He originally thought that he would meet the grandfather and grandson by chance, but after they got on the bus, Zhang Dachuan was surprised to find that the old man's seat was in the same row as himself.
As for the middle-aged man who looked like a bodyguard, and the two-dimensional girl with a temper bigger than her breasts, they sat in the front two rows.
Obviously, not only did they not buy the business seats they needed, but the regular seats they bought were also separate.
So, not long after they sat down, the middle-aged man came to Zhang Dachuan and said politely:
"I'm sorry, can you two change seats with us? The three of us are together."
Zhang Dachuan did not speak, but the old man in Tang suit raised his hand and said:
"Junzi, don't bother me, just sit here."
The middle-aged man looked back at the girl in the row in front of him with some embarrassment:
"But Miss..."
Zhou Qingyu is a considerate girl. She understood this posture as soon as she saw it and said:
"Since you are together, let's change. Anyway, we all have seats."
Seeing this, the old man quickly thanked:
"Thank you so much."
Zhou Qingyu smiled slightly:
"Grandpa, you're welcome. It's just a matter of effort."
Zhang Dachuan didn't care where he sat, so he stood up and walked over there.
The old man became more and more embarrassed and said with emotion:
"If only my grandchildren were as understanding as you."
At this time, the girl in exaggerated clothes walked over, curled her lips and said disdainfully:
"Grandpa, you are right. They really don't worry much."
"But as long as I'm here, I will definitely take good care of you, grandpa."
These words made the old man laugh heartily, and his depression disappeared.
Zhou Qingyu followed Zhang Dachuan and sat down in his new seat, and said to him somewhat mysteriously:
"Brother Dachuan, that girl and that old man must not be ordinary people."
Zhang Dachuan looked at Zhou Qingyu with some surprise:
"Oh, how come you can see it?"
Zhou Qingyu took out a few Xiushan peaches and a bunch of grapes from his backpack, and then explained:
"I just saw that big guy bringing several bottles of Xian Niang Suchun wine. Calculated by our selling price, it's almost five thousand yuan less."
After Zhang Dachuan heard this, he reminded her with a half-smile:
"Didn't you notice that girl's Louis Vuitton? Just by looking at that bag, you should be able to tell that she is a rich person."
As a result, Zhou Qingyu's reaction made Zhang Dachuan dumbfounded:
"Is that Louis Vuitton? I don't know it, and I don't know if it's real or fake. Why didn't you remind me just now? I've only heard Zhao Yu and others talk about that brand, but I've never seen the real thing."
After saying that, Zhou Qingyu stood up and turned around to look over there, with a look of regret on his face.
Zhang Dachuan was a little surprised after hearing this: Zhou Qingyu, like himself, was born in a small Xiushan village, so how could he have the opportunity to come into contact with such luxury goods.
After all, I had gone to a provincial capital to attend college, but this girl, in her age, was probably going to a provincial capital for the first time.
Thinking of this, Zhang Dachuan couldn't help but ask Zhou Qingyu:
"Qingyu, do you ever feel that God is unfair?"
"Obviously we are all human beings, so why are some people born with no worries about food and drink, while the likes of us have to rack our brains for a dollar?"
Zhou Qingyu nodded, but still looked happy:
"It's very unfair, but it doesn't matter. No matter how rich they are, they still eat three meals a day, sleep, get angry, and get bullied by people who are richer than them. I feel that everyone is no different. "
Zhang Dachuan continued to ask:
"For example, you and your sister can go to the provincial capital to go to college and have been praised since childhood, but you can only go to high school and work hard to earn money. Don't you think God is unfair?"
Zhou Qingyu thought about it seriously this time and replied after a moment:
"I did think so before, but now I don't think so. Instead, I still think my sister is very pitiful and not as lucky as me."
Zhang Dachuan was surprised:
"She's not as lucky as you, why?"
Zhou Qingyu shook his head and showed a bright smile to Zhang Dachuan:
"Because she missed you, Brother Dachuan, but I am by your side now."
Zhang Dachuan was stunned immediately.
He looked at Zhou Qingyu with some surprise. In this materialistic world, it is rare to have such a character.
Seeing this, Zhou Qingyu stretched out quickly and said:
"Oops, I'm so sleepy. Brother Dachuan, please look at the station. I didn't get a good rest last night, so I need to sleep for a while."
After she finished speaking, she leaned back on her seat, closed her eyes and pretended to sleep, secretly praying that the method Zhao Yu said would work best.
In this way, a few minutes later, Zhou Qingyu, who was "sleeping soundly", tilted his head and leaned on Zhang Dachuan's shoulder.
After waiting for a while, Zhou Qingyu didn't wait for Zhang Dachuan's reminder. He suddenly felt happy and leaned half of his body over.
The train drove smoothly and made a very regular "whirring" sound.
Soon after, Zhou Qingyu, who was pretending to sleep, really fell asleep amidst such sounds.
In her sleep, Zhou Qingyu felt that someone had put a set of clothes on her body, which made her feel a lot more comfortable when she was a little cold, so she hummed happily and fell into a deeper sleep.
I don't know how long it took, but a scream woke her up from her sleep.
Zhou Qingyu rubbed his sleepy eyes and found that he had been pillowing on Zhang Dachuan's thigh at some point, and his cheeks suddenly flew.
She stood up quickly and asked Zhang Dachuan in a daze:
"Brother Dachuan, what happened?"
Zhang Dachuan was thinking about how to develop in the provincial capital. At this time, he was startled by the voice and shook his head in confusion:
"I don't know, someone seems to be sick."
As he said that, the two of them turned their heads almost at the same time and looked in the direction where the exclamation came from.
Then, the two of them saw a girl wearing pink rabbit-ear headphones in the carriage of a gently moving train. She was facing the surroundings and shouting "Help" anxiously.
The tears stained her makeup, making this delicate-looking girl look a little funny at the moment.
Even so, those beautiful facial features are still stunning.
On the seat next to the girl, an old man was lying there, unconscious and spitting out filth from his mouth.
Zhang Dachuan frowned and said casually to Zhou Qingyu:
"It seems he is ill."
