Fusheng Xinlan squeezed into the train, finally squeezed into the carriage, put the luggage in her hand together and stuffed it into the gap on the luggage rack, and calmed down to find a place to do it, but saw that there were people everywhere on the seats, under the seats, in the aisles, and at the links. China is a populous country, and this is prominently reflected here.

Fusheng is a man, and he can endure standing patiently, but Xinlan is a woman, and after standing for a long time, she can't stand it a little. Seeing Xinlan constantly changing postures and standing, Fusheng was a little distressed, so he took advantage of touching and accosting the nearby seat to find out if there was anyone getting off the bus nearby, in order to touch a seat early, however, Fusheng's hope was disappointed. In desperation, Fusheng had no choice but to let Xinlan take advantage of the corner of a sleeping man sitting on the edge of the aisle to relieve the pain of standing. The man who woke up moved his body in impatience, and Fusheng knew the kindness of the people, so he hurriedly thanked the smiling face, although the man didn't seem to open his eyes.

The train moved forward with a rhythmic knocking sound, and the air in the carriage was mixed with sweat and heat, and there was a sour smell of sweat. People were sitting, standing, or lying down, without a hint of agitation, trying their best to inhale the meager oxygen entrained in the turbid air. Xinlan couldn't stand it a little, she couldn't tell if it was a symptom of hypoxia or lack of water, and she felt thirsty. She didn't expect that there would be so many people on this train today. I remember that the last time it was also this train, just half a month before the Spring Festival, when I went to see my parents, there were very few people in the car that time. According to Fusheng's explanation, after the economic policy is liberalized, there should be more people going to the south and fewer people going to the west. Today, however, it is the opposite.

Xinlan hung on the corner, and it was uncomfortable for a long time. He saw Fusheng standing in the aisle, changing his posture from time to time, and knew that he was not comfortable, so he asked Fusheng to sit for a while, so that he could take the opportunity to move and quench his thirst with some water.

Fusheng didn't want to sit, he took the cup to fetch water, but found that there was no one at the link, and the air was good, so he fetched water and handed the cup to Xinlan, picked up the stack of waste newspapers and returned to the link, ready to sit on the ground and smoke a cigarette to relieve fatigue. He spread the newspaper on the ground, and just as he was about to sit down, he was attracted by the news of the return of educated youths to the city in the newspaper. Fusheng looked at it carefully, knowing that with the liberalization of economic policies and invigoration, it has been the general trend for educated youths from all over the country to return to the city, although the time and local policies are different, but it is only a matter of time.

Seeing this news, Fusheng was completely relieved, he was no longer worried about policy changes, knowing that the relocation was certain, and now he was worried about the need to solve the housing problem immediately, because when he returned to his hometown to support rural construction, his family was relocated as a whole and enjoyed the preferential policies of the state, so the housing in the unit was recycled, and after the adjustment, only a single staff dormitory was given to Lubei who stayed with Xinlan's parents. So that every time I came back to see Xinlan's parents, I either stayed at Xinlan's parents' house temporarily, or stayed in a street hotel. If it is done slowly and for a long time, I am afraid that it will not work if I live in Xinlan's mother's house, which will inevitably make Xinlan's younger siblings have opinions. However, it is not possible to stay in a hotel for a long time, it costs too much and is too much for the individual to bear. What should I do?

Fusheng's cranky thoughts didn't tell Xinlan. According to Xinlan's meaning, since he is back, he has to live at home, but Fusheng doesn't see it that way, he thinks that the time is short, the family lives together nothing, if it is long, living together will inevitably not cause conflicts, he doesn't want to offend a circle before he comes back, so he thought about it and made up his mind that if it takes a long time, he will leave Xinlan here alone, after all, this is her mother's house, it will be convenient to do anything, and the daily expenses will naturally be less. Besides, there is wheat to harvest at home, and children to take care of.

It was the second half of the night, there were fewer people getting on the bus, more people getting off the bus, and the aisles were no longer crowded. Xinlan saw that Fusheng hadn't come in for a long time, and she had been sitting in one place for too long, and she hadn't rested in the afternoon, so she felt a little tired and anxious to move her body, so she came to Fusheng with a teacup.

Fusheng had a good rest in the afternoon, didn't fall asleep, sat here and kept smoking, and his spirit was naturally very good. He saw Xinlan coming, so he looked up and asked, "Are you tired, do you want to lie down and sleep here?" ”

Xinlan said: "Tired is tired, but I can't lie down." ”

Fusheng said: "Don't worry about it, wait a while." As he spoke, Fusheng got up and went to the luggage rack to get a coat of his own, came over and spread out the folded newspapers, and spread the clothes again, so that Xinlan could lie curled up on it, and sleep with her head resting on her feet and neck.

Xinlan was lying on the floor, thinking that she could fall asleep, but the rhythmic clanging sound of the train, the cool air blowing in through the crack in the door, and the fact that the conductor opened the door back and forth made Xinlan sleepy. Helpless, she simply sat up and snuggled up to Fusheng, talking without saying a word and thinking about her thoughts, so that she felt sleepy. In a trance, I felt that the carriage was full of people who had moved back, and people talked and laughed with each other about what they had seen and heard in the countryside, and imagined the beautiful life after the relocation, all of which were full of joy. Xinlan, like them, shuttled back and forth and talked...... Suddenly, she saw Meat Horn and Lin Qing in the crowd, and a few of them also saw her Xinlan, so several people ran over and took Xinlan's hand, only complaining that Xinlan moved back and didn't shout, everyone walked together, Xinlan said while holding the hands of several people that she went to the square to find them in the morning, but she didn't see them.

Fusheng's leg was grabbed by Xinlan and hurt, and he turned his head to see Xinlan muttering in her mouth but didn't make a sound, thinking that she was having a nightmare, so he hurriedly woke her up and said, "You can really do it, you can dream on it." When Xinlan heard about it, she told Fusheng about the things in her dream.

After hearing this, Fusheng said: "It seems that if we move in the future, we can't leave quietly, we must say goodbye to our neighbors for many years before leaving!" ”

When the train arrived in Xijing on time, the sky was already bright, and the neon lights on the platform could no longer be worn in strings. People carrying large bags and small bags came to the exit gate to check their tickets, lined up out of the station one after another, and slowly disappeared into the gray streets in the noise of soliciting customers.

Fusheng Xinlan did not take the soliciting car, they knew that it was most convenient to take a bus on the way back to Xinlan's house, and at this time, there was a long queue at the bus stop not far away. Fusheng Xinlan didn't dare to slack off, and hurriedly followed the team without moving forward, and finally got on the bus, but there was no seat. The two stood in the aisle, put their luggage beside them, raised their hands and pulled the handrails above, and the car started slowly, but just as they were about to close the door, they saw a young man in a colorful shirt rushing up from under the car. Maybe he felt that Fusheng Xinlan was in his way, or maybe he disliked Fusheng Xinlan was from the countryside, but he pinched his nose with one hand, and pushed away Fusheng's hand that had not yet fallen from the handrail with the other hand, and squeezed it hard with a look of dissatisfaction. At this moment, the car suddenly accelerated, Fusheng suddenly lost his center of gravity, sat on the carton full of noodles, and flattened the box.