In November, it is not a year, nor a festival, and Luohe Station is not as flooded as it was during the Spring Festival, but it is not deserted.

There was no sun in the sky, but there was no intention of rain, and the sky was half-bright and half-dark.

I stood in the middle of the Luohe Station Square in Nuoda, and I didn't know where to go for a while.

As the most important transportation hub center of Shen'an, Luohe Station is a long-distance bus terminal in the east, adjacent to Luohe Port in the south, people from different countries and regions enter Shen'an from Hong Kong through Luohe Port, every ten minutes, there will be a black crowd of people like a cloud of black smoke pouring out from the customs gate, and then slowly disperse in the square. To the north is the Yangshen high-speed railway station and long-distance railway stations leading to all parts of the country, and there are 24-hour taxis underground, and Metro Line 1 that can go directly to Xin'an Airport. People come and go in the square, people of different colors, different nationalities, different languages, different ages, different occupations, different heights, postures, and different expressions are endless. Some people come in, some people leave the station, and some people are just hanging out. The air above the square is buzzing, in addition to the surrounding traffic, there are pick-up greetings, there are farewell farewells, there are high-minded people talking about political affairs, there are gossips, there are also whispering love words, people want to listen to it, don't want to listen to it, the most ear-grinding is the sound of the wheels of the trolley box rubbing against the ground. There are countless trolley suitcases, high-end designer boxes, cheap miscellaneous boxes, leather, canvas, plastic, and mixed materials, all kinds of flowers and greens, all kinds of dazzling, and the one I dragged in my hand was particularly special.

For six years, I found nothing in the cold international metropolis of Shen'an, a silver-gray plastic trolley box when I came, and this trolley box when I left, the only difference is that the original four brand new rubber wheels are now only three of the slag residue, and the one that fell was thrown into the garbage bin on the left side of the No. 3 gate of Xin'an Airport.

During non-peak passenger periods, the station does not require the time of entering the station hall, as long as it is a valid ticket of the day, you can let in at any time. But when I entered the station to check the ticket, the ticket inspector with a square face and a small goat's whisker on his chin still unfolded a suspicious face to me, held my ticket in his hand, and asked me in the tone of a police interrogator: "Liu Qingqiu, right?" ”

"Yes!" I smiled and nodded. My name is Liu Qingqiu, and I was born 26 years ago on August 15, during the Mid-Autumn Festival, and my family called me 15. Our old Liu family has been burning pottery for generations, and the names given by our fathers are also related to ceramics: in the genealogy, my grandfather is called Liu Dayao; Grandpa's name is Liu Dapan; And my father's name is Liu Dawan; My father's younger brother, that is, my uncle, is called Liu Erwan; My aunt's name is Liu Xiaowan, and I am the only exception in the family. It is said that my parents were old and daughters, and they regarded me like a baby, and in order to give me a nice name, my father gave a set of high-quality blue and white porcelain at the bottom of the box to the elementary school teacher who named me. I had nothing to do and thought about it, if I really wanted to follow the tradition of the old Liu family, my name might be Liu Xiaobei, or Liu Xiaoscoop, which is actually not bad.

"Your ticket for 4:35 p.m. is not yet 9 o'clock, why are you here so early?"

"There's nothing to do." I reflexively tugged at the corners of my mouth. Growing up, I was trained to respond to situations like I didn't want to respond but had to, and I've gotten better in recent years, and sometimes I couldn't tell if I was really laughing, or just raising the corners of my mouth with a smile. However, I really have nothing to do, although it has been six years, whether it is the city of Shen'an or the people in this city, I am still as strange as when I came.

Little Goatbeard obviously didn't believe me, how could a normal person sit stupidly on a hard bench at a station for seven or eight hours? His small eyes narrowed into two almost invisible touches, examining me from head to toe, and then staring at my cheap trolley box with only three wheels on the conveyor belt for a while, probably thinking that I owe money to someone, and I was chased by a debt collector with nowhere to hide, so I bought a ticket and hid in the station. After all, this kind of thing has not happened before. He stood on tiptoe and glanced at the rear of the team not far away, and made sure that no one was chasing after him, so he reluctantly let me go. I haven't learned other skills over the years, but my face has become thicker and thicker, no matter what kind of eyes the security personnel look at me, I am calm and not uncomfortable at all.

Maybe it's still early, there are less than 100 people sitting scattered in the waiting hall on the second floor, there are families sitting in warm rows, and there are groups of partners returning home together; There are young couples like me, and there are also lonely and bored people like me, so I chose a no-man's corner to sit down.

The little goat must not be wrong, normal people really don't sit stupidly in the station for a day, but I am not a normal person in the eyes of many people: in my hometown of Taozhen, I am an executioner who comes from the mouth of a fortune teller "wearing an iron hat and iron shackles on my feet", a bad star that has not been met in a century, and the blind fortune teller asserts that I am not yet six years old, and my parents are dead. Unfortunately, both of my parents really left before I was six years old. Although I feel very wronged, I am an "old girl", my parents gave birth to me when I was nearly seventy years old, even without me, with the medical level and conditions of that era, they are all about to leave, but the neighbors do not think so, they believe in the blind man's nonsense, they all regard me as a broom star, and the people around me rely on me for whatever happens. But what can I do? You still have to live your life, don't you? - Laughing. I laughed too much, and they called me crazy, which made me confused, and I didn't know whether to laugh or not.

Luckily, I have three older brothers who were adopted before my parents gave birth to me. The eldest brother's name is Dalong, his personality is Muna, he can't say a few words all day long, and he stutters when he is in a hurry; The second brother is called Erhu, and he is impatient, like a cannon fight, just one point; The third brother is said to have been born under the Jiudong Bridge in Tao Town, named Sanqiao, the third brother is smart, good at learning, and is humble and polite to everyone. After my parents passed away, my three older brothers raised me in the palm of their hands, but they were not quite the same as ordinary brothers, they always let me and follow me, as long as it was what I wanted to do, they never said a word "no".

On weekends, I often sit alone on the stone bench downstairs in the community, a whole day of sitting, the community security guards have changed one after another, each look at me is weird, there is a white and clean little security guard who shrank when he sees me, that look is afraid that I will eat him alive; Just two and a half months ago, I sat alone at Pier 39 in San Francisco, USA, without eating or drinking, listening to a bunch of sea lions stretching their necks and singing for ten hours in self-absorption, until the next day, my ears were still haunted by the babbling of sea lions.

Sometimes I can't help but think to myself that maybe I'm really not normal.