After everything was packed up, the next morning, my daughter and I held hands and dragged our luggage to Shenzhen North Railway Station.

"Wow, Mom, I love this train station. As soon as the daughter arrived, her eyes kept looking around, and her little face was shining with excitement.

"Haha, mom likes it too. ”

Openness and freshness always make people feel relaxed and happy, and the thought of seeing my parents in a few hours, and being able to see the river I once knew again, makes my heart ripple like a river.

There is a popular word in Shenzhen called Shenzhen speed, which describes that in addition to economic development, the development speed of public utilities in Shenzhen is also very fast. Here you can not only see all kinds of miracles of high-rise buildings rising from the ground, but also all kinds of basketball, football, and badminton courts in municipal parks will soon appear in our lives unconsciously, and if you haven't been to a place for a month, the road may have been renovated. Whenever this happens, we can't help but say these four words: Shenzhen speed.

At this moment, I couldn't help it, and let out the same exclamation again. Although I haven't been to this place before, as long as I think of such a long distance, as long as I can quickly reach it in a few hours, I can't help but marvel at the power of people.

The North Station has two large squares in the east and west, which are connected to the subway on one side and the underground parking lot on the other, so it is very convenient to reach the station whether you are taking public transportation or driving yourself.

The subway we took when we came this morning, from the subway station, there is a special elevator to go directly to the entrance and exit of A. After passing through the crowded square, turn left and you will find the self-service ticket collection place. I took my daughter to observe first, and then lined up behind a line of only two people in front.

At the front of the line was an uncle with slightly gray hair, who looked to be in his 50s, wearing a gray short-sleeved T-shirt, a pair of black shorts, and a pair of brown slippers. The second is a man in his 30s, wearing a black-rimmed glasses, looking polite, and an urban white-collar worker. The uncle's eyes may not be particularly good, the action of collecting tickets is a little slow, and he may not be particularly familiar with this way of collecting tickets, so he stared at the screen on the ticket machine, looking a little helpless.

The man in the back saw the uncle's hesitant appearance, and instead of urging, he stepped forward very kindly, and said politely, "Uncle, I'll help you." So he began to explain to the uncle one by one how to get tickets on the Internet on the screen, and then told the uncle where to put the ID card and how to choose it in the end. When the blue ticket was spit out of the ticket machine, the uncle's face was full of gratitude, and he nodded again and again and said thank you to the man.

The man nodded slightly, said "You're welcome" softly, and then took out his ID card and quickly took out a ticket that was also blue, turned around and left anxiously while looking at his phone, and it could be seen that he should be in a hurry.

When it was my turn, my daughter couldn't hold back her curiosity and had to do it herself. I couldn't resist my daughter, and turned my head to see that there was a young long-haired girl lined up behind me, with a thin figure, melon seed face, single eyelids, and a smile between her eyebrows when she didn't speak. My daughter asked for the prompts on the screen one by one, and followed my prompts step by step, although she was already fast, but because she needed my interpretation, it still delayed a lot of time. Although the girl behind me was not impatient, I was a little embarrassed, and the moment I got the ticket, I quickly said, "Sorry, I'm delaying you."

The corners of the girl's mouth rose, revealing a fresh smile, and said very heartily: "It's okay, I'm not in a hurry." Children are curious, and it is good to have more experiences. ”

I was deeply grateful for her understanding, and then took my daughter's little hand and said, "Let's go, today is a good day".

My daughter didn't understand what I was saying, and asked in confusion, "Is there anything good?" ”

"Absolutely. ”

"What's the matter?"

"Discover with your heart, you will know when you grow up. I smiled and deliberately sold a pass.

Kindness is like a beacon that always illuminates people's hearts and gives them some kind of encouragement and hope. I didn't stop at my feet, but I was reminiscing about the picture just now, thinking: Be kind to others, people will treat them well, presumably these two people will not be too bad luck.

There are already long queues in the queue passages separated by railings at the entrance of the station. The daughter excitedly took the ticket, chose a line, and then all kinds of curious questions popped up in her mind, and kept asking the same questions every time she used to travel. I'm in a good mood, but I'm very patient today, and I'm going to answer them one by one while moving forward.

"Mommy, what's this line on the ticket?"

"Oh, that means which train we're on. ”

"What about this?"

"It's our car number, and the seat number. ”

"And this?"

"ID number. ”

"And this. ”

"Name. ”

Time always passes quickly while chatting, and in a moment we are already at the ticket gate.

I folded my ID and ticket and handed them to the ticket inspector. The ticket counter was very high, and my daughter held the high ticket counter, stretching her neck on tiptoe and laboriously, but she still couldn't see the ticket inspector sitting inside. The ticket inspector looked at me with a serious expression, looked at the computer while observing me, carefully compared the information, and after verifying, pushed the documents and tickets out of the window in front of my eyes.

"Let's go", I took my daughter's little hand again.

"Mom, why don't I have a ticket?"

"You're following your mother. ”

"Oh, okay. Without her ticket, she seemed to be ignored and looked a little lost.

Entering the security check area, the passages separated by silver railings are zigzag like a maze. We chose a random passage and followed the people in front of us step by step. My daughter mischievously clung to the railings and tossed between them, and I was worried about trying to stop it, but I could only shake my head and sigh.

On the security checkpoint, everyone was about to be scanned, and my daughter also walked in front of the security screener, opening her arms very cooperatively. After passing, she took my hand and was very happy, "Mom, I've been checked too." "Suddenly, I realized that my child's desire to be treated as an equal was so strong.

When you come out of the security area, you will find an empty waiting hall in the middle. In the middle of the waiting hall are rows of silver seats, and on the left and right are the last ticket gates, which used to be three passages, two elevators, and one staircase, and down to the platform where the train stops.

Passing through row after row of seats, we found a place closer to the train ticket gate and sat down. Looking to the side, a row of people in the seats connected to the left and right, although they have different clothes and different faces, are holding the same thing in their hands—mobile phones, and performing the same movements—looking down at the screen and flipping the screen.

When the daughter saw this scene, like a little adult, she pursed her lips, shook a finger, and said, "Bow down!"

My daughter's expression and reaction made me laugh, but it reminded me of the previous subway incident. Although time has passed, the shadow in my heart is faintly painful again, and I can't help but quickly remind: "You must hold my hand when you get off the elevator, you know? There are many people, and there are many people dragging luggage, you are still too young, I am afraid that it will not be safe." With that, I hugged my daughter tightly in my arms and silently waited for the announcement to remind me of the ticket check. My daughter seemed to feel my emotions and nodded her head in agreement.

The anxiety of waiting usually transcends the pace of time, and my daughter has become impatient a few times, but I have been pressed by various topics to divert my attention. After a while, maybe she got up too early in the morning and walked so many miles with her, and the gradual tiredness made her quiet and lay a little drowsy in my arms.

I looked at the time and saw that there was still half an hour, so I held her on her lap and tried to make her lie down as comfortably as possible, and soon she closed her eyes.

To pass the time, I also took out my phone. As soon as I opened the screen, I saw a missed call, showing that it was like the wind. I sighed inwardly, and for a moment I had mixed feelings. After thinking about it for a while, I decided not to return his call as if I didn't see it. When I opened WeChat, there was a message from him that read: Weilan, I have arrived in Shenzhen, if you want to see me, I will reply to the message, if you don't want to see me, I should not see it at all. After 2 p.m., if I haven't seen you yet, I'll go back. Sisi's accident made me feel that time is short, I cherish our friendship, and hope that we can become good friends in the future.

After reading it, I quickly closed WeChat, and then opened my memo as if nothing happened, and clicked the edit function to write down today's feelings.

Writing is a great way to pass the time, and half an hour passes quickly. The crisp and sweet voice on the radio has begun to repeat the notification that the train we are on is being checked. I quickly woke up my sleeping daughter, who was a little dazed, but as soon as she heard that she was going to take the bus, she immediately began to jump up and down again.

Now with the development of information technology, even the ticket can be passed through the automatic ticket gate self-service ticket checking, we quickly followed the flow of people through the gate, queued up on the elevator, and then entered the corresponding carriage under the guidance of the platform conductor, and successfully found the seat.

The moment she got into the car, her daughter began to dance excitedly, with a novel light in her eyes, and kept asking: "Mom, why hasn't the car left?" Mom, why hasn't the car left?"

I kept explaining over and over again, and she always seemed to be unable to understand. When the train finally started, she had another new question: "Mom, when are we going to get home?" Mom, when are we going to get to Grandpa's house?"

The surrounding passengers listened to her innocent question and couldn't help but laugh: "The children are so cute!"

Originally, every time I took the bus, I felt that it was quite hard, but this time it seemed very different. In the past, I was in a hurry, and I basically turned a blind eye to what was happening around me, and never thought about it seriously, but today I thought about it carefully and found that there is actually a lot of kindness and beauty hidden in the details.

I discussed the scenery with my daughter all the way, and when I was tired, I closed my eyes and rested for a while, and the hours passed quickly, and at 4 o'clock in the afternoon, the radio at the station happily told us: I am home.

And just as I was taking my luggage off the luggage rack and getting ready to get out of the car, my mobile phone rang, and it was an unfamiliar number. I took a casual look, didn't care, ignored it directly, and took my daughter's hand and walked towards the door of the train.