Chapter 256： No way in the car

Chapter 256 No way to get on the car

"Brother Xiaobai, what should I do?" Li Beibei and Zhang Lanfang were stunned when they looked at the scene in front of them.

"What should I do? Squeeze." Jiang Xiaobai carried a big bag in one hand and took the lead in squeezing forward.

"Uncle Xiaobai, that's not the car door." Li Beibei also carried the luggage and squeezed into it with the strength of milking.

"I know, there is no way to get in the car at this time, I can only find the window." Jiang Xiaobai said.

It took a lot of effort for the three people to squeeze into the carriage.

"Let's give, let's give." Jiang Xiaobai put the luggage in front of him, and then squeezed toward the seat, followed by Li Beibei and Zhang Lanfang, squeezing in a similar manner.

The three people formed a small assault arrow and squeezed forward.

Finally squeezed to the seat, there are already a few people sitting on the seat.

"Sorry, this is our seat." Jiang Xiaobai said, and took out his ticket.

"I'm sorry, it was too crowded just now, so I just sit down, let's let it go." The two middle-aged men sitting in their seats quickly got up and said.

"It's okay, it's okay." Jiang Xiaobai also said with a smile.

Luggage is no longer expected to be placed on the luggage rack, it is already full.

At this time, when people go out, it’s all about how many things they bring, a lot of big bags and small bags.

Like later generations going to school, each person has a suitcase. After going to school, they will buy toiletries. Schools such as bedding and pillows will naturally send them out.

But not at this time. You have to bring your own bedding and the like, as well as change of clothes and the like, and some people even bring some dry food.

"When the train started, I didn't realize it. From then on, my hometown is only winter and summer, not spring and autumn."

Jiang Xiaobai looked at the scenery outside the window, and suddenly thought of a famous sentence in his previous life. Some people said that this sentence was from Zhu Ziqing's "Winter", and some people said that this sentence was from Wu Yingqi's "Hometown".

Jiang Xiaobai didn’t care where it came from, so he just brought it over and sighed.

"Little brother, good literary talent." The middle-aged man standing beside him raised his thumb to Jiang Xiaobai and said.

"I didn't say this sentence, it was a great writer." Jiang Xiaobai said with a smile.

The smile on the face of the middle-aged man slowly stiffened. I just found an excuse to chat, and the students were rigid.

"Hehe, brother, this is going out..." The middle-aged man quickly changed the subject.

"If you understand what you said just now, you should know that I am going to college, and I will only be able to come back during the winter and summer vacations, so in the future, my hometown will only be winter and summer, not spring and autumn."

Jiang Xiaobai said earnestly, and immediately killed God.

"Haha." The middle-aged man turned his face to the other side, and I understood you a hammer, so if I would say something to you, I would be an evil pen.

Jiang Xiaobai is satisfied, I don’t want to chat, I have the ability not to chat. Jiang Xiaobai was ready to squint, and the long journey would not pass the time without sleeping.

"Uncle Xiao Bai, who did you say this just now?" Li Beibei asked curiously.

"Ah..." Jiang Xiaobai was stunned. Seeing the curiosity of Li Beibei's face, there was really no way to go back.

And this is my niece’s generation, and I have to look like an elder.

But the point is that he doesn’t know these words. The middle-aged man turned his head again, and looked at Jiang Xiaobai with a smile.

Don’t be your tortoise-grandson and don’t know, I’ll let you pretend, come on, answer.

Jiang Xiaobai cast a glance at the middle-aged man, then coughed lightly and said, "The specific source of this sentence is no longer exquisite..."

When Jiang Xiaobai spoke, the middle-aged man was stunned. Mad, "I don't know" can still say that.

"Some people say this sentence comes from Zhu Ziqing's "Winter", some people say it comes from Wu Yingqi's "Hometown", but it doesn't matter where it comes from. To dream of the future, to travel alone, to travel more and more roads, and to be farther and farther from home..."

Jiang Xiaobai said, the noise around him slowly lowered.

No matter men, women, young or old on the train, they all have to travel far away, and they can experience this mood more or less.

In addition, at the beginning of school, many people on the train were students, as well as their parents.

Listening to Jiang Xiaobai’s words, many people looked back towards their hometown, and some even shed tears secretly.

Li Beibei and Zhang Lanfang are even more red.

"My parents are here, I will not travel far, but many of us have made the decision that we must travel well..." Jiang Xiaobai continued.

Some people seem to understand, but they probably understand.

"As we grow up slowly, and our parents slowly grow old, when we look back, what we see is the attachment to our hometown, the worry and concern of our parents for their children."

Jiang Xiaobai finished speaking, the carriage was quiet, and after a while, there was applause of "Papa Papa".

"Little brother, good talk, good talk."

"Little brother, you are so right, that's really the way it is." Many people said aloud.

"A little humble opinion, I made everyone laugh." Jiang Xiaobai arched his hands and said.

The middle-aged man on the side wanted to admit that he was a shameless pen, and then talked to Jiang Xiaobai, which was really good.

"I was admitted to the university and went to Jinmen to study. What you said was particularly wonderful, and it also gave a lot of students' opinions."

A student near Jiang Xiaobai stood up and said.

When the people around you heard that they were college students, they were immediately in awe, college students, amazing.

So they inquired about which university they were from, and the students who spoke also proudly said their university.

Slowly the carriage started to become noisy again.

The train slowly drove towards the capital. At this time, the green leather car had not increased its speed, crawling on the rails like a snail.

And it must stop at every station. The train is the main tool for people to travel at this time.

Every time you go through a station, it is a war for people getting on and off the train.

And Jiang Xiaobai knew that the trains in the future would become more and more crowded, especially when the profession of migrant workers officially took the stage.

The annual Spring Festival travel is a war.

For people on the train, crowding and smell are not the most uncomfortable. The most uncomfortable is going to the toilet.

There are many people and luggage, and the whole aisle is full. If you want to go to the toilet once, you have to go over the mountains.

The sky slowly darkened, and the carriage became quiet. There was no other sound except the sound of the train driving on the rails.

Jiang Xiaobai also climbed on the small table and fell asleep.

(End of this chapter)