These chapters are all transitional chapters and are relatively dull. Or ask a friend to give a few referral tickets----------------------------------------------------

"No, just a ticket." Zhang Qiusheng knew that if she didn't want an invoice, she could handle the accommodation fee casually, but what does this have to do with him? All he needs is a ticket for tonight. Since you don't issue an invoice, you have to add a condition: "It's okay to have a soft and hard bed." ”

The Northeast woman is refreshing: "Okay, you get the money first." ”

Several people ate in the cafeteria of the guest house, then sat in the hall and waited. Zhang Qiusheng lit a cigarette, didn't smoke it, just pinched it in his hand and played. The brothers all admired, although it cost a little more to buy tickets in this way than to buy them in the hands of scalpers, but rest assured. This is called running away monks can't run to the temple. As for the absence of an invoice,, the company is homegrown, and the meat is rotten in the pot.

It seems that even the railway guest house will not be easy to get a ticket for tonight. When Zhang Qiusheng and the others got the tickets, they were panting and sweating profusely, and told them that they had only ten minutes to leave the car.

The five men grabbed their backpacks and ran towards the station like they were burning their butts. These people are worthy of being strong in martial arts, and it didn't take them three or four minutes to get to the side of the train, just because of a short delay at the ticket gate. Seeing the green-skinned train stop on the platform like a cabbage worm, several people slowed down. Before he could catch his breath, he found that there was one person missing, and Song Nianren did not follow.

It was too late to look for it along the way, so Zhang Qiusheng and Wu Zhen invariably launched a divine sense search. Zhang Qiusheng is Song Nianren's cousin, and Wu Zhen is the leader of the group, and both of them are anxious. When is this, the train is about to leave, but at this time I find that the person is missing, can you not be in a hurry?

"Ah Ren hasn't entered the station yet, it's in the square in front of the station." Zhang Qiusheng discovered Song Nianren. "It seems to be surrounded by a few people, and I don't know what happened." Wu Zhen also found out.

Zhang Qiusheng said to Wu Zhen: "I'll go and see, you get in the car first." After saying that, he pulled his legs and ran out of the station. Wu Zhen shouted at Zhang Qiusheng's background: "Have a better temper, don't cause trouble again!" "He's grown so big, he's never so much heart like he has today.

Zhang Qiusheng ran out of the station quickly, he didn't go from the ticket gate, it was too troublesome. He ran out directly from the exit and soon came to Song Nianren's side.

It turned out that when Song Nianren ran here with the group, he saw a child with a dirty face reaching out to him to ask for money. The child was sitting on the ground, apparently with crippled legs. Song Nian's heart was full of compassion, and he took out a hundred-yuan bill and gave it to the child. If he pays a few cents, or a few yuan, or even ten yuan, it's fine. But Song Nianren had no change. When he went out, the family gave him 100 yuan bills, and he didn't spend money today, and the place where the money should be used was either paid by Wu Zhen or Zhang Qiusheng, and the 100 yuan bills had no chance to be exchanged for change.

If Song Nianren threw the money in front of the child's feet, it would be okay to chase the army by himself. But Song Nianren is a bit pedantic and thinks that everyone has personality and self-esteem. He was afraid of hurting the child's young and fragile heart, so he respectfully handed the money to the child with both hands. Then Song Nianren wanted to turn his head and go to catch the train, it was too late, and he was suddenly entangled by more than a dozen beggars who came from all sides.

A few beggars who were also children hugged Song Nianren's feet, and he was kind-hearted and couldn't bear to break these beggars with force. The situation is so deadlocked.

Zhang Qiusheng found from a distance that there was a middle-aged man on the periphery of these beggars, and it was this man who commanded the little beggars. Zhang Qiusheng's speed was very fast, from the time he saw the predicament that Song Nianren was in to the blink of an eye when he came to him. He wiped the man slightly, and there was a purse and a cloth bag in his hand.

Zhang Qiusheng opened the mouth of the cloth bag and shook it vigorously, and there was a loud bang, and countless coins and small banknotes were scattered towards the little beggars surrounding Song Nianren. The little beggars were a little stunned, and when they knew what was going on, they let go of Song Nianren and lowered their heads to grab the money. Zhang Qiusheng opened his wallet again, took out all the hundred-yuan bills inside, and threw them at the beggars along with the wallet.

Lan Yingying's hundred-dollar bill caused a riot. Zhang Qiusheng took the opportunity to pull Song Nianren and ran. Fortunately, there were no trains entering the station at this time, and there was no flow of people out of the station, and the two of them ran towards platform 3 as fast as the wind.

Just arrived at platform 3 and the train had already started. Wu Zhen and Sun Buwu beckoned to them at two adjacent windows. One of the good things about the green train is that the windows can be opened. If it was replaced by an air-conditioned train later, and the windows could not be opened, then Zhang Qiusheng and Song Nianren would simply give up and stop chasing the train.

The train has just started, but there are more than a dozen cars separated by it. Zhang Qiusheng pulled Song Nianren to run desperately, and the railway employees who were standing next to the train to see off the train stopped this behavior of chasing the train. Unfortunately, Zhang Qiusheng's speed was too fast and too slippery, and several people didn't stop their madness.

The railway employees who blocked them were duty-oriented, while some of the people who drove the battery luggage carts, pushed the carts and sold all kinds of small goods, and other idle people shouted and cheered for them. It fully reflects the boldness of the Northeast gentlemen.

Not only the people on the platform, but also the people sitting in the train, saw Zhang Qiusheng and the two running fast, and they also opened the window and stretched out their heads to cheer for them loudly. It's a pity that they can only be seen by the cars that have been chased, otherwise they can be picked up at their windows.

Finally caught up with his carriage, Zhang Qiusheng first threw Song Nianren's backpack into the window, then grabbed Song Nianren's collar with one hand and grabbed the waist of his pants with the other, ran a few steps and threw Song Nianren to the window with a shout. Song Nianren was fired into the carriage like a cannonball, and there were Wu traces inside, and Song Nianren entered the carriage unscathed.

Song Nianren entered the train, and Zhang Qiusheng felt relaxed. Like a triple jump, he strode and stride, throwing his backpack at the window in the third stride, and then the man followed the pack into the carriage like an arrow.

Li Mantun had just taken the backpack that had been shot in, but he didn't expect Zhang Qiusheng to follow the bag and shoot in, grabbing the edge of the two-layer bed on both sides with both hands and stopping in the middle of the two bunks.

Li Mantun shouted: "Damn, why did you come in with the bag?" It scared me a lot. "That's what I said, but I still admire it in my heart, not everyone can do this action. Li Mantun secretly thought to himself, he could barely do it, but he was by no means as relaxed and chic as Zhang Qiusheng.

Wu Zhen, Sun Buwu, and Song Nianren came over from the bed next door and asked what was going on. Zhang Qiusheng said that Song Nianren was ambushed by the beggar gang. That middle-aged man is the head of this group of children, and maybe there is a bigger head on top of this middle-aged man. They don't care if you're kind or not, and they don't care if you catch the train or not.

Will the actions of these beggars hurt social compassion? Zhang Qiusheng didn't know how to answer this question, Song Nianren. How many of the various sectors in this society are not short-term behaviors and only care about immediate interests? The love of good people has been hurt so much that no one dares to help the old man when he falls to the ground, no one dares to send him home when the child is lost, and no one in charity is willing to donate. People are all soaking in a big dye vat hurting each other and not getting help from each other. How do you sue Song Nianren and Wu Zhen?

Zhang Qiusheng didn't want to be a prophet, let alone tell them that he was from the 21st century. In fact, the current Zhang Qiusheng has gradually forgotten the events of his previous life and has completely integrated into this era. What is said here is that Zhang Qiusheng's mentality has completely entered a normal middle school student, and the misfortunes of his previous life are as clean as possible. But it doesn't mean that all the major social events that happened in the previous life have been forgotten.

The train announcement said that the lights would be turned off soon, so please hurry up and go to bed.

If you can fall asleep at any time and anywhere, and you can wake up immediately when you sense a crisis, an excellent warrior can do it, let alone these five people who practice martial arts. After listening to the radio, several people immediately went to their own beds, and after a while, they fell asleep.

I felt that after not sleeping for a while, the radio sounded, saying that Harbin had arrived, and passengers were asked to take their luggage and prepare to get off the bus. Zhang Qiusheng looked at his watch, it was only half past two in the morning. Everyone began to complain, knowing that it was better to charter a van than just such a little road, and it also saved the toss in Changchun.

Sun Buwu took the opportunity to attack Li Mantun: "We can't figure out the extenuating circumstances, Lao Li, you are from the Northeast, you can't figure it out?" caused us to toss blindly, and spent money in vain. Li Mantun replied: "Damn, what about the three northeastern provinces." Can you figure out all the provinces around your hometown? Besides, I've never taken a train from Changchun to Harbin, so how do I know? ”

When I inquired at the Harbin Railway Station, the earliest train to Heihe was more than seven o'clock.

This situation is the most annoying. Only four hours in a hotel is too cost-effective, and although the five people are all rich, they are not losers. Shopping? Where to go in the middle of the night? How do you stay up for a long night?

The five of them found a corner in the waiting room and sat down. Zhang Qiusheng took out a cigarette, lit it and smoked it. Wu Zhen also asked for one. Smoking when people are bored is indeed a way to kill time.

Sun Buwu ran to the station commissary to buy a few packs of melon seeds, and a few who didn't smoke ate melon seeds. The five of them smoked, ate melon seeds, farted and chatted to mix time.

Two men in their thirties and forties sat down next to Zhang Qiusheng, one of them was bare in the middle of his head, and there was not a single hair in the middle of his head, but the surrounding was dense and black, looked at Zhang Qiusheng and Wu Zhen and said, "Ho, the little boss is rich, smoke China." ”

Zhang Qiusheng stared at his head and didn't answer. Another very thin man said to Zhang Qiusheng: "Don't look at his head, he has a bright hall in his head, called the Mediterranean." Zhang Qiusheng was thinking just now that this head shape seems to have a name, but he can't remember it for a while. Now that I heard this thin man say this, I really remembered it. Yes, it's called the Mediterranean.

Mediterranean and the thin man accosted Zhang Qiusheng, asking them where they were going, what they were doing, and so on. Zhang Qiusheng answered one by one, this is not a secret, nor is it a shameful thing.

The conversation took place in a cordial and friendly atmosphere, and each other was greeted with cigarettes and fires.