Chapter 103

Chen Hansheng bought a large bag of snacks and was ready to enter the station. Shen Youchu knew that Chen Hansheng was going to Sichuan and Chongqing, too. She was stunned and didn't respond.

"In short, I have to go. It doesn't matter if I'm late or early."

Chen Hansheng pulled her forward. After getting on the bus, Shen Youchu found that it was not a hard seat or a hard sleeper, but a soft sleeper with four people in a room.

Shen Youchu had never sat in a hard sleeper before. He was a little frightened when he upgraded to a soft sleeper.

She gently touched the white bed, only dared to sit on half of her ass carefully, and supported it on both sides with both hands.

Chen Hansheng couldn't see it anymore: "are you worried about collapsing the train?"

"No, No."

Shen Youchu raised his head and said nervously, "it's too expensive."

"Don't panic. You'll have to fly in the future." Chen Hansheng said with a smile.

Chen Hansheng didn't have any sitting posture. He carelessly took off his shoes and lay down in the lower bunk. He took the quilt as a pillow, his feet tilted on the edge of the bed and read the newspaper leisurely.

Wang Zibo had never taken a train before. His scope of action was limited to Sudong Province, so he ran to the folding chair in the corridor outside and focused on the scenery along the way.

Shen Youchu slowly adapted later. She also took off her shoes, sat on the bed, hugged her knees with both hands and recited the English textbook silently.

Chen Hansheng feels very strange. Shen Youchu seems to spend a lot of time watching English.

"Why do you always look at this?"

"My English is poor."

Shen Youchu whispered.

Chen Hansheng suddenly became interested: "how many points do you get in English in the college entrance examination?"

Shen Youchu hung his head and didn't answer.

"Say, even a zero point is not shameful."

Chen Hansheng put down the newspaper and asked.

"Just, it's zero."

Shen Youchu held his knees tighter: "on the day of the English test, grandpa died. I stayed at home with my mother-in-law."

The carriage suddenly quieted down. Wang Zibo also heard this conversation outside. He said calmly, "if you add English, you can go to Dongda."

Chen Hansheng took out his snacks and said to Wang Zibo, "go open the water and soak three bowls of noodles."

After Wang Zibo left, Chen Hansheng closed the door of the box and sat in front of Shen Youchu: "do you miss grandpa?"

"Yes."

Shen Youchu raised his head. Tears fell on the sheets like pearls, both recalling the thoughts of his relatives and the helplessness of missing the fate change of the English exam.

Chen Hansheng helped her dry her tears, grabbed Shen Youchu's small feet and put them in the palm of her hand. Her socks were a little thin, and there were dense needle and thread marks on her feet. It seems that they have been repaired many times.

Shen Youchu was embarrassed to shrink back. Chen Hansheng didn't give it. Instead, he gently rubbed it until the temperature of his feet slowly increased. With it, a warm current rushed into Shen Youchu's heart from the bottom of his feet.

"Is it better?"

Chen Hansheng asked.

"Thank you, thank you."

Shen Youchu stared at Chen Hansheng.

"You're welcome."

Chen Hansheng wiped his hands with disgust on his face: "but you have to wash your feet more. It stinks."

Shen Youchu shyly retracted his feet into the quilt and whispered, "it doesn't smell."

After opening the door, Wang Zibo has prepared instant noodles, and Chen Hansheng greets Shen Youchu for dinner.

Shen Youchu still didn't forget the steamed bread she brought. It was so cold in Jianye that the steamed bread had long become cold and hard. She pulled it into small pieces and put them into instant noodles and ate it with noodle soup.

Seeing that Chen Hansheng and Wang Zibo were staring at themselves, she whispered, "I, I want to eat steamed bread."

Chen Hansheng sighed. He also took two steamed buns and handed them to Wang Zibo: "it's solved at noon. The more you drag, the worse it tastes."

Wang Zibo didn't refuse. He grabbed the steamed bread and stuffed it in the instant noodles. After snoring, Chen Hansheng took Wang Zibo to the place where the carriage connected with the carriage to smoke.

"Unexpectedly, Xiao Shen is a poor man."

Wang Zibo shook his head and said, "just his character is too good. Xiao Chen, you always meet good women."

Chen Hansheng smiled, "I didn't say no to a bad woman."

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It's easy for people to sleep on the train. Listening to the sound of "bang, bang", coupled with their own swing attribute, Chen Hansheng and Wang Zibo talked about some things in their hometown and fell asleep unconsciously.

Until someone opened the car door, Chen Hansheng opened his eyes vaguely and walked into a female college student.

In her early twenties, she was not tall or short, with a beautiful face and small air bangs. After she came in, she took a look, and then tiptoed to put the package on the luggage rack.

However, the luggage rack was a little high. She raised it several times and didn't put it on it. Shen Youchu put down his book to help. Chen Hansheng shouted with sleepiness: "Zibo, get up and help."

Wang Zibo was also sleeping. After being woken up, he rubbed his eyes, jumped out of bed and helped the female college students put their luggage on.

"Thank you, Timothy."

Female college students politely thanked, but they also had a Sichuan Chongqing accent: "what university are you from?"

Chen Hansheng doesn't want to talk to him when he sleeps. Shen Youchu has no social ability. Finally, Wang Zibo can only stammer.

Unexpectedly, the two talked very well. When Chen Hansheng opened his eyes, it was already the evening. The dark sunset hung far away in the sky. The sunset sprinkled on the corridor through the window, but it was not hot for a while.

The train passed by the roadside villages and hills without stopping. Chen Hansheng felt a pity that time passed in a hurry and was difficult to grasp.

"Xiao Chen, this is Huang Hui, a senior at Sudong University of science and technology. He has found a good job in Jianye."

Wang Zibo said.

"Oh."

Chen Hansheng said a stuffy hello. Wang Zibo and Huang Hui chatted with a few dogs. The door was open. All the air conditioners ran into the carriage. When they woke up, their noses were blocked.

He glanced at Shen Youchu again. The little girl wrapped the quilt tightly around her and read an English book. If her character is not too excessive, she will only bear it silently.

"Would you like hot water? I'll pour it for you."

Shen Youchu saw Chen Hansheng wake up and asked in a low voice.

Chen Hansheng didn't say a word. "Pa" slammed the door of the carriage, scaring Wang Zibo and Huang Huiyi, who were sitting in the corridor chatting.

"Xiao Chen, can't you keep your voice down?"

Wang Zibo opened the door again and said discontentedly.

Chen Hansheng was angry: "if you want to pick up girls, just soak in the corridor. Open the door and broadcast it live?"

After scolding, Chen Hansheng went to smoke with a lighter and closed the door.

Huang Hui's face was said to be a little ugly. She had noticed that Shen Youchu was probably a little cold, but chatting behind closed doors was a little depressed, so she didn't point it out.

"You are a little grumpy." Huang Hui said.

In fact, Wang Zibo was a little flustered, but he waved his hand to save face: "Xiao Chen has such a dog temper. I'll go and have a look."

"Well, I think you're afraid of him. Students should get along equally."

Huang Hui suddenly said behind her back.

Wang Zibo paused and turned his head to explain seriously: "he and I are not ordinary classmates. We have known each other since we were 4 years old."

"Oh, then hurry." Huang Hui smiled kindly.

Wang Zibo came to the smoking area next to the toilet. Chen Hansheng had finished smoking half of them.

"Can't you save me some face, yelling in front of outsiders."

Wang Zibo grabbed the cigarette and said.

"Why, do you like that girl?"

Chen Hansheng handed over the lighter.

"No, I just feel that you don't respect me in front of girls."

Wang Zibo hammered Chen Hansheng on the shoulder.

"She's just a passer-by. It doesn't matter if she gets off the train."

Chen Hansheng pointed to the direction of the carriage: "but Shen Youchu is my sharp heart. If you freeze her like that, I can't be angry?"

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