A Train Named Evil

Chapter 36: Festival

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Feng Rong thought to himself, oh, it's not a firefly.

Zhou Yanling said with a low smile, "I think it's still usable. By the way, it's a little more emotional."

Just as he was saying this, the lights outside went out. The night of the train is covered like a black cloth from the top of the head, and it is time to turn off the lights and sleep. Wu Fengrong's eyes suddenly did not adapt to the darkness, and instinctively searched for light. When the gas lamp was on, his eyes were seized by the oil lamp, and also by the night illuminated by countless gas lamps. The burnt smell of black charcoal burst in the fiery flames, and the boiling water boiled making a rolling sound. He carried the kettle to the cart, and the boiling water splashed out and scalded his fingers, causing a row of blisters, which was hot and painful, and went to the toilet to squeeze some toothpaste and apply it. After three trips, the bucket became empty and the skin was still hot. He held it in his arms as a hot water bottle and continued to boil the next boiler of water. The lamp on the wall looked at him, and he looked at the lamp, never tired of seeing each other.

Zhou Yanling asked, "You said this lamp is an antique and cannot be dismantled. Is there a story?"

Wu Fengrong smiled lightly: "I heard it all from the old train conductor. This lamp was installed in 1953 and was made and installed by the provincial gas company at that time for the train. The lampshade still has the logo of the gas company. In the 1950s The north has a stronger industrial advantage than the south, and has encountered large steel smelting, and sent people here several times to learn experience. Once, the minister of industry happened to see this lamp and said, this gas lamp is well done, fashionable and modern. You Think about how bad the economy was when the country was first founded, and gas lamps were not affordable everywhere. Just because of this sentence, this lamp had to be dismantled several times, but it was never dismantled.”

"It's not that the lamp is useful, it's that the words of an official are useful." Zhou Yanling teased.

"I can keep it, but I can't keep people. The old train conductor had lung cancer. He wanted to work for a few more years, but his health couldn't allow it, so he had to retire. When he left, he was very sad, and the leaders of the bureau were also very sad. It's a pity. He has brought a car for more than 30 years. In the early days, the car used coal burning. It was hard and dusty, and there were many people with lung disease. He couldn't escape. This year, the old sister-in-law called me to discuss and said Instead of chemotherapy, I feel better, and people move home to live. The chemotherapy is too hard, and I still want to save some dignity in the end.

He has a lot of affection for this lamp, so he has kept it many times. When he left, he explained to me that if this light is to be replaced in the future, we will see if it can be sent to the museum. It is meaningful in the history of rail transit in the country and must be remembered. I, the conductor of the train, was recommended by him, and he brought the people along. When he left, he didn't explain anything but the light. I have problems at work now, and I have to call him for advice. "

Zhou Yanling let out a low sigh.

After a while, Wu Fengrong said again: "I usually don't see its use, but now the lights are out and I feel like it's not enough without it. It's the same with people, usually you don't think he's good, you think it's dispensable, and there's not even a new style. Well, when it's over, I'll come back to it, even if I can turn a little bit of emotion into it, it's good. New-style things are just too practical, and there's no emotion at all."

This time Zhou Yan listened and understood. Wu Fengrong wanted to say that to others, the old train conductor was just a conductor, so he was only seen as a conductor, but to him, he was still a beloved elder, not only useful, but also emotional. Nowadays, everyone in the car sees Wu Fengrong as the conductor of the train, and only sees his usefulness. One day he is useless, can't control the car and can't save people, just as useless as this gas lamp. But people always have a bad day. Is Wu Fengrong afraid of that day

Before waiting for Zhou Yanling to reply, Wu Fengrong got up and turned off the light, and the bright spot shook with a blue flash of lightning and went out with a snap. This light is too old, it will not be used for a long time, and it will turn off by itself after a long time.

Wu Fengrong opened the charcoal filling port of the boiler and reached out to check the temperature. He lowered his head very low, a sea of fire surrounded him, his hair was shiny, black and healthy, his eyes were sharp and outrageous, and even his eyebrows, nose, and the corners of his mouth were full of outrageous arrogance.

Zhou Yanling was too shocked to speak.

After all, Wu Fengrong is young, and he is reliable. He does not seek relatives, friends, or the powerful. He can push the glory of the old days away from his heart and be a person who only lives in the present, but others don't see it that way. Just like what Zhou Yanling saw at this time, Wu Fengrong was already radiant and immortal, but Wu Fengrong didn't know it at all. Wu Fengrong may not know that he has a pleasing beauty, but he does not take advantage of it. If a person does not use his own beauty, he is simply invincible.

Zhou Yanling leaned over and kissed his forehead. He thought, Rong Rong, you would never know that I would love and cherish you with my life. I won't say this to you, because if I say it, you will be worried, burdened, and afraid that I will put it into practice. Just like you won't tell the old train conductor your thoughts now. He knows that you love and respect him, and that's enough.

Humans are cowardly animals. Sometimes the feelings are too heavy, and they are afraid to speak out for fear of crushing the other party. The more intimate people are, the less likely they are to talk about love. This is true for parents, children, and intimate couples.

Someone knocked on the door outside. It was a boiler worker on duty.

Wu Fengrong asked people to come in, followed by Zhao Xintao, and said, "There are many passengers who have registered for the return journey. Some of them have very bad attitudes. It's not good for us to take coercive measures against the passengers. Rongrong, do you think it's better to deal with these passengers? "

The three walked outside, the cold wind was blowing, and after staying in the boiler room for a long time, I didn't realize that the temperature outside was at least five or six degrees lower. Zhou Yanling pulled up the collar and saw the swirling snow and wind turning somersaults up the hillside. He didn't know which mountain road was steep. Like a vortex, sucking the wind straight into it. The window of the adjoining carriage was slashed open, and the blizzard screamed louder than a wheel, like a manic-depressive.

Zhao Xintao complained in a low voice: "I just fell asleep at this point, and I have to wake people up again, and I have to appease those who can't get out of the car, alas."

This night is destined to be sleepless.

27. The bottom line is here!

Half past ten at night.

The situation of the passengers making trouble was more serious than Wu Fengrong imagined. There were four or five yellow-faced and big-footed women standing outside the conductor's seat. The flight attendant sat opposite her, her eyes red from crying, and she didn't say a word. Afraid of disturbing the rest of the rest of the passengers, Wu Fengrong wanted to invite people into the carriage to close the door and talk, but these women had to rely on the door to confront each other, yelling all over the sky, and the voice was higher than the voice.

The marshals came around, but before they moved, they simply let go of their throats, screaming, crying, and roaring, and suddenly they started fighting. The scene got out of control. In an instant, countless arms were in the air, fists and slaps were aggressively handed over, pulling hair, grabbing clothes, pulling ears... Wu Fengrong was slapped, Zhao Xintao angrily pushed people away, marshals inserted in the middle to arrest people, flight attendants Fleeing in panic. An old man standing outside crouched down, picked up the loose change that everyone had dropped, and put it in his pocket.

In the end, after negotiating from the free return destination, the fare is fully refunded, and each person will be compensated with 120 yuan. For the 120 yuan, Wu Fengrong called his boss for another half an hour, and it was already past the early morning. He got out of the driver's seat drowsy, only to remember that he hadn't had dinner yet.

The kitchen has been turned off and will not open until five in the morning. Wu Fengrong didn't want to trouble the chef, so he went to the young flight attendant to ask for some snacks. He chewed while holding the bag of potato chips and looked at his mobile phone. There was a text message from Zhou Yanling.

- Made fried rice, here in Zhouchi, came to eat after work.

Wu Fengrong raised the corners of his mouth, happily begging for fried rice. The rice was microwaved twice, covered with a thermos, but the tea was freshly brewed and steaming. Zhou Yanling was holding the laptop attentively, Zhou Chi got a network card from nowhere, and was barely able to load the pictures. Zhou Yanling opened six or seven web pages at the same time. Wu Fengrong saw that some of them were in English, so he sat beside him curiously and looked closer to his head.

His nose was greasy from the rice spoon, and Zhou Yanling smelled the fragrance and kissed the tip of his nose. Zhou Chi sighed, covering his face and screaming: "Brother Zhou, are you a rat? You only know how to steal oil to eat."

Zhou Yanling laughed. Wu Fengrong said angrily: "What do you think, he is a mouse and you are a cat? It's not eating your oil." He took two bites and stabbed Zhou Yanling with his elbow, asking, "What are you doing?"

Zhou Yanling said: "In the company of Cha surnamed He. It is still a very large construction company. They do everything from interior and exterior design, urban design to mechanical and electrical engineering. The projects include residential, commercial, office, mixed-use, etc. In the case of medical education, the top-floor garden of the Tongzhou City Center Museum in 2012 is their target. The company has not been listed, and the company has more than 20,000 employees... "

"Does a construction company need 20,000 employees?"

"In order to make the data look good, in fact, all outsourced personnel are included. If the customer service, construction, and maintenance teams are included, then there will be more. I have seen a small communication maintenance company claiming to be its own employees. Tens of thousands are nothing more than workers who climb telephone poles for maintenance. The real labor contract is counted in the company's own company, and it does not exceed 2,000."

"That's enough. Even if 2,000 employees of this company buy insurance from your company, it's still a big list."

Zhou Yanling thought for a while: "Our company should have their list, but I didn't take over, I want to