Let's not talk about the unlucky third prince, let's talk about the buns that went to the provincial capital to find medicine.

On the train to the provincial capital, Baozi was squeezed by the crowd at the intersection of the two carriages, and his feet were almost off the ground. The bun can only breathe through the gap in the joint, breathing in the fresh air outside the car. The air inside the carriage was cloudy, and the floor was full of cigarette butts and phlegm. In the 80s with the rise of electric railways, this kind of green car pulled by the head of the steam locomotive was generally used as a "commuter car" between the provincial capital and the suburbs of the county, and was commonly known as "Xiaobangdang". There is a bus every morning and evening, the journey is short, the speed is slow, but the ticket is cheap. People who live in suburban counties and work in provincial capitals are crowded into this bus, so it is overcrowded every day. After running for a long time, commuting passengers have become old fritters, fare evasion has become commonplace, many people steal the special three-edged key for the train, and the train opens the door and jumps when it slows down into the station. In order to avoid forcing people to die, and the law does not blame the public, the conductor slowly did not bother to check the ticket, and even did not bother to clean it, and the car smelled of white wine instant noodles and feces every day. Over time, Xiao Bang has a lot of dirty cars.

It's a paradise for bad guys. There are many hooligans in the car, and there are also many pickpockets. A small razor blade between two fingers could not withstand no matter how thick the clothes were. Two fourteen or fifteen-year-old pickpockets delicately unwrapped the baggage of a woman holding a child, and threw the handkerchief to the man sitting in the seat, who handed it to another big man in a leather jacket, and in the blink of an eye the money changed three owners. Baozi's eyes were bright and he witnessed the whole process of the incident, but Huang Xian secretly told him that when he was out of the house, more things were better than less, so he endured it and didn't care.

When the conductor came over, Baozi tugged at the corner of the conductor's coat and pouted him. The conductor didn't answer, and shuttled through the crowd like a fish, saying as he walked, "Take care of your belongings, take care of them, don't lose them!" "It's equivalent to calling the police to everyone. There are no police officers in this kind of car, and there are many thieves, so there is so much that the conductor can do. The two big boys also saw the buns, walked over with their heads stalked, smiled coldly, and walked into the other carriage as if nothing happened.

Suddenly, the two of them stopped next to an old man reading a newspaper, one of them bent his arm on the back of the seat, covering everyone's eyes, and one pretended to squat down to tie his shoes, and at the same time put his hand into the old man's pocket, and looked back at the bun defiantly while taking it, and smiled slightly, as if to say, "What can you do with me?" ”

The bun holding his arm kept staring coldly at the two pickpockets, and the two pickpockets were stared at, but they were not cowardly at all, and they looked at the buns with their eyes, which can be described as extremely arrogant. The electric light of the eyes of both sides touched together, entangled and sparked. In the Northeast, men often fight because of each other's provocative eyes, not to mention two gangsters who have been in the society for a long time, under the premise of the big brother behind them, see a twelve-year-old child provocative in their eyes, this is pure looking for a fight.

The big man came over with his body dangling first, and the wallet in his hand was not transferred, so he held it in his hand, which is a taboo for pickpockets. But where can adolescent doll pickpockets abide by the rules of the old grandfathers, this can be regarded as a bar. The big man didn't speak, and when he was a meter away from the bun, he suddenly reached out and grabbed the bun's hair. Anyone who has ever fought in a group knows that once the hair is caught, everything will be passive next. Baozi didn't dodge back, but a half-squat, dodged the hand grabbing the hair, and quickly threw a straight punch, and the spinning fist hit the big man's stomach hard, and the kid fell to his knees holding his stomach. Seeing this, the little man reached out and took out a switchblade and stabbed at the bun. The train exploded, and although it was crowded, it really miraculously gave way to a space the size of a monkey arena for fighting. The bun turned sideways, flashed the blade that stabbed straight over, grabbed the wrist of the opponent holding the knife with one hand, and slammed it inward, and a "goose head take" (anti-joint control of the enemy) made the little man groan, and the sharp pain spread along the arm to the brain, and the dagger fell to the ground. The bun brought the little man to the side, and the other arm quickly bent into an angle, and hit the little man's jaw hard with his elbow, only to hear a click, and his jaw was out of place.

The two pickpockets fell down and stood up again, their faces covered with cigarette butts and thick phlegm, and the audience applauded. Baozi didn't speak, picked up the knife and threw it out of the window, returning the wallet to the old man who had not yet recovered his mind.

At this time, two more adult men sprang out, and they were the two who had dumped the stolen goods just now. The leather jacket man hooked his fist at the first level, and hit the bun cheek with a fist, the bun was flexible, not retreating but advancing, taking advantage of a gold wire to wrap his hand, his arm pushed away the approaching fist, and wrapped the opponent's arm tightly under his armpit, the two were already face to face, the bun didn't give each other a chance, and hit the nose of the man in the leather jacket with his forehead, and the man suddenly squatted on the ground with his bloody nose. The other man in a coat didn't dare to move, but just said, "Little cub, you are too wide, aren't you afraid that you won't be able to get out of the train station?" ”

Baozi didn't even look at him, kicked back, and the man in the coat also fell down while covering his crotch, and in a blink of an eye, there were four lying on the ground. Baozi squatted and searched his body, turned out the handkerchief bag he had just stolen, and returned it to the woman holding the child. A commuter opened the train door with a private key, and everyone dodged a road, laughing and pointing to the roadbed that was speeding by, and the four thieves certainly knew what it meant, so they had to endure the pain and jump out of the car and go away.

That's the end of it.

Walking out of the train station, Baozi looked around, the road of the city is wide and straight, but it is not kind. There were neon billboards everywhere, and Baozi came to a state-run guest house and took out the zero ticket that the cabbage flower got from the donation box, "Auntie, I want accommodation." The woman who was snorting melon seeds glanced at the buns, "Unit? Individual? ”

"Individual", "Personal does not accept", "Then the unit", "If you have a unit, you can't just have money, a letter of introduction. ”

"Who introduced you?"

"Oh, Huang Zumao."

"Get out!"

Bun was kicked out. He went to a state-run restaurant to eat again, and was told that "although the reform and opening up, the store needs to collect food stamps at the same time", he was kicked out again, and at this time, the roadside stall also finished work, and the buns walked on the street hungry. With no food, no drink, and no place to live, he felt that he was a clown in this strange and prosperous place, a clown who didn't understand anything and was made fun of everywhere.

Opposite the railway station is a large square, in the center of which stands a tall and majestic monument to the liberation of the northeast by the Soviet army. A Yak-3 fighter jet on the top of the monument is about to fly. Under the monument, benches are filled with homeless beggars and accompanying family members who can't find beds in hospitals.

Baozi couldn't even find a bench, rolled up his coat on the steps under the monument, got in, and although the air leaked on all sides, he could still sleep. At the end of October in the Northeast, it was already frosty, and after a while, the snot that came out of the buns was also frozen.

In a trance, I saw a pair of feet wearing really good pants standing in front of me, and when I looked up, it was the old man on the train. This man is not much more decent than himself, with unkempt gray hair, a white-washed and indeed good tunic suit, two pens hanging from his jacket pockets, an army-green schoolbag on his back, and a flatbread in his hand, which is also cracked by freezing, "Child, eat".

Baozi hadn't eaten a bite of food since he climbed out of the sinkhole, and he was not polite when he saw the flatbread, so he chewed it in a big gulp, choking and stretching his neck. The old man smiled, and took out a thermos cup from behind him, "The water is still warm, you drink some." ”

"Let me ask you, what are you doing in the provincial capital alone?" The old man asked.

"Oh, find medicine, save grandma," Baozi said as he ate.

"You helped me just now, and I don't have anything to repay you, I'll take you to the People's Hospital, okay?" The old man said.

"No, just tell me how to get around Normal University."

"Why are you going to Normal University, the school hospital there is of average level, or do you have acquaintances?"

"It's not an acquaintance, Lao Huang told me that there is a professor there who knows everything, and he has a way to save grandma."

The old man thought thoughtfully, "Okay, you just follow me." ”

Baozi got up to pack his luggage rolls, and asked as he cleaned up, "Grandpa, ah no, uncle, what do I call you?" ”

The old man smiled, "My surname is Zhang, Zhang Lijiang." ”

"What's that weird name, what does that mean?"

"That's what it means to leave Xinjiang, the implementation of the policy in the eighties, we have returned to our original posts from Xinjiang farming, alas, when we left, we were black-haired guys, and when we came back, we were already old men in sixtieth century."

"So that's the name you just called, what's your original name?"

"You kid, you weren't sent by the police station, are you? Hehe, my original name was Zhang Jinjiang. After saying that, the old man's face became serious, and his eyes looked straight ahead.