Through the window

Just after the Mid-Autumn Festival, it is not yet late autumn, but the deep coolness in the morning makes people no longer doubt the determination to get cold. The train is K5 15 from Changchun to Shanghai, and it winds south to Xuzhou, and the journey has ended.

The carriage was not very crowded, so I found a seat smoothly. I saw a thin-faced, lean man in his fifties lying opposite, curled up his legs, occupying three seats and sleeping soundly. A chubby woman sat by his leg with a sleepy face. She should be a man's wife. They should have got on the bus last night.

There are two young people sitting in my room. The one on the far right is older, with a white face and stubble on his lips. T-shirt is covered with a shirt of Fang Gezi, facing the sunshine by the window, but his eyes are full of melancholy. The young man in the middle seat, who may be less than twenty, has his left leg pressed against his right leg, his mobile phone on his leg and his head buried. It seems that he has been buried for a long time.

I sit in the leftmost position. Actually, the window seat is mine, but I don't want to disturb them. Looking out the window at vilen running backwards, I realized that I had turned around. I think the train is going north, but it must be going south.

Looking around the carriage, I found a girl of seventeen or eighteen sitting in the diagonally opposite window. She has a round face, a little baby fat, and her skin is not very white, but her eyes are healthy, but her eyes are a little empty, but her eyes are crying and her hair is dark and thick. The black down jacket and the way she looked at the passengers next door told me that she must have come from customs, only once. She must have realized that someone was watching her, so she turned to me. When she touched my eyes, she quickly moved away and lowered her head as if nothing had happened.

This kind of eye contact has been exchanged several times, and I secretly want to laugh and lower my head to guess the girl's life experience.

"I won't change seats with you." Another girl's voice interrupted my thoughts and said to the boy in the middle seat next to me.

"She doesn't want to sit there." Before the young man next to him looked up, another voice came from behind the girl. There is a boy standing behind the girl. Both of them are students dressed in jeans and T-shirts. Girls are slim and symmetrical, boys have small eyes and a little baby fat on their faces.

"This seat is hers." The young man next to him slowly raised his head and pointed to my seat with an impatient look, then pointed to his seat and said to me, "Sit here." Then he squeezed into the aisle.

I had no choice but to move my ass and sit in the middle position. The girl sat in the position before me.

I wonder why this girl wants to sit here. Suddenly, I thought of the girl in the window diagonally opposite. Her eyes drifted past, and she saw that she was putting a baseball cap on her head, then putting on a mask, finally pressing the brim and closing her eyes.

There is no need for my eyes to stay there.

The girl next to me made me a little embarrassed, so I turned my eyes to the window. The late rice has turned yellow, but it is still full of green, which reminds people of mung bean cakes one by one.

"Go back and sit down." The girl next to her said that the baby boy was still standing next to her.

"Just stand here." The boy's tone was awkward, but firm.

"Aren't you tired of standing? Go back and sit down. " The girl's tone began to show impatience.

But the boy is still very firm: "How can I rest assured that you are sitting here alone?" I'll get something. "

The girl seemed speechless, but she never looked up, let alone looked at the boy. Only the chubby woman sitting opposite murmured, "What's to worry about!" " It's a northeast accent.

Soon, the baby boy came back to the girl with a big schoolbag on his back, but the girl still didn't look up at him.

I have understood the reason why this girl should sit here.

My fair lady, my gentleman, my youth without regret. As long as it is not malicious, I admire and support every boy who pursues love, even if it is cheeky.

My eyes turned to the window and caught up with the young man with white skin on the right.

I glanced at his cell phone. I saw 1500 chapters in this novel, including the word "mainland". I knew it must be a fantasy online novel, but because I wanted to strike up a conversation, I casually asked, "What novel did you read?"

"Break the sky." He put the phone down, looked up, rubbed his eyes and said.

"Oh." I've heard about the novel for a long time, but I haven't read it and I don't know the content. I don't know how to continue this topic.

"An early novel." He seems to want to go on.

"Oh, it is quite long. I have read more than a thousand chapters. "

"Yes, my job is very suitable for reading such novels."

"Really, what do you do?"

"dig a well." Obviously, he also felt that these two words could not explain his work, so before I asked him further, he continued to explain, "prospecting."

"Oil?" .

"solid mine." He went on to explain, "There are two kinds of minerals, one is solid minerals and the other is non-solid minerals. Solid minerals include gold, silver, copper, iron and coal. Oil and natural gas are non-solid minerals, and we are responsible for solid minerals. "

I nodded my head.

He went on to say, "The life of prospecting is lonely. A dozen people stayed in the deep mountain plateau for several months at a time, and there was no one in the village. What they should say is finished in a few days, and then there is silence. "

I nodded to show my understanding, but I knew that loneliness was unimaginable.

He went on to say: "such a long online novel is a good way to kill such a long life."

I nodded again.

"I'm thirty-four, but I don't have a girlfriend yet." He continued.

"Why not? Communication is very developed now. "

"Because we often go to places where there is no cell phone signal, and ..." He paused and then said, "We often forget how to communicate with people without talking, and people need to communicate with people constantly."

"This kind of work is hard, but it is also interesting to walk around when you are young." This is my way of comforting people who travel for a long time.

"yes."

I wonder if he really agrees.

"Do you know why gold is so expensive?"

Although his question was abrupt, many answers popped up in my heart. For example, internationally recognized precious metals can be exchanged for money in any country. It's rare, and it has great use value in industry. Women like gold jewelry. But before I could say it, he gave the answer.

"Because a ton of gold mine can only extract 3 grams of gold."

I opened my mouth wide.

? "Have you ever seen a Tibetan antelope? Its horns are beautiful and long. " As he spoke, he gestured with his hand, his eyes intoxicated, as if there were long horns of Tibetan antelope in front of him.

I nodded and said, "I have seen the film Hoh Xil."

Do you know how blue the sky is in Tibet?

Frankly speaking, I don't know, but I heard that the sky in Tibet is indescribable blue, so it's hard to describe.

"It seems that the blue of that day is not true. Lying on the ground and looking up at the sky, you will temporarily forget that you are lying on the ground. It feels like lying in the air, lying in the ocean. Only when you pat the ground beside you will you remember that you are still on the ground. "

I have no doubt about his description.

"But there are also painful altitude sickness. I can't breathe. I can only sleep three or four hours a day. Look at my hair, that's when it fell out. " He raised his forehead with his palm, and the hairlines on both sides retreated a lot from the middle.

The thought of altitude sickness is a bit boring.

"My leg was injured there. I broke five ligaments in an accident, with a broken thigh and a broken calf, and had two operations. "

I was surprised, but his tone was cold, as if talking about other people's legs.

"The doctor said that my physical quality is good. If it were anyone else, this leg would definitely be useless, but I have recovered. It looks no different from ordinary people, but I won't squat. " He gestured with his hand.

"How long have you been working?" I asked.

"Nine years."

"Find a girlfriend early." I kind of want to end this topic.

"Yes, I have to get married. I hurt my leg this time, so I won't have to travel frequently in the future. "

After listening to his words, I was silent. His eyes looked out of the window again, still with melancholy.

At this time, the thin man sleeping opposite woke up, fumbled in his pocket for a while and pulled out a pack of cigarettes.

"How can you sleep so much!" The fat woman patted his leg and murmured.

The man did not speak, and handed the cigarette he pulled out to the woman. The woman took the cigarette and walked sleepily to the junction of the carriage.

"Aren't you tired of standing?" The girl's voice came, and finally looked up at the little fat man next to her.

"Not tired." The boy smiled foolishly, and his tired eyes sparkled.

"Sit down for you." Girls have to make room, and their tone is much softer.

"Sit down, I'm not tired." Boys are very happy.

"I'm tired of sitting and want to stand." The girl's words are a little soft.

The boy was happier, so he sat down and looked up at the girl.

"I will stand there." Say that finish, the girl also came to the junction of the carriage.

The boy's head drooped instantly and his face became fat.

I wanted to laugh, so I turned my face out of the window.

There is a stop ahead, Mingguang Station. Compared with the large platform of modern steel structure, the old platform, mottled brick wall and faintly discernible light blue, like an antique, can take you back to the sixties. The train kept whistling by. It seems to have been forgotten. In fact, it has a history of one hundred years.

The wind is blowing, the treetops on the leaves are shivering, and the still dense green leaves are jumping up and down like flames.

The woman who smokes is back.

"I'm worried that these things will be taken down in the future!" Women seem to be talking to men and talking to themselves.

The man smiled, as if trying to find a way, but he seemed to have a plan.

"Guess how many things I brought?" The man asked the young man next to me, who seemed familiar.

"How much is it?" .

"Beans, tomatoes, eggs ..." Before the boy was surprised, he added, "I also brought two bags of rice, one weighing more than 300 kilograms."

The young man was even more shocked: "You are afraid that you can't buy rice in Changzhou, why?"

"The food over there is not delicious."

"You can't buy real' Wuchang rice' outside."

"Hum ..." Women seem to be very sensitive to the words Wuchang rice.

"The rice I bought there tastes like old grain." At this time, the man's expression may be similar to that when eating old grain. So I can understand why he took two bags of rice all the way.

The man picked up a cigarette, stood up and sat down again.

I remembered the posture of the northeast people sleeping on a hot kang and smoking a big cigarette, so I asked, "Is your life in winter very leisurely?"

The young man next to him leaned out of the window and said, "The same thing, you have to go to work when you go to work."

"At this time, the countryside is very idle." The man answered the interface.

I nodded.

The man went on to say, "Sowing on May 1st and harvesting on November 1st, I was busy for two months from beginning to end, and I was very free at other times."

"Are there many fields?" I asked.

"Even more than 100 mu of other people's homes."

"That's good. Now I am not tired of farming to make money. "

"That's true. If you plant seeds without touching the ground, you will earn 180 thousand a year. "

"The black land in the northeast produces food."

"That's true. An acre of corn can receive three thousand kilograms. "

People are satisfied with the land and crops.

"But not this year." After a while, the man said, "Many places don't need to be collected this year."

"What's the matter?" I don't understand.

"Drought." The young man beside him answered for him.

"Oh." I nodded.

"An acre of land needs 1300 yuan." The man calculated an account. "The cost of seeds and pesticides is 600 yuan per mu, the land contracted by others is 1000 yuan per mu, and the government subsidizes 300 yuan per mu."

I don't know what to say.

The man went on to say, "There will be no good times at this time next year."

I was a little puzzled and listened to his explanation: "What I will spend this time next year is the money I earned this year."

Now I understand.

The man walked to the intersection of cars with a cigarette in his mouth. The woman curled her legs and lay half in the position of the man just now.

"Are you going to Shanghai?" The woman looked at the young man next to her.

"Well, how many stops are there?" The young man asked.

"We will arrive in Nanjing soon, followed by Zhenjiang, Changzhou, Wuxi and Suzhou. After Suzhou, we arrived in Shanghai. " Women look familiar.

"Are you here to see the children?" The young man asked the woman.

"hmm."

"No wonder I'm not tired with so many things."

The woman smiled and didn't answer.

"Is that Nanjing Bridge?" The young man looked out of the window and suddenly asked.

"hmm." I can answer for sure without looking.

"I read it in a book when I was in elementary school." The young man is very excited.

Women also lean towards the window.

I still remember the pictures of Nanjing Yangtze River Bridge printed in primary school textbooks, especially the two red-topped bridges, which I think I will never forget. At that time, this bridge was definitely a national super project.

It's just past Nanjing Station on the Yangtze River. Many people come up and many people go down. The fat boy got off here. The girl sat back again.

The young man next to me seems to be coming to Jiangnan for the first time. He looked out of the window curiously and asked me questions from time to time.

"Your company is in Shanghai?" I asked.

"No, I went to Shanghai to play with my friends."

"Shanghai, I can't think of anything interesting."

"The Bund, the Oriental Pearl ..."

"hmm." I guess he would say that.

It will arrive soon after Nanjing Zhenjiang. The news of getting ready to get off came from the train horn. The train slowed down. I stood up, picked up my luggage, and said to them, "Here I am. I'll go first. "

"Are you going to Zhenjiang?"

"hmm." He didn't ask before, and neither did I.

"Goodbye."

"Goodbye."