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Liang Dongfang. After the train restarts, the conductor has to inspect the carriage and look up at the luggage rack, which one is not right, which one is stuck in the cup, and the strap of that piece of luggage is drooping, and it will be corrected immediately. Corrective measures include the conductor taking matters into his hands by tucking the straps back in and finding the owner of the luggage and asking them to rearrange it. When the conductor does all this, he always says be careful of falling and hitting people.
Sure enough, this time I almost saw the luggage hit someone.
I said "almost" because the luggage fell and hit the woman sitting in the hallway in a group of seats behind me, and I turned my head to look at it after she screamed.
It turned out that a male passenger immediately stood up to pick up his luggage after hearing the prompt that he was about to arrive in front of him, and took a suitcase down from the luggage rack and smashed it into the corridor between the two rows of chairs, hitting the girl sitting on the outermost. The girl covered the smashed place and couldn't raise her head for a long time.
Oops, I'm still blocking it from falling, I'm blocking it, I'm really blocking it. I'm sorry. ”
The man insisted that he was blocking the box to alleviate his own problems. Finally, I have to ask: "Are you okay?" ”
Oops, it's annoying, you go! The girl lowered her head and immersed herself in pain, and only said it in a suppressed angry voice for a while, still mixed with childish and crying anger.
The man immediately reluctant: "I didn't mean to. ”
Can you still let you go on purpose! "The girl's counterattack was very decisive.
The man began to nag again: "I really blocked it, I really blocked it." His words that he always uses "I blocked it" to exonerate himself are very disgusting. Whether it was blocked or not, it was entirely the damage he caused to others, which is irrefutable. In the case of complete unreasonableness, you must first find a reason for yourself, which is a bad habit of this kind of person to get along with others.
He had to be glad that he met a girl who was walking alone, and it would probably be difficult to get out of this way when he met other people, and it might be a question of whether he could get off the train at this stop.
This is the Z70, right? ”
When this question came from behind me, I quickly turned around and saw that it was a young man standing behind me who was asking a girl behind him.
Haven't started checking in yet? There are only ten minutes left in the car leaving time, so it's not too late, right? Before the girl could answer, he followed the question. People are obviously reluctant to answer.
I immediately dismissed the idea of telling him, which could have been a pick-up.
Sure enough, the girl moved to the back of another line waiting to check the ticket.
This time it was a boy who was about the same age as the guy behind me.
He still used those few questions to ask, and they answered immediately. He asked again: "You are also Z70!" You go**? Oh, Beijing, I'm Baoding. There is one station in Baoding and two stations in Beijing, ......”
His chattering style makes people a little reluctant to talk about it.
When I checked in and walked into the underground passage, I happened to meet him again and asked a station attendant: "How is the No. 16 car?" ”
The officer on duty looked at him and pointed at him: "As long as it is a train, no matter how many carriages are on that platform, understand?" ”
I see. He replied crisply, and then followed the ** to the sixth platform. I took a look at him carefully, it was more in line with this state of "don't understand, just ask" with a slender figure, walking with a bit of bumps, and even a little nervous, very similar to people from ** and film and television works.
Coincidentally, the sixteenth carriage he was going to get into and the seventeenth carriage I was going to go to were through the same door. He kept talking in the intersition waiting for the passengers to get off the light before they could get on the bus.
Our train is from Urumqi, and it's not too late to run so far, it's not easy! How can it be so accurate? Does it really only take one hour and thirteen minutes to get to Baoding? How can more than 120 kilometers be accurate to the point of accuracy? It should be gone, why don't the people who get off the bus one by one, and only get down one after another, aren't they in a hurry? ”
The conductor stood at the door, repeatedly saying that he would get off first and then get up, and basically took a flawless attitude towards his questioning, rushing into the train at least twice and shouting at the carriages on both sides: "Did you get off the train?" ”
I finally confirmed that there was no one, and I was the first to check my ID and get on the bus. I heard the conductor finally interrupt his gushing questioning as he checked his ID and got on the train, and specifically instructed him: "Car 16 to the left!" ”
Most people are used to silence, and some people are used to talking too much. Although you may touch nails, if you don't care about touching nails, you will gain convenience.
In winter, people are dressed very thickly. The temperature in the carriage will be cold if you take off the cover, and it will not be hot if you don't take it off, so people don't take it off by default. Sitting in clusters like this makes it look extra crowded.
This time I sat on the outermost part of the trio. After a while, a man came, and while looking for a seat, he said to himself, "I'm in the middle." But when he sat down, he went to the window, probably thinking that the person by the window would come and move back later, at least for a moment we wouldn't have to huddle together.
Immediately there was a woman who stood in the corridor and said three numbers in a row, pointing to us and saying that it was ours. Her husband immediately said to her, this way, this way, which means the three seats across from us. The woman looked at it and quickly said I'm sorry, I read it wrong. So the family of three sat opposite. They have a small child and are still a family, so the sitting is not very crowded, there is no problem with crowding, and they accept each other. It's a bit enviable.
After a while, another person came in the hallway, pointing to the middle seat next to me, meaning that it was his place. I waved my hand and tried to move my leg to the side, meaning please come in. He sat down, and immediately filled the trio. This is a very fat man, fully armed, wearing a mask and a velvet hat, and big headphones to keep out the cold. At a glance, I found out that the little dark ** exposed on his mask. This is a foreigner.
His seat was obviously by the window, but he didn't tell the person who sat in his seat that he wanted to sit inside, maybe it was the complexity of the language that made him daunted, maybe it was the habit of trying to restrain himself in a foreign country, maybe he had a lot of experience in riding a green car, and he knew that sometimes there was no need to take it too seriously. This is clear compared to the conversation in the front row about the window seats. The window seat in front was occupied by a person, and when the ticket holder came, she said to the ticket holder that I would be one stop, and the ticket holder said that I would also be one stop. The person who occupied the window seat had to give up the window position.
The train started silently, passing between the Taihang Mountains and the North China Plain at dusk, which had been noticeably longer, and the slanting golden light shone on the snow-covered earth, making the people by the windows stare at it in a daze. It's no wonder that you stick to your position by the window, at least to avoid physical contact on one side, and to see the somewhat unexpected scenery.
The foreigner who sat in the middle was silent and motionless, and after a long time tentatively stretched his unpleasantly arched leg forward and reached under the seat of the family on the opposite seat. For more than an hour, like most passengers, he didn't say a word or move, occasionally swiping his phone, occasionally closing his eyes and taking a nap, switching back and forth between these two "only" options. Even the process of the person who came to check the ticket did not know how to verify it after getting his green passport, and asked another conductor to verify it, but he never moved.
The journey of more than an hour seems to be a long time, and the journey of more than an hour must also be profound. This is a life without pretense, a small corner on the countless trains running back and forth in the land of North China in the 24th year of the 21st century, where the beginning of spring is coming soon, and the Spring Festival is already in front of us. Nothing happened, nothing was performed, and all the time I was going through a different mental journey.