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At the back of the No. 14 carriage, next to the toilet window, sat a slender woman with long hair, dressed in black and cool from head to toe, as if the refrigerator she was working on had been pulled apart.

What's even stranger is that she always looks out the window and doesn't move.

No one knows when she got into the car? I didn't see anyone interacting with her in any way.

To the entire carriage, she was like air, present but just invisible.

I noticed her in the toilet last night, and the next few times I passed by saw her in the same position, like a wax figure posed there.

I could still feel it, and of course she knew I was paying attention to her. But I never got to see her face hidden under her long hair.

Several times I tried to look through the reflection of the glass windows of the train, but failed.

At the moment, I'm wearing blue running shoes and carrying a denim backpack with a somewhat torn corner, and I'm standing in the train aisle without any sleepiness.

Looking out the window at the fields and villages that are rapidly falling backwards, the railroad occasionally passes by, and a few small trees with crooked necks scattered around.

There is more than 1 hour to arrive at the station, I still need to take another 2 yuan public bus to Chengdong Station, from there spend 8 yuan to transfer the urban and rural bus to Tuojiang Town, after getting off the bus, the road can only rely on both feet.

My name is Miao Ge, a sophomore at Capital Y University, from a place called Jinxitan deep in the mountains of Xiangxi.

It is a remote village with only about 40 households and a total population of less than 200 people, and the nearest township has nearly 30 kilometers of rugged and winding mountain roads.

There are no signs on the map, and outsiders will not even want to find a place without a local guide to guide them.

When you think of Xiangxi, you may first think of chasing corpses, witch cups or bandits.

Before the liberation, Xiangxi left the impression on most people that it was indeed such a mysterious barbarian.

For me, Xiangxi means more complex emotions, and there is no way to express them in words or words!

I was born and raised in Si, and my life trajectory when I was young did not exceed a radius of 50 miles from Jinxitan, until I finished junior high school, and then I went to Phoenix City to attend a key high school.

I haven't seen or known my biological father since I was a child? What kind of person is he?

I haven't seen my mother since I was 10 years old, and I still don't know where she is. Are you still alive?

The only relative in the family is the lonely grandmother.

I desperately tried my best to go to university in other places, and worked hard to earn money in my spare time, just so that one day I could take my grandmother out of here and let her live with me.

So, this is the first time I have come home during the summer vacation since I went to high school in the county seat, instead of choosing to stay outside to work and earn money.

Because one afternoon a month ago, I was studying in the school library when I suddenly received the phone call from Liu Jingjing.

Liu Jingjing was my high school classmate, and she had a good relationship at school, probably because she was also an orphan.

She was originally from Liubo Township, and when she was very young, her parents passed away in a car accident, and she has been living at her grandmother's house in Liaojiaqiao.

In the third year of high school, I was admitted to a university in Beijing, but she failed to make the list, and because of the inconvenience of communication, we gradually lost contact.

Liu Jingjing didn't have a mobile phone, and she didn't have a phone at home, she called me from a public phone in Tuojiang Town, and she cried and spoke incoherently on the phone, and it took me a long time to finally figure out what was going on.

She has been repeating her studies for two years, and this time she will not be able to get into the university she wants to go to, so she plans to go to Shenzhen to work.

But at the juncture, her aunt, who had been supporting her mentally and materially, suddenly fell ill.

At first, he was just silent, had little appetite to eat, and gradually became emaciated.

Later, he became chattering, did not have contact with outsiders, and from time to time he was alone and talked to himself.

Later, it became more serious, often not sleeping in the middle of the night, sitting in bed and crying and screaming outside the window. It is rumored in the village that her aunt was fascinated by the fox that became a spirit in the mountains, and she lost her mind.

Although Liu Jingjing was not admitted to university, she was also a person who had gone to high school, and she had repeated her studies for two years.

But her grandfather and grandmother didn't think so, they passed through many people, and still found my grandmother who was still in Tuojiang Town, doing odd jobs everywhere to earn some firewood, rice, oil and salt money.

Grandma wanted to refuse, thinking that she would find an excuse to push the person who entrusted her, and this matter would be avoided.

Who would have thought that Liu Jingjing's grandparents for their youngest daughter, an old man in her 60s, took one of the few cured fish and bacon in the family on crutches and saved them for a few months that she was not willing to eat.

Grandma couldn't think of a reason to refuse, so she helped divinate a few hexagrams, although the hexagram was strange, but there was no clue.

During the chat, I learned that Liu Jingjing was also in high school in Phoenix, and she was still my classmate.

So, my grandmother gave my mobile phone number to Liu Jingjing and asked her to call me and ask if she would like to come back to help?

I think my grandmother is mainly because I stayed in school to work during the Spring Festival, and she hasn't seen me for a year and a half, so I think I miss it very much.

The train slowly entered the station, and many people went to Phoenix Ancient City and got off at this station.

There was a commotion in the carriage, I shifted my steps and stood aside, and I couldn't help but sweep back to the strange woman, the seat was empty, and there was no long hair in black?

I stood on tiptoe and glanced back and forth in the carriage a few times, but I didn't see anyone like this at all, and I couldn't help but wonder if it was just another dream of mine.

I took a public bus around the city, and as soon as I entered Chengdong Station, I saw a bus in the direction of Tuojiang River preparing to depart.

I didn't say a word and went straight up, and asked the driver in the local dialect, "Pay the ticket on the bus?" ”

The driver nodded, "Let's find a place to sit down first." So I went to the back and chose a window seat.

It may be because it is still early, there are still a lot of empty seats on the bus, or it may be specially reserved for people who get on the bus outside the station.

If you get on the train outside the station, all the money for their tickets will go into the driver's pocket, and they don't need to share it with the station.

The bus drove out of Chengdong Station, turned two corners, pulled over from time to time, and sure enough, people got on the bus one after another.

Of course, it is cheaper to pay for the ticket on the train than to buy a ticket at the station, but there is no official ticket, only a handwritten certificate from the driver, which the locals have long been accustomed to and everyone knows.

Occasionally, passengers who don't understand the rules ask questions, and the driver glares at them, and they all obediently shut up.

After making up the ticket, the driver sat back in the driver's seat, the road in the township was not very smooth, and the more you went to the mountainous area, the more bumpy it became.

The bus swayed and drove forward, and the traffic was finally normal.

I didn't sleep much on the train, so I started to fall asleep a little as I swayed.

I put the denim backpack on the side of the window, leaning half of my body against it, and resting my head on it.

Well, of course, this position is for a more comfortable nap......