Jingle bells~~
The alarm clock rang. It was obviously a day off for the two of them, but an alarm clock was set earlier than the working day - 5 o'clock.
She was sleeping soundly, but was awakened from her sweet dream. She stretched out her arms from the bed in pain to turn off the disturbing ringtone, turned around and went back to sleep.
He turned over and couldn't open his eyes. After five days of work and study, he was exhausted beyond imagination and struggled to get up.
The two slept until they woke up naturally, and they woke up just in time to catch up with the 10:17 train ticket after the change.
Along the way, the two of them were talking and laughing, but when the conversation changed, he began to laugh at her hair again. Because she didn't want to have bangs, she lifted them up and let them down when they grew longer, but he always took the trouble to laugh at her. Her hair is ugly.
She was extremely angry, thinking that he had repeatedly cut her hair without any explanation, which resulted in her having good hair that was not as good as she wanted no matter how she took care of it.
She angrily walked to the other end of the subway to wait for the train. Not to be outdone, he was too angry and refused to look for her. The two of them sat at the front and rear of the train.
She was always short of strength and would miss the subway, and this time was no exception.
He called and started asking her why she didn't get out of the car and why she always took the car.
She also felt aggrieved and explained that she just didn't pay attention and immediately sat back down.
The road to Danjing South Station was very winding. Along the way, he was a little worried whether she would go wrong or whether she would make it in time. She was always so troublesome.
He was really worried and dialed her number to confirm that she was on the right track before hanging up. Having reached the same destination by different routes, he and she walked to the specific location of the train carriage, looked at each other and sat down with a smile.
As soon as you enter, the open space of the carriage displays various sleeping and sitting postures, all of which are casual and natural states.
The atmosphere of the green train is different from that of the high-speed train, and there is a sense of gap between modern and modern times. Although we have now entered the era of high-speed rail and green trains have gradually faded out of people's sight, you can still experience all kinds of life by taking a trip once in a while.
The conductor and passengers on the train had a quarrel over the supplementary ticket.
"Hello, you need a replacement ticket."
"I'll stop and make up for it."
"No, you have to make up for it now."
. . . . . . . (a series of repetitions)
"Then you can make it up to me."
"I'm waiting for an answer on the intercom."
"Didn't you say you could make it up for me?"
"I'm not sure if that seat was given to anyone else."
"Then I take my luggage and take it off. Do you think I'm a donkey?!"
The progress of the times has improved everyone's quality. Although both people became impatient because of the argument, they both suppressed their anger and finally resolved the problem peacefully.
Along with the smart music and funny dialogue, people in the car also laughed in unison. There is no deliberate arrangement, but it is wonderful like listening to a cross talk.
People were coming and going in the middle of the aisle, including conductors pushing carts filled with snacks and people carrying luggage from time to time.
As the train moves slowly, the carriage seems to be a stage full of life, filled with the ups and downs of the world.
Playing card games, eating and chatting, reading books and surfing the Internet, the smell of various foods in the carriage, face-to-face conversations, phone calls and video calls mixed with various nostalgia and dialects.
The train is about to arrive at the station, travelers put on their backpacks, and everyone starts to get their luggage.
"Ouch," an old man stood up slowly. His waist seemed to be a little uncomfortable, and the person next to him gave him a hand.
An old woman couldn't reach the overhead luggage. The young man sitting next to her stood up to help her take it down and thoughtfully carried it on her back.
There are more fireworks in the green train, and the distance between people can be easily shortened. It is like a microcosm of the life of my parents' generation.
After getting off the bus, the two hungry people saw a restaurant and decided on this restaurant without any hesitation and walked in.
After ordering local specialties, we sat down and waited.
At the next table was a family with a little boy, who was playing with a Thomas toy train. The grandparents wore glasses and were elegantly dressed. They must have been from a good background. The little boy was arrogant and unreasonable, and kept yelling. I wasn't too annoyed and glared at him, and he calmed down a bit.
The person who served us the food was also a little boy. He was also at a carefree age, but he had already shouldered a burden that he should not have at his age. In his free time, he would quietly do his homework, and when his parents were too busy, he would help serve the dishes.
Everyone has different origins, different visions, and different missions. We came to this county town from a bustling metropolis, and we felt very torn. As soon as we got out of the train station, it felt like we had traveled back in time for decades.
People from small places work hard all their lives just to integrate and jump into the class that some people have within easy reach since they were born.
They will worry about whether they have done anything meaningful. But the most important thing to us is money. We have always been afraid of poverty, and all we think about is making money. When I wake up every morning, I just want to earn rent, food, travel expenses, phone bills, electricity bills, and water bills.
People who come from small places have seen the abyss of poverty, and the fear of poverty and the desire for money will be with them throughout their lives.
