks serious. ”

Song Yiran thought, could it be that woman? I can't even walk, it seems that it's not as simple as a contusion, could it be a bone crack?

It's possible!

Song Yiran smiled and left the bustling train station with the crowd. She stood on the street, looking at the somewhat familiar and unfamiliar streets, and suddenly felt a sense of high spirits in her heart.

Haishi, I'm back!

Zhang Jianjian, I'm back!

Zhang family, wash your neck and wait!

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