That day, Zi Yang was squatting on the ground to count the ants, and Lao Wang came back with a pile of money: "The salary is paid, and the living expenses of Lao Tzu have arrived. Comrade Li, the darkest hour before dawn has passed. The dawn of victory is beckoning to us!"
Zi Yang hummed and said, "You save some flowers, and you have to pay the tuition!" These days, all the eating, drinking, and fun with Lao Wang are borne by themselves. Although the two of them have tightened their belts to some extent, they go online. , Snacks, food for the goddess + nutrition, etc., the expenses are not small.
Old Wang said, "You don't need to worry about it, the tuition has already been saved, and the rest is the difference between the two brothers."
Zi Yang stood up, "Let me go, do you have so much pocket money? Is your father wrapped up by the rich woman?"
Lao Wang kicked Zi Yang and said, "Fuck you, my head has been opened up in the past few years, and I have partnered with someone in the timber business and made a small deal. I am about to enter the ranks of the rich second generation. ."
Zi Yang tut: "I can't tell, you guy with thin eyebrows and small eyes is going to betray the poor people!"
Lao Wang slapped Zi Yang on the shoulders and said, "Hey, kid, don't you think that serfs will turn over and become landlords?"
Looking at the triumphant old king, Zi Yang suddenly sighed and said, "Think about the troubles of this period of time and I'm afraid of it. It's really a big test in life. Fortunately, most of our lives are fine, and the most pitiful is that. The female classmate died, his father doesn't know what happened..."
When Lao Wang heard this, his expression was also sad, "Yes, although I didn't say a few words to her, the girl seems to be diligent and frugal. The two sets of clothes are changed for one season, and she is from the countryside. The bitter girl, when we used to work together, she was reluctant to finish a box lunch and had to divide it into two meals. When his father came to school, I even picked it up. He seemed to be an honest farmer."
"It is not easy for people in rural areas to support a college student. The whole family puts all hope on this daughter. If this goes away, it means that the beams of the family have collapsed."
Zi Yang asked, "How far is Shaanxi from here?"
Lao Wang rolled his eyes and thought for a while: "Well, if you take the train, it takes more than ten hours, at least."
Zi Yang pinched and said, "Well, when I come back this time, I gave some extra pocket money at home. I do the calculation. If you remove the expenses these days, you can get a few hundred yuan rich. Or, let's buy something." , Go and see? Anyway, idleness is idleness... I'm panicking when I mix with you every day."
Lao Wang's eyes lit up and said, "Good idea, classmate Xiao Li, I didn't see that you still have such a compassionate mind. I can also squeeze a thousand or eight hundred pieces here, and eat less in the future. The restaurant is saved."
Zi Yang asked, "Do you have the address of the fellow's home?"
Lao Wang said, "I don't have one here, but Teacher Li has it. He helped to book the train tickets for the girl's father back and forth." At that moment, Lao Wang called Teacher Li and asked Teacher Li to come out for a meal.
The teacher was not too far away from the school. He was not polite when he answered the phone. He rushed over after more than an hour. This teacher Li looked like a downright intellectual. He was in his thirties and had big black-rimmed glasses. , A tousled hair, a big undershirt and pants that are as dilapidated as Lao Wang, dragging a pair of slippers, it seems that the private life is not very particular, thin body, thin arms and thin legs, it starts like a big prawn. .
The three of them ordered a few small dishes in the small restaurant and talked while eating. Lao Wang talked about the general idea. The teacher agreed with both hands, and said that if there was a thief in the house and a bear child, he would go with them. In the end, the teacher Li took out a crumpled handful of money from his pocket, saying that he was in short supply. This little money meant something. Let them take care of it. Lao Wang took the whole one hundred yuan, and left dozens of yuan in gross bills and steel stubbles, saying that you always leave yourself to improve your life, and that's it.
At the moment they asked for a specific address, the two packed their bags and went to the train station to book two tickets. Fortunately, during the summer vacation, the fare is cheap, plus half of the student ticket, so the round trip fare won't cost much money.
This green-skinned train was the main means of transportation that year. There are two rows of seats. Each row of seats can seat three people. In the middle is a small table with a big butt. It is covered with melon peel and fruit crumbs and a row above the head. The shelf is for luggage. It’s hot in summer. The train crew has installed an electric fan under the shelf very humanely, which is better than nothing. The smart guy sat on the back of the chair, leaning his head and face on the fan and blowing.
Although it is summer vacation, people are still full of people. Most of them are migrant workers. Some people can’t buy tickets and just stand on the aisle or the aisle connecting the two carriages. Some people even shrink and drill. In the space under the seat, spread two newspapers, just like a sleeper.
From time to time, the conductor pushed the trolley by, shouting: beer, beverage, mineral water, cigarettes, melon seeds and ham, alas, keep your feet...
Although they yelled hard, there was very little business, and the things on it were so expensive that most people couldn't afford it.
Lao Wang and Zi Yang bought the tickets directly opposite the window, which is considered to be a good Feng Shui. The two took out the snacks bought on the road and put them on the small tables and chairs. While watching the scenery outside the window flashed by, they were in the car. The sour odor of sweat, the stinky beriberi, the smell of urine floating from the toilet, while eating and chatting. After a while, Lao Wang fell asleep on the table amidst the rattling noise of the train.
Zi Yang was not drowsy, his eyes were aimlessly looking at the people around him.
Zi Yang has formed a habit for many years. When there are a lot of people, he likes to silently observe his words and opinions, watching the appearance and behavior of the people around him, and sometimes he still guesses the behavior, background, habits, and origin of these people in his mind. This habit has become a pleasure for him.
Zi Yang feels that everyone has a story for everyone. There are thousands of stories happening in the world at all times. When two people gather together, they may not know each other. In the next second, there may be an intersection of lives.
In the rows of seats diagonally across from Zi Yang, or squatting or sitting on the ground, there are a few young adults dressed as migrant workers. The shelves are full of luggage, and some can’t fit and are stuffed in the gaps under the seats. Zi Yang knows that these migrant workers have no fixed homes. Usually a snakeskin bag or a big cowboy bag, which contains pots and pans, is stuffed together with a quilt, which is all the belongings, which is convenient and proper.
It's just that the first impression of these migrant workers is a bit strange. Although their behavior is the same as that of migrant workers, there are many differences in details and temperament. The average migrant workers have large palms, chapped skin, thin stature, and more or less muddy bricks and tiles on their clothes. Although these people have strong hands and feet and rough knuckles, they do not seem to have the traces of years of moving bricks and tiles all the year round, and their nails are neatly repaired and clean, and their clothes are clean (maybe they just went out, so they are especially dressed and dressed. ).
Although these people are either squatting or standing on their seats, with melon seeds and peel and dander thrown on the ground, they are not as restrained as ordinary migrant workers in their words and deeds, but the occasional glances reveal aggressive and fierceness.
Probably noticing Zi Yang's gaze, an old man next to the group coughed: "Ahem, you guys, pay attention to it. The outside is not better than at home. Keep your legs and feet away. Don't throw things away."
Although the old man was kind and good-looking, the young men sat up neatly as if they heard the order. It seems that it is their leader.
Zi Yang observed the old man again. This old man was about 50 or 60 years old, with sparse hair, neatly combed behind his head, thin face, round top and pointed bottom, no beard on his mouth, and eyes full of smiles. However, the two big eye bags are particularly noticeable. Zi Yang heard the old man say that most people with heavy eye bags are evil (but the old people who said this have no small eye bags, they seem to be life experience).
The old man was thin and neatly dressed, his hands were slender, his hands were as dry as bird's claws, and his right thumb was covered with a large finger.
Zi Yang heard the old man say that this wearing a finger is a very delicate thing. The finger is divided into two types: antlers, rhino horns, ivory, crystal, jade, jade, tourmaline and other precious Huarun materials. In the Qing Dynasty, people with thumbs were the most prosperous, and they were often worn by the Eight Flag Brothers or arty rich merchants to show their nobleness.
The military fingers are made of moose antlers. They are strong and wear-resistant. They are used by soldiers when they draw bows and shoot arrows. When the hands sweat in summer, the keratin in the moose antlers will be released from the sweat, and the inner wall of the finger will become sticky. The uniform blood line can increase the breathability, and there is no foul smell when worn for a long time.
Nowadays, there are very few people who wear the finger to make decoration. Only some older people use it, and they are generally people with a certain identity. Here, I saw an old man who is well-dressed and wearing a finger, who is mixed with a group of inexplicable migrant workers. Yang felt a little weird.
Seeing the old man looking at him with a smile, Zi Yang was embarrassed to observe, and he nodded to indicate, then turned his head and looked out the window. From time to time, a few words between young adults and the old man came from his ears, and he probably heard a silhouette along the way This wave of people is going to work and work in northern Shaanxi, and the old man is their contractor, called Uncle Li.