The train kept moving forward in the rumbling moment, looking at the scenery flying by outside the window, Masaki watched his hometown get farther and farther away.

Look at the time, it's only nine o'clock, and it will take eight hours to arrive, Zhengji is bored fiddling with the guitar case, at that time, the train seats can seat three people in a row, he is sitting by the window, next to him seems to be sitting a female college student, all the time looking through the books in his hand, and near the corridor sits a man dressed as a migrant worker, some old clothes, holding a package tightly in his hand, swaying and napping. Opposite him sat a young man in his twenties, dressed in some fancy clothes, giving people the feeling of being unreliable and thief-eyed. Next to him sat a middle-aged woman and an old man.

Time on the train is very slow, in 98 years mobile phones are still a luxury for people, unlike later generations on the train to pass the time, so people at that time did not want to go out of the country today do not communicate with each other, immersed in the virtual world, the train is more by chatting and playing games to pass the time.

After a while, the young man opposite Zhengji took the lead in answering the question: "Beauty, what are you reading, where are you going?"

The girl looked up at each other, did not speak, and looked down again.

The young man didn't feel embarrassed, and continued: "I'll go to Helan, where is your home? It's so boring on the train, let's talk."

Masaki looked at this scene with a smile, and his face couldn't be too thin.

The girl finally couldn't be silent, so she had to raise her head and say lightly: "Go to Yanjing, my home is in Yanjing."

At this time, the young man on the other side seemed to be encouraged to be even more out of control, and kept making high-minded statements, saying how good Yanjing was, and saying that he would go to Yanjing to fight hard in the future.

The girl also had no choice but to have a stubble without a match, looking impatient but embarrassed to interrupt.

Zhengji watched this scene lightly from the side, without saying a word.

After a while, the girl's eyes seemed to be attracted by the silent Zhengji, and she turned her head to look at Zhengji's guitar case, since she couldn't read quietly, it was better to simply find a pleasant chat to divert the topic of the young man opposite.

Masaki didn't expect to be accosted by others, and said, "Well, it's a little."

The girl's interest seems to be getting stronger: "I'm from the music department of Beijing University, where are you going?"

"Oh"? Masaki became a little interested, "I'm also going to Beijing, and I'm going to participate in a music audition."

The two found a common topic, you said, I said, and they talked, but the young man who was hanging aside opposite was a little angry, and couldn't help but interrupt: "Playing the piano?

Masaki glanced at him lightly, not wanting to cause trouble, as if he hadn't heard it and didn't pick it up.

The girl next to her couldn't help it: "What kind of drama, we are art, what you know will hurt people."

The young man saw that the woman was angry, and he was embarrassed to answer again, so he glanced at the two of them stupidly, and went to the smoking area to smoke.

After a while, he saw the young man come back with two decks of cards, dismantled the cards, took out three of them, and said to the five people sitting around, "It's okay to be idle, let's play a game."

The four people around him also had nothing to do, and they were uncomfortable, and when they saw the young man talking about playing games, they responded one after another, leaning over and preparing to play with the man.

The young man selected three of the cards, showed one of the hearts to the crowd, and then turned over all the cards at lightning speed, and quickly changed the position of the three cards, and after a few changes, he said to the crowd: "Which card do you say is the tip of the heart?"

A few people hesitated, each chose one, the young man flopped, there were actually two people who chose the right one, he rolled his eyes, and said: "It's not interesting to play like this, it's not exciting at all, or let's bet something."

After the young man finished speaking, everyone looked at each other, and the woman next to him seemed to be more shrewd, so she said that she went to the toilet and left for an excuse. However, the peasant workers and the old man and the schoolgirl were not alert at all, and continued to wait for the young man's follow-up.

The young man smiled and said: "Small gambling pleasure, big gambling hurts the body, let's just bet at will, you bet money, and finally choose the right one, I will give you the size of the money you bet accordingly, if you are wrong, then I am embarrassed that the money will belong to me." After speaking, he looked at a few people with a smile.

The three of them looked at each other, thinking that it was not up to them to decide whether to bet more or less, so they agreed to do nothing.

The first hand, several people are more careful, pressed less than five yuan, after the young man put the cards in place, they actually chose the right, the young man was unlucky to give the money to the three, the next few handfuls, the young man is also more than lose and win less. The few people next to him tasted the sweetness, and they let go more and more each time.

So that now, the female student actually bet fifty, and the migrant worker and the old man actually pressed one hundred, Zhengji looked at this well-known deception in the later world, he reminded the three of them to play something else, and they refused without hesitation, and the young man glared at him, since this is the case, he didn't want to cause trouble, so he watched quietly, thinking about what is the best of both worlds.

Sure enough, in the next few handfuls, a few people lost more and more, and the young people had already returned to their roots, but the few people who were confused by interests didn't notice it at all, or they didn't want to stop, and wanted to return to their roots or earn more. Scammers often take advantage of people's psychology, making people lose money step by step but still want to return to their roots, and later regret it.

Finally, when the migrant workers took out the money, they found that their wallets were already empty, and the old man and the woman next to him also found that they had not much money. When the young man saw that it was almost there, he also received it: "Okay, okay, my hands are so tired, let's play here today."

The migrant worker sitting on the edge of the corridor wanted to cry without tears, his hands trembled, his eyes were red, his lips trembled, and finally, a thousand words converged into a whimper, and he lay on his knees with his hands on his head and sobbed in a low voice. The old man on the side also had straight eyes, as if he was also reacting to something now, and he didn't say a word. The girl next to Masaki didn't know what to do, just a moment ago, she lost her living expenses for several months, and she trembled her shoulders and regretted, and her beautiful eyes almost wanted to breathe fire.

Masaki looked at the scene in front of him and sighed, this is the price of human desire, if a few people see a good thing and accept it, it won't be like now, if they can stop it in time, they won't lose more and more. Looking at the miserable appearance of the migrant worker and the helpless expression of the girl next to him, he couldn't be indifferent.

At this time, it was noon, and the sunlight passed through the car window, sprinkled on Masaki's face, shaking his eyes, and he took out a pair of sunglasses from his bag, which was the only way to cover his eyes if he used them urgently, so he bought a pair at the optician, and now it came in handy.

The young man on the opposite side saw Masaki put on sunglasses, thinking that he was dazzling by the sun, and he was not surprised, the moment Masaki put on his glasses, his pupils were hooked, and he slowly rotated, he took out the money that his mother brought him from his bag, counted seven or eight old man's heads, and inadvertently glanced up at the young man, and found that he was also looking at his own money, and swallowed his saliva, sure enough, people's desires will not be satisfied, as long as he is still greedy for money, then he still has a way to help the three of them win back.

Masaki raised his head and said, "Seeing that you guys are having so much fun, it looks very simple, I want to try it too, is it okay?" ”

The young man glanced at Masaki carefully, feeling that he was not very old, he was still a student, and he didn't refute it when he said that he was playing, so he let go of most of his heart, and said: "My hands are numb after playing for a long time, if you want to play, then at least five hundred and one games."

When the three people around saw it, they were taken aback, and hurriedly wanted to dissuade Masaki, although they suffered a loss, they didn't want to see Masaki, a young student, follow their old path. When Zhengji heard this, he was agreeing with him, the money was bigger, and he could help them win it back quickly. Without waiting for a few people to dissuade him, he agreed.

The young man thought of the hundreds that he was going to get again, and he was enthusiastic about playing cards, completely ignoring the curvature of the corners of Masaji's mouth, in front of his eyes, all deceptive methods would be hidden, and the young man thought that he was very skilled in the eyes of Masaki as if in slow motion.

"I'll bet on the middle" Zhengji waited for him to put the cards and said without hesitation, the young man was stunned, and reluctantly turned over the cards, sure enough, it was the tip of hearts, sighed and took out five hundred to give Zhengji. He thought that this was political discipline, and this was a blind cat encountering a dead mouse, so he didn't take it seriously.

As a result, he lost 2,000 yuan after a while, and the young man's breathing became obviously short, and he threw out 3,000 yuan at once, and said to Zhengji: "The last hand, all pressure, dare or not, decide the winner at one time."

Zhengji naturally followed his wishes, and without a trace of hesitation, he also bet three thousand. The young man trembled and placed the cards, and soon, Zhengji chose the target, and at the moment when Zhengji pointed to the cards, the young man trembled, his eyes wandered, and he stretched out his hand and said: "Are you sure it's this one?

Just as the young man put his hand on the card and was about to turn it over, Masaki looked cold, grabbed the young man's hand, and the young man jumped up as if he had been stepped on his tail and shouted: "What are you doing, the flop is not good"?

Masaki didn't let go at all, he turned the young man's hand over hard, there was a heart tip in his palm, and the three cards under the table were opened by the female student and found that there was no heart tip, obviously, everything was self-evident.

"Okay, you liar, pay me back, the migrant worker who has been paying attention to this side suddenly broke out, punched the liar in the face, and wanted to continue, but was stopped by the people around him, the liar felt that the nose was sour, salty, spicy, and full of flavors, and he threw off everyone and ran to another carriage.

Zhengji didn't stop it, he took out his share of the money he won, and then put the rest in the hands of the female students, "This person is obviously a liar, you eat a trench and grow wise, don't participate in this kind of game in the future, divide the money, pay attention next time." After that, he sat in his seat and closed his eyes to recuperate, and opened his writing wheel for half an hour, and he was also a little tired.

The girl looked at him gratefully, holding the money in her hand and not knowing whether to take it, Masaki closed her eyes and knew her entanglement: "Divide it, you can take as much as you have been deceived, he is cheating money, and it is not legal for me to win this money, it belongs to stolen goods, only the goods are returned to the original owner."

The other two sufferers who were watching from the side were also grateful, and after the three of them got back their own money, the atmosphere turned out to be more warm, people are like this, and the relationship is often closer after the common tribulation, talking to each other, and thanking the political discipline is endless.

"Little brother, thank you, this money is my entanglement to go to Yanjing to work, if it weren't for you, I don't know how to live in Yanjing, you are equivalent to saving my life, what help do you need in the future, don't say anything else, I can do my best." The migrant worker's surname is Huang, called Huangshi, and he is a kind person at first glance.

"Young man, there are not many people like you these days, my surname is Qi, Qi Huaguo, old man, this time I went to Yanjing to see my children, if you have time, you will come to the old man, I will treat you well" The old man also said.

A few people, you and I said a word, got acquainted, and discussed the human geography of Beijing. And the female student Wang Fang is also very appreciative of political discipline, and interjects from time to time.

Time always flies quickly in happy times, "Dear passengers, the next stop is Yanjing Railway Station, please be ready for passengers who are ready to get off in Yanjing". In a burst of melodious female voices, Masaki and the others knew that their end was coming.

He and the others packed their luggage and moved slowly together like the door of the car, ready to get out of the car. At the same time that Zhengji arrived in Yanjing, Du Xiaokang in Xincheng had already sat down in a KFC. "Why do you say that Zhengji can't come?" An Ran asked as he looked at Du Xiaokang, a hint of disappointment flashed in his eyes.

"Well, I called him last night and he told me that he went to Yanjing and left today, and I heard him say that he seemed to be going to some kind of interview and he wanted to be a singer," Du Xiaokang said.

"To be a singer? really, Lao Zheng actually wants to be a singer?" Wu Yuan said in disbelief.

"Listening to him say it's true, isn't Lao Zheng singing very good, anyway, his interest is not in learning, try the road of singing, maybe he can succeed" Du Xiaokang thought about it and said.

"Well, yes, I heard Lao Zheng sing once before, don't say it, it's really good" Yuan Sha's eyes lit up on the side, and he thought of the voice of Zhengji when he sang in the past. “

No matter, I hope Lao Zheng can succeed, and if he becomes a big singer by then, we will be able to follow him to eat and drink spicy", Li Fei said with a smile.

An Ran sat on the side, silent, and didn't know what to think.

Everyone is talking about Zhengji's trip, and Zhengji at this time has already walked out of the train station.

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