Murong got up again to look for other passengers. There were nine passengers including himself in the last carriage.
Except for myself, everyone is exactly the same as the previous gentleman, with frost on the mouth, nose and eyebrows, and died of breath!
With professional sensitivity, Murong knew that all this was unusual.
She took out her mobile phone, which showed no signal, and took out the satellite phone provided by the Special Events Management Bureau. This mobile phone can be used in any corner of the earth, but the strange thing is that it claims to have a super long standby time of ten years and can overcome all kinds of problems. The special machine for the harsh environment actually ran out of power!
Murong stumbled and ran to the door of the carriage. As soon as he raised his hand, there was a sound of icing on the door. Sharp icicles covered the entire door panel, and even the fire button on the side was frozen to death!
Murong raised his leg and slammed on the carriage door, the ice splattered, his ankles and knees hurt, but the door remained motionless.
"so cold… "
The sudden sound made Mu Rong's scalp tingle, she squeezed the pendant around her neck, took a deep breath, and walked towards the direction of the sound.
"so cold."
When Mu Rong came to an empty bed, the voice came from below.
"Who's in there?"
"so cold."
There was a rustling sound, and a four or five-year-old boy crawled out from under the bed. The boy's clothes were dirty and old. There was no light in the black night outside the window, and the lights in the carriage were also dim. It can be seen that the clothes were originally colorful and the colors are very bright.
The shirt placket on the boy's chest was shiny and shiny, and the dark blue sleeves on his arms should be prepared by the parents for the child's active and mischievous nature.
The little boy's height was not as high as Murong's waist, and his frozen face was pale and trembling. The fear in Murong's heart was relieved a bit, and his compassion was restored. Pulling the little boy back to his place, he carried him to his bed, wrapped him in the quilt, and hugged him outside.
"What's your name, kid? Why are you hiding under the bed? Where are your parents?"
Hearing Murong's gentle tone, the boy stopped trembling, but his face was still a little ugly. He looked at Murong's eyes with deep fear and anxiety: "I'm playing hide-and-seek."
"Hide and seek? Where are your parents?"
"My mother took my sister and I to find my father by train. The neighbor said that my father married a new mother in the south."
After hearing this, Murong's heart sank: There are no survivors in this carriage except himself and the little boy: "What's your name, kid?"
"Meng Xiaojun."
"Which shop does your mother sleep in?"
Wrapped in a quilt, the boy arched into Murong's arms and shook his head.
"Then where is your sister?"
The boy moved his body and stretched out a hand from under the quilt to point to the other side of the carriage, and said happily, "Over there!"
Murong looked in the direction the boy was pointing, and it was strange that she was able to "see through" the layers of sleeper beds to see the little girl standing at the end of the carriage.
Murong rushed to the opposite shop, staring at the boy in his own shop vigilantly.
The little girl was wearing a red suspender dress, and she looked only two or three years old, but there was a gap the size of a bowl on her head, and the inside was empty.
Looking at the boy also changed, his face was blue and his lips were black and he grinned at Murong: "Sister, are you playing hide and seek?"
A white light flashed past, Murong covered her eyes, and the sunlight penetrated through her fingers.
"Hot sticky corn~bread, salt soda, melon seeds, cigarettes, do you need anything?"
"Passenger, please lower your leg."
Mu Rong put down his hands, and saw a mop head touching the side of the passenger's shoes, the surrounding scene changed, and the flight attendant in pure green clothes was smiling politely at her.
"Hot sticky corn~bread, salt soda, melon seeds, cigarettes, do you need anything?"
"How much is an ear of corn?"
"Thirty cents for an ear, fifty cents for a pair."
"Give me two, choose the bigger one."
Murong looked around, this carriage has become a hard-seat passenger. The clothes of the passengers have a sense of age. Most of the older ones are wearing army green and dark blue overalls. The young men are wearing nylon coats and jackets, and some have big wavy hair. .
"What smoke?"
"Big production, big front door."
"Big production with bags."
"Eight hairs."
The man unpacked and smoked in the compartment naturally, and the faces of the surrounding passengers were also natural. Judging from the clothes and prices, it should be in the 1980s.
The train was passing a large wheat field, many of which had been cut down and piled in bundles between the ridges.
At noon, the car was filled with fragrance.
Most of the passengers brought their own food. The person sitting across from Murong opened his backpack and took out a paper bag. He opened it to find some sliced meat and chicken feet. He unscrewed a bottle of Erguotou and ate.
He ate deliciously, and Mu Rong, who was enjoying watching, swallowed reflexively.
After drinking three glasses happily, he took out a silver aluminum lunch box, opened it and saw that it contained shredded tobacco, rolled one slowly, lit it with a match, and took a puff.
Mu Rong knew that everything in front of him was probably the past of the brother and sister just now. She searched around with her backpack in her arms, but did not see the two children.
Time passed by every minute and every second, the train drove slowly and passed several major stations, and the number of people on the train gradually increased, but there were still no figures of the two children.
As it was getting late, Mu Rong decided to look for it. This was the last carriage, but it was similar to the environment she was in in reality.
Pass through three or four carriages, and go further to the sleeper area. A woman standing on the phone at the junction of the carriages attracted Mu Rong's attention.
Mobile phones in this era are still called "big brothers". It is said that a mobile phone costs tens of thousands, and there are only a handful of people who can afford it.
Murong didn't stay for long, the woman covered her mouth facing the car door, her voice was very low, obviously she didn't want others to hear her.
The woman sniffed: "Is what my second brother said true? Do you have any other women in the south?"
…
In the next carriage, Mu Rong saw two familiar voices, Meng Xiaojun and his sister, the two children were sitting obediently on the shop floor, each holding half an ear of corn.
Opposite the shop was a couple in shabby clothes holding a swaddling baby in their arms. The child seemed to be hungry and was crying loudly, but the woman only shook it in her arms.
The man took out the dry cigarette and sat on the edge of the bed to smoke, but his eyes were fixed on the Meng Xiaojun brothers and sisters.
The siblings are cute and cute, especially Meng Xiaojun, who has a thick head and a tiger brain, is not afraid of people, and answers the man's questions in a clear and orderly manner.
From an adult perspective, she quickly saw that something was wrong with the couple.
The man took out two pieces of candy from his pocket and handed them to the two children. Candy is still a rarity in this era, and his own children obviously can't eat candy. Three words flashed in Murong's mind: Human traffickers!
But Mu Rong is just a phantom here, so he can only be anxious.
After a while, the mother of two children came back with red eyes, and the couple turned to chatting with her, and easily figured out the destination of the three of them.
In the evening, the man said to fetch hot water, and enthusiastically took the woman's cup to help. Murong followed and watched helplessly as the man sprinkled white powder into the woman's water cup, and persuaded her to drink it.
The woman quickly fell asleep, leaving the two children bored. The man dealer asked Meng Xiaojun, "Would you like to play hide-and-seek?"
"Okay!" Meng Xiaojun, who had already let go of his defenses, readily agreed, and opened his arms to the man.
The younger sister, Meng Xiaomei, was clinging to her brother, and followed behind wearing her shoes, shouting "Brother."
In order not to attract the attention of other passengers, the female trafficker took the initiative to lead Meng Xiaomei. Before the car arrived at the station, they arrived at the last carriage. There was no one in the carriage. The male trafficker growled angrily: "Girl It's worthless, what are you pulling her for?"
"You can't let her follow behind you all the time, get out of the car first."
The car stopped at a small station. The trafficker wanted to leave her sister Meng Xiaomei where she was, but the child kept crying, and the trafficker pushed her off the platform, hitting her head on the hard rock between the tracks, and the scene stopped abruptly.
Murong slowly opened his eyes and found that he had returned to reality. The pendant around his neck was like a star in the dark night, but this time it burst out with pure white and holy light.
The two children stood together hand in hand, when the train stopped and the car became rusty, it became the last car in the picture. Several other people lay motionless on the luggage racks on both sides, straight and stiff.
In Mu Rong's heart, there is only endless pity and emotion. How many originally harmonious families have been destroyed by human traffickers. The drive of profit is certainly one of the reasons, but in the final analysis, is it true that all backward areas cannot get rid of the old idea of "carrying on the family line"
The big dent on Meng Xiaomei's head was the cause of her death, but how Meng Xiaojun died was unknown to Mu Rong. The brother and sister held hands and confronted Mu Rong not far away, shedding bloody tears.
What's more, a large number of maggots overflowed from Meng Xiaomei's broken head, as if there were too many to bear being squeezed out abruptly.
As soon as those maggots hit the ground, they turned into red, white and white dots, like a mixture of brain and blood.
The two brothers and sisters stared at Murong's pendant, yearning and afraid at the same time.
The golden characters that had disappeared for a long time suddenly appeared in Mu Rong's mind, and Mu Rong was a little surprised: these meaningless golden characters disappeared for too long, and he thought they disappeared along with his shady identity.
She recalled the scene when Su Sifang rescued the female ghost in red a few years ago, she naturally sat cross-legged on the ground, and soon entered a state of no delusion and no self, and began to recite scriptures.
Su Sifang had never taught Murong Sanskrit, but what Mu Rong recited after three Chinese rebirth mantras was actually Sanskrit.
Meng Xiaomei got into her brother's arms, and timidly looked at the heavy and solemn light in front of her eyes: "Brother, I'm afraid."
Meng Xiaojun didn't make a sound, but silently hugged his sister tightly.
Time passed by every minute and every second, and there was still a dark night outside the car, as if time could not enter this last car, everything here was still.
Murong recited ninety-nine and eighty-one times, his star pupils were still unopened, and his vermilion lips moved: "Please take a lotus Dharma boat and send this pair of brothers and sisters to the realm of ultimate bliss and painlessness."
With a sound of "buzz", a golden vortex appeared on the side of the carriage. Murong opened his eyes and stood up in front of the two brothers and sisters. He knelt down on one knee and looked at them, and said softly, "Go."
The brothers and sisters of the Meng family could feel the warmth emanating from this door of light, which was exactly what they had been longing for for many years.
No Xiao Murong persuaded again, Meng Xiaomei walked in first without looking back, Meng Xiaojun turned around and saluted: "Thank you sister."
Mu Rong smiled sincerely and watched him disappear into the light gate.
…
"Passenger, passenger?" Murong slowly opened his eyes, and the friendly smile of the flight attendant came into view.
"You slept so deeply, the train has arrived at the terminal, please pack your belongings and get off."
Murong sat up, the last carriage was empty, and all the passengers had already got off.
Fortunately, what she bought was the ticket to the terminal station. The carriage was clean and tidy. The afternoon sun was shining brightly, and Mu Rong felt a burst of heat.
The flight attendant smiled and said, "The temperature outside is twenty-five degrees Celsius above zero. You can change your clothes before getting out of the car."
Murong nodded, and the flight attendant left.
Until leaving the station, Mu Rong didn't know whether what happened last night was just her dream or it really happened.
She looked back with her bulging luggage on her back, and the clock under the three big characters at Gwangju Station showed 4:30 in the afternoon.
Mu Rong came to check in at the hotel booked on Choutuan, lay down on the bed after taking a shower, couldn't help picking up his phone and searching: 'Meng Xiaojun' and 'Meng Xiaomei' and other keywords.
All the irrelevant information popped up, and Murong put away the phone with a sigh.
…
In the Northeast X Mental Illness Rehabilitation Center, a gray-haired woman made a fuss again today. The doctor and nurse managed to subdue her and injected Valium. The nurse tied the strap and wiped the sweat from her forehead. With a sigh of relief, he left the ward.
The woman on the hospital bed had a dream that her two sons and daughters who lost more than 20 years ago returned hand in hand.
The woman burst into tears, and hugged the two children tightly and cried bitterly. The two children wiped the tears from the corners of their eyes for her, and dragged her to many places.
It was only then that she realized that the outside world had changed so much during the years when she was in a daze. She took her two children to the playground and watched them laugh happily on various facilities, and she shed tears.
As the sun was setting, the woman returned home holding the hands of the two children tightly, and asked them what they wanted to eat.
The brothers and sisters said in unison that they wanted to eat a bowl of noodles cooked by their mother, but for some reason they obviously ordered three bowls of noodles, but only two bowls came out, and the woman naturally gave them to her children.
The two brothers and sisters obediently finished their noodles, got up and said goodbye to their mother: "Mom, my sister and I are in a very beautiful place, please don't be sad for us anymore."
As she spoke, she walked out of the house holding hands. The woman could only watch her child leave, unable to move or make a sound.
On the hospital bed, a tear fell from the corner of the woman's eye.
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