Eating dumplings for the New Year and listening to the laughter in his ears, Cheng Hao suddenly felt that this Mercedes-Benz train, this old carriage, really looked like a home.

A home he had always longed for in the depths of his soul.

It turns out that the home really has nothing to do with how big the house you live in and how luxurious the decoration is, but what has to do with that person.

Where that person is, there is home.

Cheng Hao looked thoughtfully out of the car window and lit a cigarette, Xiao Yuan hurriedly stopped him and motioned for him to go to the smoking place connected to the carriage to smoke.

Cheng Hao stood up and found that Xiang Xiaoyuan had changed into his railway uniform and was wearing civilian clothes.

Xiao Yuan smiled: "I'm off duty! If you don't see me in uniform and mingle with you, you will definitely think that I am not doing my job!"

Cheng Hao smiled at her, walked to the smoking area, lit the cigarette, and took a slow puff.

My eyes were a little hot, and for the first time, I felt that there was a place called conscience in my heart that was touched.

Like the flickering and fleeting light outside the window, his face flickered and darkened, accompanied by the clatter of the wheels passing through the rail joints, as if it were running over his chest.

In the process of the company's development, he did not dare to guarantee that he had not owed migrant workers wages, which even became an unspoken rule in the industry for a period of time.

It's just that now the company is bigger and stronger, so this situation is almost gone.

At that time, he didn't understand what the salary of tens of thousands of yuan represented, and he was more concerned about the expansion of the business and the improvement of performance.

But today, for the first time, he felt that the "Diao Min" in the mouth of those project managers was also a living person like him.

Everyone has a family behind them, and the money is just a shirt and a pair of leather shoes for him, but for them it is a year's expectation and life.

Once upon a time, he also lived in that large courtyard, and he also saw his father wearing glasses, counting coins one by one under the dim lamp, counting the money for food and clothing every month.

But he didn't seem to remember anything.

He was like a fugitive, running wildly down the road, throwing away all the things he had with him, one by one, until he lost all his conscience and love.

It was only at this moment, on the railway line, that he saw them, and was surprised to find that they were so familiar.

It was a conscience that was once discarded by oneself and thought that it could never be found again.

He stared out the window blankly, not even noticing that the smoke burned to the point of his fingers.

Suddenly, someone slapped him on the back, and he woke up suddenly and snuffed out the cigarette in his hand.

"Did you see the fireworks?" Xiao Yuan looked at him with a grin, and Xue Cheng stood behind him.

Cheng Hao nodded, Xiao Yuan squeezed over, the three of them stood in a row, Xiao Yuan was in the middle.

It's midnight, and the city and countryside are lit up with fireworks in the black night sky.

The light was like a meteor that crossed the black velvet curtain, and it was brilliant and disappeared in an instant, and it bloomed brilliantly in the sky.

Xiaoyuan laughed happily and jumped, like a child, pointing out the window with his finger.

The train roared and pulled the light into a line, as if passing through a tunnel through time and space.

Looking at the light on Xiao Yuan's face and his eyes shining, Cheng Hao suddenly got up and shouted with Xiao Yuan.

"Look at that! It's so bright!

Xiao Yuan smiled and clapped his hands.

Cheng Hao bent down, put his head behind her shoulders, and then gently wrapped his hands around her waist.

Xiang Xiaoyuan was so excited that he didn't notice it at all.

Xue Cheng looked at the shining smile on Cheng Hao's face, watched him shout with Xiao Yuan, and then slowly retreated, standing in the dark.

He smiled, but a different kind of sour taste welled up in his heart.

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The next morning, the train arrived in Changsha.

It took a lot of effort for Xiao Yuan to get the two men out of the carriage.

Because Xiaoyuan still has to clean and clean the car, Cheng Hao is waiting for her in the waiting room.

After the crowd at the pick-up station just now passed, the waiting room was particularly deserted.

Xue Cheng, who was waiting, was about to fall asleep, so Xiao Yuan hurriedly ran over.

"Let's go to the temple fair! It's the first time I've come to Changsha!"

Xue Cheng yawned: "It's the first time I haven't washed my face or brushed my teeth!"

Xiao Yuan grimaced at him: "Who told you not to bring toiletries!"

Then she looked at her watch: "But it's only half a day, and I have to go back with the car in the afternoon!"

Cheng Hao said: "Go back, then is your flight attendant's job over?"

Xiao Yuan smiled and nodded: "Well, didn't I last year be twenty days, this year is the first twenty days!"

Cheng Hao got up and straightened his coat: "Okay, let's go to the temple fair together!"

Xue Cheng didn't sleep all night, and he couldn't sleep, but he still responded to the call and set off together.

……

The group came to the fire palace temple fair.

The flow of people here is like weaving, rubbing shoulders one after another, and the sound of boiling porridge almost bursts people's eardrums.

But everyone's faces were filled with happy smiles, and everyone dragged their families and mouths, and they were silent together in a rare reunion celebration.

"I've been wanting to try the snacks here for a long time!"

Xiao Yuan held a bowl of stinky tofu, and Cheng Hao and Xue Cheng waved their hands in fright: "There is no blessing, you can come by yourself!"

Xiang Xiaoyuan was happy, and ran to the stall of Babao Rice.

Because they were really hungry, Cheng Hao and Xue Cheng didn't care about their image, huddled together with everyone, watched the lion dance and juggling performances, chewing dumplings and pig's feet and laughing.

It's the first time I've been to this kind of place.

Although the temple fair in Beijing is also famous, they have never been there.

I always felt that it was dirty and messy, and it didn't match their identity.

But on this special day, they feel that there is a different taste, which is the taste of the New Year.

During the New Year, I am afraid that what will happen is a kind of popularity.

A peddler with a windmill came over, and just wanted to ask Cheng Hao if he wanted it, but as soon as he saw Cheng Hao's dress and the face like the Greek sculpture, he immediately walked around.

Cheng Hao couldn't help but smile bitterly.

In this circle, I am an alternative.

He watched the peddler shouting, and walked farther and farther, the windmill he was carrying turned around and made a pleasant sound, and the colored fan blades converged into five-colored dots.

A boy of four or five years old bought a windmill and happily held it in his hand and rode it on his father's shoulder.

Cheng Hao seemed to see himself as a child, and like him, he held the windmill that his father made for himself from an old wall calendar, smiling happily, and going farther and farther in time.

"Brother!" Xue Cheng saw him fluted and slapped him hard: "Where is Xiaoyuan?"

Cheng Hao only realized at this time that Xiang Xiaoyuan had disappeared.

They searched for a long time before they found her at a square table in front of a small shop.

Xiaoyuan bought three bowls of rice noodles, and dialed half of his mobile phone number, probably wanting to call them to eat.

But she sat down and fell asleep.

In the midst of such noise and noise, she actually fell asleep......