8:30 a.m. train.

When Meng Shi arrived in Hezhou, it was almost five o'clock in the afternoon.

Carrying your luggage, go down the wide staircase and follow the flow of people to the exit.

The station is a very interesting place, coming from the south, going north, the elderly, children, youth, middle-aged, going home, going out, visiting relatives, visiting friends, farewell, greeting, life has all kinds of things.

If he had time, Meng Shi would not be annoyed to stay in the waiting room all day.

Looking up at the signs, there is a taxi service to the left.

"Yangshan North Road Passenger Transport Center, thank you."

You also need to change trains three times to get to the village.

First take a taxi from the train station to the short bus station, then take a bus from the city to the town for 30 yuan, and finally take a village bus from the town for 5 yuan to your doorstep.

This home refers to grandpa's house.

If you go back to your own home, you will also be there for your mother, you only need to buy another stop when you buy a ticket, get off at Yangjiang train station, and you can take the bus directly to your home by the station.

It was quick to get from the train station to the bus station.

The driver stopped the car about 200 meters away from the bus station, turned back to Meng Shi who was sitting in the back seat and said, "Please go ahead, there are too many people there to park." ”

"How much?" Meng Shi took out his mobile phone, and the person leaned forward and scanned the QR code in front of him.

Scanned the code and paid 11 yuan, a starting price of 10 yuan, and a fuel surcharge of 1 yuan.

Get off the bus to make sure you don't leave anything in the car, close the door, and walk towards the passenger center.

"A ticket to Qingshui, no insurance."

"One goes to Qingshui, don't need insurance, 33 yuan."

The girl who sold the ticket didn't look very old, but her expression was numb like an emotionless ticketing machine.

She repeated Meng Shi's words in her mouth, and at the same time her hand tapped twice on the keyboard, and a ticket with red letters spit out from the printer.

Meng Shi paid 33.

I haven't come back for more than two years, and the ticket has increased by three dollars.

Put the three bags you are carrying and the three bags you are carrying in your hand on the conveyor belt of the baggage inspection machine.

Take the bag back from the conveyor track at the other end, and simply don't carry it, anyway, you can get on the car directly twenty meters ahead.

This kind of short-distance bus, no time and frequency, is more convenient than the bus, unless you point to the back, otherwise there is almost no need to wait.

Meng Shi was carrying a computer bag and guitar in one hand and a handbag containing clothes in the other, and found a bus with the words "Hezhou-Yangjiang-Qingshui" written on the front window where the vehicle was parked.

"Master, did this car drive first?"

Meng Shi shouted to the driver in the car, and the car in front of him just drove away.

"Put your luggage here."

The driver got out of the car and lifted the body between the front and rear tires, and motioned for Meng Shi to put the things he was carrying in his hand.

Meng Shi's tote bag and guitar bag are not small.

The luggage rack on the bus is very small, and at most you can only fit a small bag, not even a backpack bag.

Meng Shi put the bag containing the clothes into the luggage rack opened by the driver.

Then he raised the hand holding the guitar and the computer bag and shook it, and said with a smile, "I'll take these two, the computer and the piano, it's bad and distressed." ”

In the latter words, Meng Shi said it in his hometown dialect, and almost all the drivers of the line from Kaihezhou to Qingshui were from Qingshui Town.

"You're taking up too much space, too."

The driver was a middle-aged man in his fifties, and he waved his hand at Meng Shi, probably hungry, so his tone was not very good.

"I'm sorry, if it's full, I'll just hold it."

Meng Shi knew that it was basically impossible to fill the train every ten minutes, and no one could stop him from carrying valuables with him, and the bus did not stipulate how much luggage could only be brought on board like an airplane.

But after all, as long as the space in the car is so large, the more things you bring will naturally encroach on other people's space, so Meng Shi's attitude is in place.

However, Meng Shi switched the dialect back to Mandarin.

The driver who lowered his head to light a cigarette squinted at Meng Shi, who was smiling at him, and then lowered his head again, he stretched out his other hand to protect the lighter as a windproof, and said vaguely: "Sit in the last row." ”

"Thank you, master, it's really troublesome."

What is the attitude and tone of the other party, Meng Shi doesn't care, just do a good job on your side.

Get on the bus to the last row.

In front of the bus is a double row of seats on both sides of the middle aisle.

And the last row is five seats connected together.

Meng Shi put the guitar by the window, and then sat next to it.

Sure enough, as Meng Shi expected, the car was not full.

It wasn't until the time of departure that he was finally excluded, and no one else came.

The car slowly drove out of the station.

The position of the last row is the most bumpy place in the whole bus, not to mention the braking, even the subtle acceleration and deceleration can be clearly felt in the last row.

Therefore, it is best for people who will get motion sickness to sit in the front or in the middle.

Meng Shi has not slept since last night.

He originally thought that he would be able to sleep on the train after an all-nighter, but he didn't expect that not only was he not sleepy, but his spirit was more excited than usual.

It's a bit of a feeling like I used to surf the Internet all night and be in great spirits the next day.

But now sitting in the last row of the bus, swaying, he finally felt a little sleepy, so Meng Shi closed his eyes and leaned his head on the guitar next to him.

In a daze, the car braked suddenly, and Meng Shi woke up.

I felt like I had slept for a long time, and I looked out the window, but found that the bus had not left the city yet.

Looking up at the time on the rearview mirror in front of the bus, it turned out that only ten minutes had passed.

No wonder the conductor didn't come to check the tickets.

This kind of bus not only has to check the ticket when you buy a ticket to enter the station, but there is also a conductor on the bus who will check the ticket again.

Because this train is not direct, after getting off the highway, there will be several towns along the way, and the fares in these places are different, in order to prevent people from buying the nearest ticket and getting off at the farthest station, so there will be a conductor on the bus.

And on this section of the road from the city to the highway, when you encounter a person who is beckoning to take a ride, the driver will stop, and such a person will not issue a ticket.

The brake that woke Meng Shi up just now was that someone was going to get into the car.

Meng Shi took a look at the current situation in the car and found that when he fell asleep, except for the last row, all the other seats in the car were full.

It seems that there are a lot of people on the road, no wonder it took more than ten minutes to drive here.

Meng Shi stared at the car door, thinking secretly in his heart, there are still four seats that must not be full.

The door opened, and only one person came up.

It's a girl.

Blue slim jeans framed her shapely calves, and a white T-shirt was printed with a Pikachu.

It is estimated that the driver's position was not parked just now, and she trotted for a while, so Pikachu smiled happily as she gasped softly.

The delicate and straight bridge of the nose is a little thin, but it is just right with moisturized and shiny lips.

She wears a black baseball cap on her head, and her eyes are hidden in the shadow of the hat.

The hair was not draped down from the brim of the hat, it should have been tied in a ponytail.

After calming her breath slightly, the girl looked up and began to find a place.

"Back." The aunt who sold the ticket stretched out her hand and pointed to the back.

The girl subconsciously followed her fingers to look back, and then looked at her Meng Shi with four eyes.

The eyes are bright and clear, like spring water.

Meng Shi didn't take his eyes off and squeezed a smile at her.

To appreciate beautiful things, be calm.

The girl looked away, then sat down on the other side by the window.

Although beautiful women can make people feel happy, Meng Shi has no intention of accosting him.

Meng Shi rested his head on the guitar bag again, and then took the headphones out of the backpack.

The voice from the headphones is soft and lazy, like a cat stretching its body in the afternoon sun.

The corners of people's mouths rise unconsciously.

It's a feeling where the sun is just right, the mountains are full of flowers, and the girl is running barefoot on the soft grass and looking back at you with a big smile.

Meng Shi tried to find an analogy with a female singer in his memory, but unfortunately he didn't.

Then, Meng Shi felt someone gently poke him on the shoulder.

Meng Shi opened his eyes and subconsciously removed the earphones on one side.

"Meng Shi?"

The bright-eyed girl, who didn't know when she sat down next to him, spit out two words uncertainly.

She looked at Meng Shi's expression, and got the answer without waiting for Meng Shi to speak.

Then she showed a bright smile with two shallow pear vortices.