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Qingqing and I hurriedly boarded a northbound train, waved goodbye to Zheng Xiumin and Xiao Shao outside the window, and sat down in our seats.

The train was not very crowded, and after the salute was placed, I began to look at the passengers nearby, and I saw a young junior sitting opposite me, wearing headphones and listening intently, and muttering a few words to himself from time to time. Opposite Qingqing was a middle-aged fat man with a flat head, who swept over the two of us with a pair of detached eyes.

The smell of instant noodles came from the side of the aisle, mixed with the smell of sweat from passengers, which was the most familiar smell in my university dormitory, and Qingqing frowned and was about to switch seats with me.

She sat down in the window seat, opened the window a crack, and a hot wind blew in, and I hurriedly said to her, "You have had surgery on your head, you can't blow the wind!" ”

Qingqing put on her sunhat and responded, "It's okay, this wind can't blow my head!" ”

I moved into a seat in the aisle, next to a family of three, the man was eating instant noodles, the woman was shaking a fan for her daughter who was resting on the desk, and the man was facing them.

The men were different, by the window was a backpacker with a baseball cap, and among them was a thin man, who was very thin in body and face, with a dog's fat beard, and a pair of mung bean eyes swept over the various passengers in the carriage, and next to him was a strong man with a beard.

This guy's eyes are a little arrogant, and I hurriedly avoid his direct gaze.

The fat man sitting across from me asked in Cantonese, "Dude, where are you going?" ”

I hurriedly replied: "Go back to your hometown in Luoyang!" ”

The young man next to him looked at me and closed his eyes again.

Qingqing leaned on the carriage, looked out the window, and said, "I miss my parents and sister a little, in fact, we should go back to my house!" ”

Pan Gui once reminded me to take Qingqing back to his hometown when I had time, but because I couldn't spare time, I didn't go.

At noon, the attendant came over to sell fast food with a food truck, and I asked Qingqing if she wanted one, but she shook her head and refused.

I opened the snacks sent by Zheng Xiumin, and found that there were two apples and a roast chicken in it, so I tore it open and asked the two people on the other side to use it together, the fat man waved his hand and declined, but the young man next to him took off the earphones, tore off a piece of chicken and chewed it quickly, and then said: "The taste is a little light, but it has not deteriorated, you can eat it with confidence!" ”

There was also a bag of bread and two bottles of mineral water in the snack bag, Qingqing ate bread and drank mineral water. I thought that it would not take a day to get from Wuhan to Luoyang, and the things on the train were expensive, so I tried to minimize shopping.

When I was in college, I used to take the train a lot, and I couldn't be too wary of the passengers in the car, and I couldn't be unguarded, because people are separated from each other.

When the train arrived at Xinyang Station, a group of migrant workers in tattered clothes came up, and they quickly occupied the aisle.

The dog oil beard on the opposite side took the opportunity to go to the toilet and said to one of the old men: "Tomorrow is the Midyear Festival, but you have left your hometown, where are you going to make a fortune?" ”

As soon as I heard the words "Midyear Festival", I was immediately attracted.

"Dog Oil" claims to be a half-immortal, and everyone he has instructed will have everything going well, the salary is high, and the boss will not be in arrears of wages.

These migrant workers were obviously attracted by his last sentence, and immediately Daoming was going to Xi'an to work, and asked him for guidance, but he made a gesture to count the money.

"How much does it cost for Daxian to point out once?" The fat man sitting across from us asked, and "Dog Oil" replied: "It varies from person to person, some are free, some are only 100 yuan, some are 10,000 yuan, if you want to ask me for advice, you will get 100,000!" ”

The fat man immediately laughed, shook his head, and said, "Your guidance is not worth 100,000!" ”

"Dog Oil Hu" was not angry, and said to these migrant workers: "If this immortal does not show his hand, you must not believe in the mana of this immortal!" ”

He turned to me and pointed at me and said, "This little brother got on the bus from Wuhan, and he has never known me in his life, but I can tell his experience and clear road!" He deliberately accentuated the last two words.

With a dismissive expression, I looked at Qingqing, who rested her head on my shoulder and wanted to rest.

"This little brother is not an ordinary person, and the beauty next to him is not a layman, the two of them are fleeing for their lives, right?"

I was surprised when I heard this, and hurriedly scolded: "What nonsense are you talking about, we are going home!" ”

The other party smiled slightly and continued: "Both of them have escaped from the underworld, why are they still afraid of the living? ”

He obviously saw who I was, but for the safety of me and Qingqing, I flatly denied it.

These migrant workers began to coax, and "Dog Oil Hu" read: "The ghost door is open on July 14, the king of Hades does not care about the hundred ghosts, the gentleman is unscrupulous and the villain is cowardly, who goes and who stays is up to me to guess." ”

This guy looked around at everyone with a bald head, wearing a black cloth sweatshirt, and holding a paper fan in his hand, and suddenly said, "Do you think that we are the only living people in the train?" ”

The fat man responded: "Could it be that there are ghosts in the car?" ”

Everyone burst into laughter, and the "dog oil beard" returned to his seat angrily, opened the oiled paper fan and fanned himself, and I saw that the fan was painted with Zhong Kui's painting of catching ghosts.

The other party also cast a look of pity at me.

I didn't pay attention to him, even though he was right, but on the wrong occasion.

Outside the car window was a river, and I saw a person throwing paper money along the river, and the midyear festival had really arrived.

When the car arrived in Zhengzhou, it was already more than 11 o'clock at night, so we arrived in Luoyang at 3 o'clock at night, if we couldn't get a taxi, we had to stay in the waiting room until dawn.

From the conversations of these people, I learned that almost all of them went to Xi'an, and this family of three went to Xi'an to see a doctor for their daughter, and after learning that I was also a doctor, the man asked me to treat his daughter first.

For this reason, he also asked his daughter-in-law to change seats with me.

I took the girl's wrist, and the "dog oil beard" on the opposite side warned me: "You have the ability to snatch your girlfriend's soul back from the hands of the little ghost, so do you have the ability to snatch people from the hands of Lord Yama?" ”

The big man sitting next to him scolded: "In the middle of the night, don't talk about these scary things, although I'm not afraid!" ”

The girl's pulse was weak, like a peck, and then she looked at her pale face and severe night sweats, which should be a heart and brain disease, a cranial neurasthenia caused by the heart supply tribe, and brain tissue necrosis.

But this disease is not easy to treat, and Chinese medicine slowly regulates it, and maybe it may get better.

I withdrew my hand and said slowly, "Are you taking your daughter to Xi'an to see Western medicine or Chinese medicine?" ”

The other party replied: "I went to see a brain expert who combines traditional Chinese and Western medicine, it is said that this old expert is still from the army and has seen a doctor for the chief?" ”

I said frankly: "I know an authentic old military doctor, who is also a brain expert, who works in Luoyang 150 Hospital, and often goes to our hospital for consultation." ”

The other party was a little worried, but a middle-aged man who had just gotten on the train from Zhengzhou Station asked me in Mandarin: "You are also a doctor, I have some chest tightness, can you give me some acupuncture, the money is easy to say!" ”

I returned to my seat, took out my satchel, took out my acupuncture bag, and the young man opposite immediately motioned to me not to move.

He said to the middle-aged man: "You have chest tightness and shortness of breath, you should ask this half-immortal for guidance, you are spiritual!" ”

This middle-aged man has a flat head, and there is a hint of sharpness in his eyes, which seems to be able to penetrate my mind.

"I don't believe in pretending to be a ghost, I only believe in science!" The other party walked up to me, stared at me with deep eyes, and said slowly, "Isn't it, Doctor Yuan?" ”

When I was surprised, the young man on the other side whispered, "Don't move, or I'll do it first!" ”

The middle-aged man pulled out an amethyst from inside the silk undershirt and asked, "Do you believe in psychics?" ”