A trip at the end of April was not in a hurry, in order to save money, I chose the train as my vehicle Much cleaner than the train. I don't know why. The gate of the train station is being rebuilt. I can't see through the construction board. I can only hear the buzzing sound. I followed the inconspicuous sign and walked into a deep alley. There are people carrying large and small bags. At the end of the alley, I turn around and it is the temporary entrance. I took out my ID card and got on the train after being checked layer by layer. A woman was sitting with her swollen thighs wrapped in flesh-colored stockings dangling in front of my eyes. The woman's right was a woman, and the woman's left was another woman. "Hello, this seat is mine." You sit here, this is my seat" I just got in the car and I had this two-sentence conversation with the woman across from me, so I sat across from her. According to what she said, this is her seat. The three women were out for fun. At the age of 60, I just took out my phone, pulled out the earphones from my pocket, quickly put the music in my ears, closed my eyes, and Dou Wei sang, "Take big steps and rush to find..." with a dazed voice. I fell asleep and woke me up. The conductor wanted to verify my ID card and student ID. The conductor glanced at me twice. I glanced at the student ID card. Graduated." The conductor didn't say anything, and returned the ID card and student ID card to the woman across from me. He took out a black plastic bag from his schoolbag and put it on the small table. The juice overflowing from the thick lips filled the mouth and was about to flow to the neck. The woman wiped the neck with the palm of the other hand, and then put it on the swollen thigh wrapped in flesh-colored stockings, and then another mouthful of melon. I hurriedly closed my eyes and sat up straight. When the food cart passed by, I heard the women meeting together to talk about bubble noodles. Soon after, I smelled the fragrance of bubble noodles. I licked my lips with my tongue, and then I swallowed and spit it out without opening my eyes for a while. The sucking sound finally disappeared. The women went to the toilet. I took the opportunity to open my eyes and took out the dry bread from the luggage. I chewed it, and it was tasteless. I didn't want to eat any more.There was nothing to eat in the luggage. The woman returned to my seat on the way to my bread and took out a bag of squeezed buns from her school bag. "Students come to eat a bun" "No, thank you," I hurriedly swallowed The dry bread stuck in my throat refused the compressed cold buns that were crawling and wrinkled, and I picked up my luggage and still couldn't find any buns' aroma and broke into my nostrils, so I had to stand up and run to the toilet to take refuge and come back again When we got to the seats, the women were already resting. The small table was filled with buckets of instant noodles with melon rind and plastic bags with a few slices of leeks stuck to it. Seeing that the seat across the aisle was empty, it should have been the last stop. I got off the bus. I changed my luggage and sat down. In a place relatively far away from women, I was afraid that they would take something out of their schoolbags to watch Minari tell the story of Korean culture in a foreign land before the Oscars. Taking advantage of the time on the train to take advantage of this classic, I was soon immersed in Ang Lee's lens after watching the train. The wonderful movie will be changed quickly by time. At the end of the story, I haven't completely returned to reality from the lens. I just sounded the warning tone that was ready to enter the station. At the hub station, many people were waiting in front of the car door to get off. A person less than 1.5 meters tall appeared in my field of vision. From his black face, I was not sure that he was a child. Still a patient with dwarfism, I was amazed that the huge snakeskin bag he carried on his back was half a head higher than his untidy hair. The mask almost blended with his charcoal face. The little blue and black hand described was leaning on the seat, hunched over and waiting to get out of the car, "Hey boy, you have a mask in your bag. Did you get a new one for him?" It was the voice of a woman wearing flesh-colored stockings. The woman handed him a brand new one. One side is like a blue sky and the other is like a white cloud mask. He squeezed the straps on both sides and put the new mask on his face with the blue sky and the white cloud on the face. He put it on the face that hasn't taken off the old mask. Take down the old ones" the women motioned to him and he just stood there with the giant snakeskin bag on my back I stared at his dodging eyes I stared at the grey eyes he kept dodging and finally looked at the train floor I... women I rushed to his side, took off the new mask, took off the old mask, put on the new mask, and helped him fasten the nose on the mask. Finally, I smiled with satisfaction. I don't remember what the woman said later. I only remember being a woman. When he rushed to his side, his eyes were still looking at the ground, he stood still and didn't say a word. I saw his face with the mask off.I can't tell if it's a boy of sixteen or seventeen, or a man in his forties or fifties. He's like everyone I've ever seen. The train is coming in. I get off the train. Countless people are staggering in this hub, looking at the crowd. I see it again. The woman in the flesh-colored stockings and the snakeskin bag he hurriedly chased after them as if he wanted to look at them again, but he couldn't see anything. The energy provided by the dry bread should have been exhausted. With strength, I took a taxi. "Where are you going?" "Is there any place that sells buns around here?"
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