They walked out of the lower alley, turned a few more intersections, and came to the edge of two railroad tracks. As far as the eye can see, the two rails are like two black straight lines leading into the distance, as if they can lead to the horizon, and the sleepers pressed under the rails are neatly arranged one after another, as if there is no end.

There are small trees and unnamed weeds growing on both sides of the tracks, which make "whoosh" sounds from time to time in the breeze.

My parents walked step by step on the sleepers, not knowing where they were or how long the tracks were. There were cars passing by on the tracks, some behind them, some in front of them, and when they passed by, there was always a gust of wind that made people shiver.

They walked along the railroad tracks for about half an hour, and my mother, feeling tired, happened to see an old sleeper in front of her, so she sat down.

As soon as her mother sat down, her father said to her, "You can sit there and rest first." I'll tell you something: I see the rails now and I feel a little hopeful. Let's go along the tracks all the way to see if we can meet a station or something, and then see if there are any kind people, maybe we can take the train for free. ”

The mother said, "How can there be such a good thing in taking a free car?" "As the saying goes, 'There must be a road before the car reaches the mountain.'" The father comforted the mother. "Then let's go now. "Aren't you going to rest?" "Rest? "But my ass hasn't touched the ground yet. "That's a big man, what's like a woman like me?" said my mother to my father. When the father heard this, he silently followed the mother along the two railroad tracks.

They had been about a mile away, and suddenly the two narrow railroad tracks disappeared, and what appeared in front of them was one after the other. They intersect and entangle like a group of snakes, some twisting and turning, some straight forward, and some have a large X-shaped piece of iron in the middle, which looks dazzling.

In the middle of the many railroad tracks was a three- or four-foot-high cement platform with a small bungalow on top. On both sides of the tracks are residential buildings, some two or three stories high, some four or five stories high, and some with only one floor.

My father searched hard to find the two railroad tracks that he and my mother had walked on. It turned out that they had blended into the many railroad tracks.

When my father saw this, he was inspired and said to his mother excitedly: "Baby, you see there are so many railroad tracks here, it must be a station, let's sit here and see if we can meet any good things?" The mother nodded in agreement.

At this time, a mutilated moon hangs in the air. The station was grayish-yellow in the moonlight, and the surrounding scenery looked less clear. From time to time, the train Katakata passes by on the tracks, and from time to time the train stops.

My parents were just sitting on a beam on the edge of the railroad tracks, ready to squint for a moment, when they heard a shrill car honking. I saw a train passing on two railroad tracks about three or four meters away from them.

From afar, you can see that its "two eyes" shine with intense light. The light was getting closer and closer, and soon the green locomotive was visible.

With a few more car honks, the train slowed down and finally stopped. My parents were in the middle of the train.

The mother had to close her eyes because she was hungry, but the father stared at the truck curiously.

Suddenly, he saw something moving on a carriage. I saw that the thing was swarthy, and he got out of the carriage, poked his head out to look around, and then grabbed the deadbolt on the top of the carriage and moved down.

A few seconds later, the thing had descended under the carriage. When my father looked at it again, it turned out to be a man with a burden. "What is this man doing here, how did he get out of these carriages?" thought to my father, seeing that from time to time people climbed down from time to time in the other carriages.

When the men got out of the car, they looked around as well, and then got up and left.

Driven by curiosity, my father decided to go up and find out. So, he half-bent over, carefully stepping over the railroad tracks in front of him and approaching the train station.

However, he stood there and waited for a long time without seeing a single person get out of the car again. My father regretted it. He felt that the people who got out of the car just now must be his saviors, and he felt that from them he must know some ways to take the truck.

If that happens, he and his mother can get out of their current predicament. However, he lost this rare opportunity because of hesitation. As soon as my father regretted it and was angry, he squatted on the side of the train, covered his face with his hands and began to feel pain.

Suddenly, through the gap between his fingers, he saw a short, fat man coming out of the third carriage on his left.

My father didn't want to lose this opportunity again, so he hurriedly took three steps and two steps to meet him.

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