Chapter 77: Arrive at Qianlang County
Ru Guo didn't see the shy Qi Heng again until he got off the train, and looked at the strange and slightly dilapidated station with a sigh of relief.
There is a car next to the railway station in the western province to reach Qianlang County, which is said to be only more than 20 kilometers. Even if it's an old shuttle, an hour of swaying is enough.
Carrying the travel bag that had been a little lighter, Ru Guo sorted out the wrinkled clothes, took a deep breath, and walked in the direction of the bus station after asking the staff at the train station.
At this time, the sky is already slightly bright, and there is never a shortage of people at the train station, so there will be no danger on the road.
The bus station did not start to send out cars until seven o'clock, and it was only about six o'clock at this time, and Ruguo arrived at the bus station in less than ten minutes.
Dozens of buses were parked in front of it, and the chairs inside were all made of wood through the transparent glass windows.
The smell of gasoline was particularly strong, and the smell of this early morning made Ruguo suddenly lose his appetite.
Because she had already eaten in the car, even if she was nauseated, she could only endure it, looking at the watch on her wrist, there was still nearly half an hour before the ticket sales began, and at this time she could only find a place to nest.
Looking at the people waiting for the bus all around, Ru Guo looked at a cross road on the side of the building, on which sat a few waiting women and men, she also walked over with her bag, blew some dirt on the ground, took out a newspaper and sat down.
Ru Guo, who was bored with his chin, looked at this station that was considered a tall building, and the slogans on the white walls and green background were still red and bright, and he felt the hardships of this era in this poor western province.
The people around are not very well dressed, and those who can be neat and unpatched are considered to have a good family background, most of them still have one or two patches, and some have specially patched their knees and buttocks, just to be able to wear some of them.
Army green clothes and pants are a favorite of many people, and dresses and jeans, which are popular in Kyoto, are not very fashionable here.
It was cold in the morning, there were many old men and old ladies wearing black sheep's jackets, Ru Guo woke up suddenly, she was still wearing clothes and pants from Kyoto, thin single pants and a long-sleeved shirt, and when she got off the car, she felt slightly cool and deliberately added a thin jacket.
Turning his eyes around again, he felt very out of place. But she really didn't feel cold, and the old lady's physique was really good when she was young.
The young lads here are all dressed in thick cotton coats, but she...
When Qi Heng returned to the carriage where Ru Guo was riding again, the figure of the other party was gone, the intellectuals reading books, the bearded man and the young woman who chatted enthusiastically, and the two girls were still chatting.
He just took advantage of her squinting to check the other carriages, and found a suspicious thief and caught him and handed it to the police.
The kung fu people of this meeting are gone?
The car was almost at the station, and the person he was staring at was still in this carriage.
At this time, he didn't dare to walk around, so he could only take the opportunity to check the first few carriages, and felt melancholy after not finding any trace of the other party.
The task is important, and this girl who makes herself curious can only put it down first. Sitting at the junction of the carriage with the bag, looking at the person sitting and talking and laughing, his brows were furrowed.
Even if the train arrived at the station, Qi Heng could only use the gap to look at the floating crowd, and he couldn't find the shadow at all. And the subject of his tracking had already gotten out of the car, and he had to pretend to follow up again.
At this time, a trace of loss quietly crossed from the bottom of his heart....