Chapter 6 Banbiao - On the train

Our sleepers faced each other.He arrived first.He was messing with the waiter when I went in; I couldn't fix it.I bought the one that goes along the front of the car, and his is naturally along the rear of the car.He insisted on my one, and within two minutes after I went in, I was already familiar with this sentence: "Which way the car is going, which one do I want!" There is a number on which one Zhang sleeps in!" It just depends on whether I give in or not.I told the waiter: "It's the same wherever I am." He repeated it to me again: "Wherever the car is going, I will sleep on that side!" "I can do somersaulting!" I said with a smile.

He didn't smile, but blinked his eyes for a while, as if looking at me a little strangely. He is about fifty years old, not tall, with a long face, a bare mouth, and his lips can't cover his teeth a little bit; his teeth are very long and white, but the root of his teeth is a little yellow, his head is shaved brightly, and his eyes are fixed upwards for a while. , as if thinking about something that is not very important and unwilling to ignore the past.After thinking about it for a while, he touched his luggage or took out his pocket, and the expression on his face became calmer.His clothes are all made of silk, not fashionable but rather well-behaved.

By the way, I found out his personality from his clothes, there are certain particulars and rules in everything, and I can't change it at all.The sleeping berth must be the one in front, no matter it is his order or not. After the car drove away, the waiter came to spread the blankets.He protested again that his pillow had to be by the window.During this protest, his expression and words were very severe and dignified.It was his rule that the pillow must be placed by the window, and it was also his rule that the waiter must be treated like a gentleman.I see that. As soon as the car arrived in Fengtai, he told the waiter: "Tell me when you arrive in Tianjin!"

Looking at his luggage and his demeanor, he doesn't look like someone who is traveling for the first time. I wonder why he is so early in making arrangements for Tianjin.After another stop, he asked again.The waiter told him: "We won't arrive in Tianjin until three o'clock." This turned him over again: "I tell you, you have to remember!" When the waiter went out, he added: "Bastard!" After scolding the waiter's bastard, he smiled at me; luckily I wasn't wearing that blue shirt, so he smiled at me to show that I'm not a bastard.After laughing, he cupped his hands again and asked me "what's your surname?"After staying for a while, he asked me again: "Where are you going?" I told him and asked him by the way.He hesitated for a long time, smiled, and fixed his eyes for a while: "It's nothing!" It's not like a sentence.I can see that this guy is full of clues and secrets.Don't say your surname, occupation, and destination casually during the trip; you are afraid of meeting a hero in the green forest; this guy's era is still the era of the era.I couldn't help myself laughing for a long time.

When he arrived at the corridor, he told the waiter: "When you arrive in Tianjin, let me know!" "It's more than one o'clock!" The waiter gave him a look. This time, he didn't scold "you bastard", he just fixed his eyes for a while.Confused, he slowly and gently took out a bunch of small boxes from under the shop: a box of rice, a box of fried fish, a box of pickles, and a box of fried meat.He asked the waiter to bring boiling water, rinsed the rice twice, then poured boiling water on it to make soup, and slapped it very quickly and loudly for a while.After a while, I secretly picked up a piece of fish, sucked it carefully, and threw the fishbone under my bed after sucking.He regained his composure a little bit, put the fried meat on the rice, and there was another burst of extremely fast and extremely loud noises.His head was sweating.Call the waiter for a hand towel.After eating, I tidied up all the things in the small box with chopsticks, smelled them all, put them solemnly under the bed, and called the waiter to wipe them with hand towels.After wiping his face, he took out a silver toothpick from his bag, picked his teeth carefully, and when he reached a certain point, he burped deeply and fullly.

"Are you coming to Tianjin soon?" This time he was asking me. "It's not very clear." I also have a score this time. "Maybe it's the first time you're going out, bro? I come and go often!" The corners of his eyes showed contempt for me. "Hey," I laughed, "I know everything except Tianjin!" He was in a daze for a long time, but didn't say anything. Check tickets.He gets busy.He took out an unknown number of scrolls from his body, looked at them one by one, then put them away one by one, took them out from the deepest part of his clothes, and then sent them back to the deepest part. I wondered if there were several meat bags on his chest.Finally, he took out his wallet, which was thick and old, bound with a chicken-gusset ribbon.From here, he took out the ticket, and then took out a roll of paper, and took out two large sheets of paper stamped with bloodshot Hula's red seal from the roll.One is written - I don't know - like Mongolian, and the words on that one are in Sanskrit, I can't tell.Putting the ticket on his lap, he looked at the two papers carefully, and I understood: the ticket is half-price, and it must have something to do with the two papers that were almost written by Li Baizui.The ticket inspector came in, and sure enough, he handed over the ticket and the watch.

Next time I will take the train again, I decided at that time, it would be no wonder if I took a few files from the Peking Library! The car was about to arrive in Tianjin, and he was so busy that he didn't know what to do, his eyebrows were wrinkled, his long teeth were bared, he came out and went in and asked, "Is Tianjin?" as if he was afraid that Tianjin would be lost.The waiter had sworn to tell him: "That's right, Tianjin!" He continued to inquire.After entering the station, he hurriedly wanted to get off, but he didn't dare to jump out of the car, walked to the car door and came back.As soon as he came back, the car stopped, and he ran out quickly again, just to meet the passengers and porters who came up, and no one gave in, and they fought fiercely.While holding back, he saw the person he wanted to meet on the platform.He opened his mouth like a bottomless pit, and shouted desperately, "Old Feng! Old Feng!"

Elder Feng shook the paperwork in his hand, he smiled; he slackened a little when he smiled, and was stretched by the porters squeezing against the car window.After tensing for a few minutes, he got out.Look, they arched and bowed all the way, grabbed Feng Lao with both hands and let him get into the car, as if they were at his home, bumping and pulling, and after a lot of hardships, he pulled Feng Lao up.I was busy pouring tea, and splashed the bottom of the tea on my feet. After sitting down, Mr. Feng reported in detail: After receiving his letter, he went to various places to pick up the documents, and then took them to buy tickets with a 25% discount.Just like the Fanbiao he holds, he can only make a ticket for this route; he himself makes a ticket for Tianjin and Beining Road; That's all, just stop at Pukou to get a reduced-price ticket.After saying this, Mr. Feng handed over the documents. This is from Jinpu Road, and that is from Jinghu Road.This time I was very disappointed, there is no Tibetan language.There are a lot of sheets, all of which are stamped with big red seals. If he is willing to sell them, I thought to myself, I really want to buy two of them and keep them as historical materials.

He was very grateful to Mr. Feng, and put all the paperwork and tickets in the deepest part of his clothes, and then found a pear from under the pillow, which he insisted on giving to Mr. Feng to eat.From the conversation between the two of them, I can hear that he seems to be from the judicial circle, and he seems to be the county governor. I can't figure it out, because every time Mr. Feng wants to draw on certain things, he will be confused. I glanced and diverted the conversation.As soon as Mr. Feng asked how the situation in Tang County was, he quickly asked Fifth Sister-in-law how is it?What Mr. Feng asked was fruitless, but I understood how many people there were in Mr. Feng's family.

Finally, when the car was about to leave, Mr. Feng bid farewell, bowed and bowed all the way, and sent it down in person, and asked Mr. Feng to take the pear home and give it to Xiao Liuer to eat. As the car drove away, he slapped on the glass and shouted, "Save fifth sister-in-law!" When the car got out of the station, he smiled, took out old and new documents, and sorted them out carefully.After tidying up, he collected himself for a while, and called the waiter: "Come to Pukou, let me know!" In the first issue of "Talking the Wind" in October 1936