As the fastest, safe, efficient, convenient, and cheap way of travel, trains do my part, and passengers who travel by car are also mixed.
Qingqing and I hurriedly boarded a train heading north, and after bidding farewell to Zheng Xiumin and Xiao Shao outside the window, we sat on our seats.
The train was still not very crowded. After putting the salute, I started to look at the nearby passengers, and saw a young young man sitting across from me, listening to something intently with headphones on, and talking to myself from time to time. Say a few words to yourself. On the other side of Qingqing was a middle-aged fat man with a flat head, and swept across both of us with a pair of jealous eyes.
The smell of instant noodles came from the side of the aisle, mixed with the smell of sweat from passengers. This is the smell I am most familiar with in the university dormitory. Qingqing frowned and wanted to change seats with me.
She sat on the seat next to the window, opened the window, and a hot wind blew in. I hurriedly said to her: "Your head has been operated on, you can't blow it!"
Qingqing put on the sun hat and responded: "It's okay, the wind can't blow my head!"
I changed to a seat near the aisle, next to a family of three, the man was eating instant noodles, the woman was shaking a fan for her daughter who was resting on the table, and they were facing three men.
These three men are different. By the window is a backpacker with a baseball cap, and a thin man is squeezed in between. This man is very thin in figure and face, and he has a pair of mung beans who can’t help but sweep across the carriage. Various passengers inside, and beside him is a brawny man.
This guy's eyes were a bit arrogant, and I hurriedly avoided his direct stare.
The fat guy sitting across from me asked in Cantonese, "Where are you going, buddy?"
I hurriedly answered: "Go back to my hometown in Luoyang!"
The young man next to him looked at me, and then closed his eyes again.
Qingqing leaned on the carriage, looked out the window, and said, "I miss my parents and sister a little bit, in fact, we should go back to my house!"
Pan Gui once reminded me to take Qingqing back to his home when I had time, but because I couldn't spare the time, I didn't go.
At noon, the flight attendant pushed the dining trolley over to sell fast food, and I asked Qingqing if she wanted a serving, but she shook her head and refused.
I opened the snack sent by Zheng Xiumin and found two apples and one roasted chicken inside. I tore it open and asked the two people across to use it together. The fat man waved his hand and declined, but the young man next to him took off the earphones and tore off a piece. The chicken chewed quickly, and then said: "The taste is a bit weak, but it hasn't deteriorated. You can eat it with confidence!"
There are also a bag of bread and two bottles of mineral water in the snack bag. Qingqing is eating bread and drinking mineral water. I thought that it would not take a day to travel from Wuhan to Luoyang, and the things on the train were expensive, so I tried my best to minimize shopping.
When I was in college, I often took the train, and I couldn't be too vigilant about the passengers in the car, and I couldn't help but beware.
When the train arrived at Xinyang Station, a group of migrant workers in tattered clothes came up, and they quickly occupied the aisle.
Gouyouhu, who was diagonally opposite, took the opportunity to go to the toilet and said to one of the old men: "Tomorrow is the Zhongyuan Festival, but you are leaving your hometown. Where are you going to make a fortune?"
As soon as I heard the three characters "Zhongyuanjie", I was immediately attracted.
"Gouyouhu" claims to be a half immortal, and everyone who has been instructed by him will go well, the wages are high, and the boss does not default on wages.
These migrant workers were obviously attracted by his last sentence. Immediately, Dao Ming was going to work in Xi'an, and they asked him for advice, but he made an act of counting money.
"How much is it for Daxian?" The fat man sitting across from us asked, "Gouyouhu" replied: "It varies from person to person, some are free, some only cost one hundred yuan, and some cost 10,000 yuan. If you ask me for advice, you will get one hundred thousand!"
The fat man immediately laughed, shook his head and said, "Your guidance is not worth a hundred thousand!"
"Gouyouhu" was not angry either, and said to these migrant workers: "The immortal doesn't show a hand, you definitely don't believe in the magical power of the immortal!"
He turned around and pointed at me, and said, "This little brother got on the bus from Wuhan. He has never known me, but I can tell his experience and Minglu!" He deliberately emphasized the last two words.
With an expression of disdain, I looked at Qingqing, she leaned her head on my shoulder, wanting to rest.
"This little brother is not an ordinary person, and the beauty next to him is not a vulgar person. The two are fleeing for their lives, right?"
I was immediately surprised when I heard it, and hurriedly scolded: "What nonsense are you talking about, we are going home!"
The other party smiled slightly and continued: "Both of them have escaped from the underworld, why are they still afraid of the living?"
He obviously saw my identity, but for the safety of me and Qingqing, I denied it.
These migrant workers began to booze, "Gouyouhu" said: "July 14th, the ghost gate opens. The king of hell ignores the arrival of a hundred ghosts, and the gentleman is invincible and the villain is shy. I guess who will go and who will stay."
This guy with his bald head, wearing a black cloth sweatshirt and a paper fan in his hand, looked around the crowd, and suddenly said, "Do you think there are only us living in the train?"
The fat man responded: "Could there be ghosts in the car?"
Everyone burst into laughter, "Goo You Hu" angrily returned to their seats, opened the oil paper fan and fanned it, and I saw Zhong Kui's ghost hunting painting painted on this fan.
The other side also cast pity at me.
I stopped paying attention to him, although he was right, but he chose the wrong occasion.
There was a river outside the car window. I saw a person throwing paper money along the river. The Chinese New Year Festival really arrived.
When the car arrived in Zhengzhou, it was already past eleven o'clock in the night, so we arrived at Luoyang at three o'clock in the night. If we couldn't get a taxi, we had to stay in the waiting room until dawn.
From the conversations of these people, I learned that almost all of them went to Xi’an. This family of three went to Xi’an to see a doctor for their daughter. After learning that I was also a doctor, the man asked me to treat his daughter first.
For this reason, he also asked his wife to change seats with me.
I caught the girl’s wrist, and the "gouyouhu" on the opposite side warned me: "You have the ability to snatch the soul of your girlfriend from the little ghost, so do you have the ability to snatch someone from the Lord Yan? "
The sturdy man sitting next to him scolded: "It's midnight, don't talk about these scary things, although I'm not afraid!"
The young girl’s pulse was weak, she was like a bird, and her face was pale and her night sweats were serious. It should be a heart-brain disease, the brain neurasthenia caused by the blood-supplying tribe, and the brain tissue necrosis.
But this disease is difficult to treat. Chinese medicine treats it slowly, and it may get better.
I retracted my hand and said slowly: "Do you take your daughter to Xi'an to see a Western or Chinese medicine?"
The other party replied: "I went to see a brain expert who combined Chinese and Western medicine. It is said that this old expert is from a military background and has seen a doctor for the chief?"
I said frankly: "I know an authentic old military doctor who is also a brain expert. He works at Luoyang 150 Hospital and often visits our hospital for consultation."
The other party has some concerns, but a middle-aged man who just got on the train from Zhengzhou Station asked me in Mandarin: "You are also a doctor, and I have chest tightness. Can you give me acupuncture and moxibustion? Money is easy!"
I returned to my seat, took my bag, and took out the acupuncture bag. The young man on the other side immediately motioned me not to move.
He said to the middle-aged man: "You have chest tightness and shortness of breath. You should ask this half-immortal to give some pointers. It's spiritual!"
The middle-aged man had a flat head, and a sharp look in his eyes seemed to penetrate my mind.
"I don't believe in the trick of pretending to be a god, I only believe in science!" The other party walked to me, stared at me with deep eyes, and slowly said, "Is it right, Doctor Yuan?"
When I was surprised, the youth opposite said in a low voice: "Don't move, or I will do it first!"
The middle-aged man pulled out a piece of amethyst from the silk undershirt and asked: "Do you believe in psychic?" (End of this chapter)