It costs three yuan per person to go from that market to Zaoyang, and another four yuan per person from Zaoyang to Xiangfan, and my parents only have twenty yuan left. However, you have already arrived at the place, so you have to ask the ticket price. So, they came to the railway station square.

When I arrived at the square, my father asked my mother to find a place to look at her luggage first, and then inquire about the fare to buy a ticket. When he finally got to the front of the line, the female conductor asked him where to go. My father said, "Wuchang." "How many tickets?" the conductor asked. "How much is one?" "Fifteen. The conductor said.

When my father heard this, he hurriedly squeezed out again.

He found my mother and said to her, "Baby, I just went to the ticket hall to inquire about the fare, and the fare to Wuchang is not enough, let alone to Nanchang." I think we have just enough money to go home now, so we might as well go home and wait for news. The mother said, "If you want to go back, you go back alone, I am just begging for food, and I have to find our baby." ”

It was noon, and most of the people in the railway station square had eaten and drunk, some were sitting in their luggage reading the newspaper, some were squatting on the ground and napping, and some were playing poker in groups there.

The entrances and exits of the ticket hall are even more bustling and endless. The restaurants not far from the square are filled with tempting aromas, and there are also snacks that sell loudly from time to time.

The father also felt hungry, so he asked his mother, "Baby, are you hungry, I'll go and inquire about the price of food, let's eat something too." "How much money do you have on you?" asked the father. "Twenty bucks. ”

"Don't ask. We have to save some flowers, otherwise how can we find our son?" "Even if we save it, this money is not enough to go to Nanchang." Besides, we're starving to death, so how can we find our son?" the mother heard her father say this, so she only promised him to go to the hotel and ask.

After a while, my father came back with a depressed face. As soon as he saw his mother, he said, "Things at the station are very expensive." I just went to see it, and a small bowl of noodles costs five yuan, which doesn't seem to be enough to squeeze between my teeth. "I said I wouldn't let you go, but that's fine. ”

"Are you hungry now?" "Not hungry." Mother said. My mother said this, but my father heard the "gurgling" sound in her stomach and persuaded her, "Why are you holding on like this? I remember you didn't make some pancakes before we left? Why don't you take them out to pad your stomach?"

My mother was going to barely hold on, but after being reminded by my father, I remembered the pancakes, so I picked them out of the bag next to me for a long time. Mother opened the newspaper with the pancakes and took one and ate it slowly. My father also stepped forward and grabbed two of them with one hand.

When he grabbed it with his other hand, he was held down by his mother: "I'll eat one, you can eat two, and you have to eat the rest of the way." When the father heard what the mother said, he withdrew his other hand. After eating the pancakes, they drank some boiling water from the pot, which was barely enough to satisfy their hunger.

They sat at the train station for a while, and the father couldn't bear it anymore, so he said to the mother: "We want the fare now, and you don't let you eat enough, but you have a way to find a baby." "I can't make a way. ”

"Yes, you can't give birth to a way, do you want me to die at the station with you?" "Death is death. Anyway, the baby may not be found, so what's the point of me living?" the mother said and cried again.

When my father saw my mother like this, he couldn't help standing up, rubbing his hands together anxiously, walking back and forth, and letting out a few long sighs from time to time. When his mother saw that his father was so uncomfortable, she reminded him: "When you were at home before, you always said that you have eighteen kinds of martial arts, why don't you take them out and use them?"

Readers know what kind of eighteen martial arts my father has? Let's put aside anything else, just talk about literature and art, my father is a versatile folk artist. We have folk tunes there, whether it is drum lyrics, flower drums, dry boat tunes, or bangzi operas, he almost learns all of them, and once he learns them, he is all proficient.

Now in the midst of the predicament, my father didn't have time to think about it, but just now after being reminded by my mother, I not only suddenly realized. I saw him slap his hand fiercely according to his heavenly spirit cover, gritted his teeth and said, "It's okay." That's fine. My father was like this, and my mother thought that he had come up with some clever plan, so she listened attentively.

My father walked in with my mother and said, "I think we might as well go and close the street, do you think it's okay?"

The mother thought for a moment and said, "Then let's try it." But, where are we going?" My father said confidently, "When I was at home, I heard that XX Mall was a famous place in Xiangfan. Most of the merchants there sell clothes, shoes and socks, and they are very rich. Let's go there. ”

After the father finished speaking, he didn't have his mother's consent, just like the people at the station inquiring about the xx shopping mall. After someone told him the detailed route, his father pulled his mother and walked towards the xx mall.

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