(a)

Before it was completely dark, we hurried back to the nameless station. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

I sat on the platform waiting chair at the small station.

A bright street lamp shone on me and my luggage.

On a chair not far from me, there was another young man waiting for the bus.

He looked about your age, wore a normal tracksuit, and his pants and sleeves were similarly covered in mud.

His luggage was very simple, except for a small cloth bag in his hand, only a rectangular painting clip on his back.

He looked at me sitting alone on the bench of the small station, and felt curious, and from time to time cast his eyes in this direction.

I felt his gaze, and I looked over to him from time to time.

We looked at each other, but didn't talk.

With a small cloth bag in your hand, you walk back from the other side of the platform over the two tracks.

You're constantly rotating holding it in two hands as if it's hot.

You hurriedly put the little cloth bag on the chair. You rub your hands together, and they look red from the heat.

You say, "I asked, the car is on time." We could arrive in the early hours of the morning. ”

You rub your hands together for a while, and then you open the cloth bag, and there are five or six hard-boiled eggs in it.

You say, "Very few people come here, and nothing is sold." I walked for a while and only found this one. Still waiting for it to be cooked. ”

Then, you take one, knock one open, and start peeling the shell.

I'm going to reach for one.

You say, "Wait." It's hot. This is the one that is peeled for you. I will fill my stomach first, get in the car and then buy a boxed lunch. ”

When I started eating that egg, you were looking for travel cups in your own sports bag.

You say, "There's boiling water in the station dispatch room, I'll get some." ”

When you stand up, you see another person sitting not far away.

(b)

You smile at him, and he smiles at you.

Then you say, "Wait for the bus?" Also the 8 o'clock trip? ”

He said, "yes." Waiting. However, my car is after 9 o'clock. ”

You say, "You don't have anything to eat." Seeing that your luggage is so simple, you must not have brought your own dry food. It took me a lot of trouble to get this egg. ”

Then you take the little cloth bag, walk over to him, and say to him, "You can also eat two mats." ”

When he hesitates, you say, "Do you have a cup?" I'll bring you some boiling water. ”

He smiled and pulled a glass of water out of his pocket.

(c)

Now, the three of us are sitting in chairs together, eating eggs, drinking water, and chatting.

To be precise, it's mostly the two of you chatting and I'm listening.

You always have a natural ability to draw others to your side in a friendly way.

From your chat, I know that he is a propaganda officer in a town government in a neighboring county. He is a college student from out of town, and he has only been working in this place for less than a year. He is an art lover and likes to paint gouache paintings, and he heard that the rape flowers here bloom in spring, and the scenery is beautiful, so he came to sketch alone during his vacation. There aren't many people in the town, and you can't find a few who like to draw. He had to come alone, and he didn't find a companion.

He said that when he saw the sea of flowers appear on the train, he was immediately fascinated by the sea of flowers, and then he painted in the rape field all day. He had forgotten about eating.

As he spoke, he opened his painting folder and showed us his work.

He had a very fruitful day, drawing about 10 pictures and cutting different landscapes from different angles.

I hear you compliment him on his color handling and painting technique.

Sounds like you're speaking professionally. I had a strong curiosity in my heart: Could it be that the instructor can also draw?

How much more do you have than I know yet?

I follow your gaze and admire his clips together. Fine arts was one of the worst classes I learned. I'm very bad at drawing, but the appreciation is okay.

He paints beautifully, and the natural beauty of the fields, the flow of light, and the pastoral mood of the Orient are all vividly expressed between the light colors and sparse and light lines, as if the picture can convey the unique atmosphere of spring fields.

He looks at me and asks, "This little girl is your sister, right?" Are you here to visit relatives in the countryside? Or, like me, come here to see the rape flowers? ”

His questioning was actually quite ordinary, nothing special.

However, your face suddenly changed a little.

Your expression is like a slap in the face to someone.

You froze for a moment. You are stunned and forget to answer.

I noticed your silence, I looked at your somewhat trance-like expression and gently kicked you with my toes.

You didn't respond. So I had to answer for you in order not to be rude: "Yes." We also came to see the rape flowers here. ”

When you hear my voice, you wake up and get out of that trance.

Everything is normal again. You start talking again, and the propaganda officer doesn't notice anything.

But I know you've been a little absent-minded since then.

What touched you in the communications officer's question?

Which word would it be?

I wondered in my mind, but I didn't have a clue.

(iv)

At 7:50 a.m., we heard the roar of the locomotive on time. Then you can see the bright headlights shining directly on the platform.

The staff at the station picked up the traffic light and began to stand on the yellow line of the platform.

You say, "Pack your luggage, I'll go to the police station and get the rest of the stuff out." ”

You were careful not to say that we were going to pick up the guns stored at the police station.

Looking at your back as you left in a hurry, the officer said to me, "Your brother is so kind to you and takes care of you so well. ”

I smiled and nodded. I said, "He's fine." ”

The officer looked at me and said, "Well, you don't look alike." ”

I smiled and said, "Yes." ”

He explained himself: "Maybe one is like dad and the other is like mom. ”

I quickly nodded.

I thought to myself, "It would be nice if I really had a brother like you." ”

(5)

When we got on the train, the officer waved goodbye to us on the platform, as if he were a friend who had come to see us off.

We waved goodbye to him. We watched as his figure grew smaller and smaller, and like the lights on the platform, he quickly disappeared into the night.

According to the rules, after you get on the train, let me guard my luggage, and you carry your guns to the train conductor and the police to go through the formalities of carrying guns and store guns and ammunition. In general, in situations like ours, the conductor will try to get us a sleeper for safety reasons.

As you pass by the washroom in the car, you can't help but pause in front of the mirror at the washroom.

I'm watching you from afar.

You're looking at yourself in the mirror, and you seem to be trying to see through the vast white fog in your heart. You have a confused look on your face.

A wave of pity welled up in my heart.

I'd love to help you, but don't know how I can really help you. (To be continued.) )