Yan Huan'er is like this, turning her head and looking around, looking east and west. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

When I see the old man laughing, I hear the child crying, I see the young man running, I see the couple hugging, some people are angry, some people are laughing, some people are in a daze, and some people are sleeping.

In life, a waiting room is enough.

watched a group of people leave in a hurry, and a group of people came in in a hurry. The sound of the station's radio was drowned out by the buzz of people in the lobby.

Yan Huan'er was afraid that she would miss it, so she listened to the radio with her ears pricked up very intently.

Although it is a VIP waiting area, it is not much different from the hall, but the chairs are soft, and people are slightly more comfortable to sit on. The location is also a little less, not so many people. But here the same air, the same bad smell.

There is no electronic screen in the waiting room, every time the train is departed, the ticket checker at the door will hold a loudspeaker and shout, what what train arrived, everyone swarmed to the ticket gate, and some people were asking where it had arrived.

The ticket inspectors replied weakly, and the words were very brief: "arrived", "ticket", "did not arrive", "waited".

Yan Huan'er kept looking at her phone, always feeling that the waiting time was so long.

Finally, there were only fifteen minutes before the departure time, but the ticket inspector had not yet broadcast, and Yan Huan'er was a little anxious.

She stood up and ran over to ask, and the ticket inspector told her without raising her head while punching holes in the tickets for the passing passengers: "It's late, it's not there." ”

Yan Huan'er had to go back and wait, but her seat was occupied by a fat aunt. The suitcase was moved to the side, and another pile of luggage had been piled up in its original place.

The fat aunt's face seemed to be sweating, and after looking at Yan Huan'er, she turned her eyes to the other side.

The aunt who was eating instant noodles next to her had already left, and now there was a different grandmother sitting there.

Yan Huan'er had no choice but to take her suitcase and slowly walked to the ticket gate, where there was already a long queue of people.

Yan Huan'er was afraid that she was in the wrong line, so she hesitated for a while, and after looking for a long time, she found an aunt who looked relatively warm and began to inquire, is this the train to C? Is it a bus at 9:45?

In this way, Yan Huan'er asked several people back and forth, and finally got a positive answer, she settled down and went to the back of the line.

This time, Yan Huan'er will take the initiative to ask for directions, in such a crowded place, she seems to have learned a very important thing in her life all of a sudden, and she will ask for directions.

It turns out that there are some things that you can learn inadvertently, and those things that seem small can become very important things in your life.

For example, the trivial matter of asking for directions.

In life, we will encounter countless intersections, we have to take countless roads, and every time we reach a fork in the road, do we really ask for directions?

When faced with choices, when we are faced with giving up, when we are faced with difficulties, when we are faced with harvest, do we really ask for directions?

Finally, the horn of the ticket inspector was heard, and the line began to move. Yan Huan'er looked before and after, it turned out that so many people took this train, and they were all going home.

Yan Huan'er thought that she still had so many fellow villagers to go back together. This silly girl, don't you know that there will be people who get off the bus along the way?

After passing the ticket gate, Yan Huan'er looked for platform 8, and where she saw the most people going, she followed. After walking through the passage and going down the stairs again, Yan Huan'er struggled to hold the suitcase and went down the stairs "empty".

This platform is a bit old, and there is no ramp for the four wheels of the suitcase to slide.

After going down the stairs, I finally saw platform 8, and the crowd of people who had arrived early had already crowded on the platform in clusters in the east and west. Yan Huan'er didn't dare to get too close to the side of the platform, so she followed the team, thinking about it, she asked several people again, and made sure that it was going to Czhou, and then she exhaled.

As she was queuing in the waiting area, she heard a few people in front of her speaking her native dialect, and she followed them after leaving the ticket gate. She always felt that if she spoke her hometown, she must have gone back to her hometown, and that's what she thought.

Therefore, when those people ran very fast, Yan Huan'er chased after them very quickly. I chased it until I got to the top of platform 8 before I knew what it looked like to catch my breath.

Yan Huan'er stood in the team and listened to those people laughing loudly, and slowly laughed herself. People in my hometown always talk like this.

The train finally roared forward, bringing up a strong wind and surging momentum. The platform personnel blew small whistles and waved flags, telling people to step back, back down.

There was a little fluctuation in the team, and Yan Huan'er was squeezed to the back again.

The train stopped, the small door finally opened, and the people inside rushed out, and the people outside looked anxious, and some of the train doors were congested for a while.

I heard someone scolding: "Fuck your mother, what are you squeezing, you haven't gotten down yet." ”

This is the return of Hokkien people from other places.

I heard the people who got on the bus shouting: "Zha (Gayin) Zha Zha, you Zongsheng, go up." ”

The native scolding of the hometown, this is the person who went home.

Yan Huan'er looked at these lively and unprovoked people in the crowd, and a wave of happiness actually rose in her heart.

It turns out that it is also very fun to be crowded in a crowd. What a vivid expression on people's faces.

Yan Huan'er checked the ticket, got on the bus, and began to look for her seat.

The narrow aisles were crowded with people, and it was hard to even move around. The person who had just gotten into the car was holding his head up and placing his large bag, and the person who was about to pass was standing behind this person and waiting. When the man had put the bags away, the team began to move forward again, and after a while, it stopped again, and someone was putting bags again.

Fortunately, everyone is understanding, only a few people muttered a few times, and did not cause the ticket buying incident.

Yan Huan'er was like this, walking a few steps, stopping, walking a few steps, and stopping again, only until the car shook a little and began to run forward, she hadn't found her train car yet.

The ticket was tightly dragged by Yan Huan'er, for fear that she would accidentally lose it, but this was the ticket that she got in exchange for a bloody nose. Thinking of this back door, Yan Huan'er was still a little happy in her heart. The standard Ah Q mentality.

Stopping and stopping all the way, I finally found my sleeping car. When Yan Huan'er entered, almost all the sleeping assistants on the upper and lower floors were occupied, and only the top one on the left was still empty.

Yan Huan'er was right again, the numbers were the same, and she finally arrived safely.

There are men and women in the carriage, and the lower assistant on the right is a couple, and the middle position is vacant, and the two people are sitting in the lower assistant and talking about the short words of the family, and this woman is actually wearing cotton pajamas. On the left is a middle-aged man, sitting cross-legged in a shop looking at his phone.

Yan Huan'er was a little surprised in her heart, why didn't she distinguish between men and women?

This stupid girl thought it was a school dormitory.

Yan Huan'er tried to lift her suitcase to Shangfu, but she didn't succeed the first time, it was too tall for her to reach. Just as she was about to try it for the second time, the middle-aged man from the next assistant stood up and helped her carry her up.

Yan Huan'er smiled and said thank you several times, the middle-aged man shook his hand, didn't reply, and sat back to his assistant.

took off her shoes, and Yan Huan'er climbed up. When I sat in the auxiliary seat, I felt like the top of my head was about to be next to the ceiling.

Yan Huan'er put down the plastic bag in her hand, lay down, and finally could let out a long breath. In thirty-one hours, I can see my mother and go back to my room.

The train is running forward smoothly, and if it stops, it will also be gedenged, and people will follow Gedden. Outside the car window, it is not mountains or fields. Occasionally, I saw a farmer working in it, followed by a big cow.

One moment the train passes through a tunnel, and the eyes are full of darkness, and the next moment it is bright, and the sun is shining out the window. The scenery outside the window flies backwards one by one, and what greets you is a kind of cycle repeatedly.

Time is here, and there is a trance of stars shifting. Yan Huan'er lay on her auxiliary seat and looked at it blankly for a long time.

The train shook all the way, some like waves on the sea, and some like the cradle of childhood, Yan Huan'er slowly fell asleep in this shaking.