Chapter 1183

Shen Dapeng didn't notice that when she said these words, Wang Yuying quietly lowered her head and quickly flashed a blush on her face.

At this time, she didn't hear the words behind Shen Dapeng, and her heart jumped like a little rabbit.

"Just know to coax the girl, who doesn't know you..."

Wang Yuying gently pushed Shen Dapeng, his tone was much softer, and there was a faint expectation in his eyes.

At Shen Dapeng's age, how can he not feel the kind of thing in Wang Yuying's eyes? He was stunned for a moment and soon smiled with relief, "OK, no kidding, I should buy a ticket."

Wang Yuying felt a little about herself, which Shen Dapeng could feel, but she had a heart for a long time.

Besides, Wang Yuying's smile reminded Shen Dapeng of Wang Xueying, who had no news yet, and his heart sank faintly.

"Buy a ticket?" Wang Yuying returned to her senses and stared at Shen Dapeng puzzled.

"I'm going back to the capital tomorrow. School will begin soon." Shen Dapeng smiled faintly.

Wang Yuying lowered her head, soon raised her head and looked at Shen Dapeng with a smile, "then I wish you a pleasant journey!"

With the same smile, Shen Dapeng waved goodbye to Wang Yuying, turned and strode out of the gate of the food factory.

And his heart can't forget that the moment Wang Yuying bowed her head just now, a trace of loss in the bottom of her eyes.

Shen Dapeng looked at the traffic flow on the street and breathed a long sigh of relief. Wang Xueying appeared in his heart again.

This strange elf girl seems to have evaporated from the world. She hasn't heard any news for more than ten days, which makes Shen Dapeng very worried.

After all, she disappeared because of herself. It was her own unintentional intention that completely broke her heart. She disappeared without a word of farewell or any sign.

Shen Dapeng knows that feelings cannot be forced. He has always regarded her as her sister, but Wang Xueying is stubborn again and again. Her heart has long been unable to accommodate others. For this, Shen Dapeng has no way.

There is no way, which doesn't mean that Shen Dapeng lets it go and doesn't care.

The outside society is so complicated. A young girl runs away alone. If something happens, maybe Shen Dapeng can't forgive himself all his life!

When we arrived in the capital, it was time to inquire about Wang Xueying.

Shen Dapeng sighed, thinking silently in his heart, and rushed to the railway station.

At Qingshu county railway station, Shen Dapeng stood at the crowded entrance with his bag on his back, waiting for ticket check-in.

Last night, my mother just stuffed some food into her bag. She said that the things on the train were expensive and that she could eat and take things when she was hungry. She didn't have to spend those wronged money. The whole Shen Dapeng's backpack was very heavy.

Because it was a station built in the last century, there were only two entrances, and the speed was very slow. Shen Dapeng lined up in the back for most of the day, and only advanced a few meters. Sometimes he looked forward impatiently.

There used to be two ticket inspectors at the entrance, which is supposed to be very fast. Now, there are two uniformed station managers at each entrance, holding an instrument in their hands.

Before checking in, each passenger should be photographed on his forehead by the instrument in the hands of the management personnel, and then look at the data display on the instrument.

After this, passengers can check in and pass through the ticket gate.

And the staff who were busy with the inspection, everyone wore masks and looked like they were ready.

No wonder the travel speed is so slow. Originally, we had to check everyone's temperature to see if it was normal. What the staff held in their hands was a thermometer specially for checking body temperature.

Shen Dapeng remembers that when SARS was at its worst in the previous life, there was panic everywhere. The scene of careful inspection at various bus stations and railway stations, including the airport, was much stricter than now.

After the inspection, Shen Dapeng got on the train with a heavy backpack through the ticket gate, found a seat, settled everything, and sat down in a mess. Only then did he breathe a long sigh of relief.

Glancing at the carriage at random, I saw that many people were wearing masks on the train to Beijing. Some people passed Shen Dapeng and saw that he didn't wear a mask, so they accelerated their pace and passed him quickly.

It seems that Shen Dapeng is the God of plague and can't avoid it.

Shen Dapeng can't cry or laugh. Is it difficult that he doesn't wear a mask or has SARS? But when you think about it, it's understandable.

In previous lives, SARS was a super severe disease. It spread very quickly. After being infected, many people died without cure, although they tried their best to rescue them. Even some doctors were infected during treatment and lost their lives.

It can be seen how terrible this disease is.

Although this is not the worst time of SARS, through what he saw, he has felt a tense atmosphere filled the carriage.

"Dear passengers, welcome to take this train. The terminal of this train is Beijing. If passengers feel unwell or have fever and other symptoms during taking this train, please contact the steward on our train immediately. Thank you for taking this train and have a good trip!"

Shen Dapeng was thinking about SARS in his previous life. He heard the clear voice of the announcer on the train radio, and the notice was three times. His ears were about to grind out a cocoon.

If anyone really has a fever and a cold, tell the steward, don't mention to the capital. It's estimated that he will be taken away at the next station?

Shen Dapeng thought about the notice on the radio and couldn't help thinking.

"Come on, come on, give way, everyone give way..."

At this time, there was a sudden cry in the carriage where Shen Dapeng was located, which made people all over the carriage stretch their necks and look at it.

Shen Dapeng didn't know what had happened, so he turned around and looked at the corridor behind him.

Standing or sitting in the aisle are some passengers who bought station tickets without buying a seat ticket, so it's a little crowded. Shen Dapeng looked down the crowded crowd and saw that in the back aisle, a man and a woman, two flight attendants, one left and one right, driving a middle-aged man to this side. While walking, he motioned the passengers in the aisle to make room for them to pass.

Although the two flight attendants were wearing masks, Shen Dapeng could see from their look and tone of voice that they were very nervous.

The middle-aged man looked weak, his face flushed, his eyes swept the people around him, and then he bowed his head powerlessly. It seemed that he did have some discomfort.

Judging from the red face of the middle-aged man, this man should have a fever, Shen Dapeng thought.

One of the flight attendants supporting the middle-aged man seemed to suddenly remember something. He quickly touched it in his pocket, but he didn't seem to find what he thought. He quickly patted the next flight attendants and pointed to his mask.

Another steward immediately responded, took out a mask from his pocket with one hand and put it on the face of the middle-aged man.