Chapter 13: People who don't want to be slaves

When Aheng held the train ticket in his hand, he had a real feeling.
She was about to leave here, Aheng was relieved and sang joyfully: "Get up, people who don't want to be slaves..."
She hummed quietly, and the young man beside her stood his chin and looked at her like a monster.
Aheng blushed.
"You are out of tune." The boy smiled flatly, took a deep breath, brewed, and exhaled, "Get up! People who don't want to be slaves! That's right."
You... just out of tune...
A Heng sniffed, but didn't dare to refute, she remembered Si Wan's bad temper countless times.
Tickets at ten o'clock at night are still half an hour away.
It is during the Spring Festival travel season, and the waiting room is terribly crowded. Afraid of being stepped on, Yanxi squatted into the corner with Aheng, and the two quietly waited for the ticket check.
"We are going to City S?" Aheng asked the boy in a low voice.
The young man squatted there, his big eyes flashed, and nodded.
"Why?" A Heng was really happy, S City is very close to Wushui Town, only two hours' drive away.
"I had a dream last night. I dreamed of City S." The boy spoke softly, his voice lazy.
"Have you been to City S?" Aheng asked him.
"No." The boy shook his head.
"Then, how did you dream?" A Heng stunned.
"Someone in my dream said to me that there are many beautiful beauties like me, a lot of delicious and a lot of fun." The teenager's mask half-returned, smiled, his lips were ruddy, as if they were coated with honey.
A Heng laughed.
"Passengers on train 313 pay attention, passengers on train 313 pay attention..." sweet female voice.
"It's time to check the ticket." The boy stood up, patted the dust on the backpack with his thick gloves, and slung it on his shoulder.
The backpack, Aheng, was weighed before, but he didn't know what was in it, it was heavy.
She followed the boy and looked around with some rareness. The only means of transportation she has ever taken was the car, and the train was the first time the girl got on the sedan chair.
"Don't look around, there are kidnappers." The voice of the teenager under the mask sounded a little dull.
Aheng retracted his gaze and looked at Yanxi, a little embarrassed.
She... is not a child.
Staff in uniforms, wearing white gloves, stood at the ticket gate. Aheng happily handed the two tickets to the staff. The staff checked the tickets with a smile, and said enthusiastically to Yanxi: "It's the first time for your sisters to go far away. As a sister, you must take your sister with you! "
Half of Yan Xilu's face outside the mask turned black. After taking the ticket, she made no sound and strode towards the platform.
Aheng smiled to the staff, and stumbled behind Yanxi.
It's no wonder that Yanxi looks so beautiful and wears a pink coat. People who don't know him will probably recognize him as a girl. But obviously, Yanxi was not happy.
But she didn't know that Yanxi was more than unhappy, and her anger was rising. He grew up, and the most annoying was that others recognized him as a girl.
A Heng sweated a little when she got out of the ticket gate. She grew up so big that she had never seen so many people. The noisy on the platform, all kinds of people almost overwhelmed her.
It was hard to squeeze into the car in the crowds, but most people were stuck at the entrance of the car, wanting to wait for others to find a seat, and then leave by themselves when they are not crowded. As a result, people have the same heart, and become more and more chaotic.
In this room, A Heng's tears were about to come out, and the tall and strong man beside her stepped on her foot but didn't notice it. She tried to shout a few times, but the carriage was so noisy that the other party could not hear it.
Yanxi leaned against the window, with some gaps, watching A Heng was squeezed so that tears were coming out, and shouted: "Hey, I said that uncle, your feet don't panic!"
The young man's voice was quite high. The fat man heard it but didn't react. He looked at Yanxi's eyes in a daze.
"Damn!" Yanxi was annoyed, cursed, and pulled Aheng's arm to her chest, holding both sides of the window with both hands, arching slightly, leaving a gap for Aheng. Let her stay in her arms.
A Heng suddenly relaxed, and looked down at the cotton shoes. As expected, there was a clear leather shoe print on it. When he raised his head, it was the white and engraved chin of the young man.
The train was swaying, and Yanxi's pink coat sometimes rubbed her nose lightly. It was clean and cold, with a faint milky fragrance. She couldn't hold back and turned red, a little embarrassed.
After about ten minutes, the passengers gradually dispersed, and Aheng sighed.
Yan Xi glanced at her lightly, and started looking for a seat according to the number on the ticket.
"23, 24..."
Aheng pulled the corner of Ra Yanxi's clothes and pointed to the two seats on the left. She felt that Yanxi was obviously relieved.
The boy put his backpack and sat on the seat by the window.
Aheng sat next to Yanxi and looked at his watch. The hour hand was one step away from zero. The carriage gradually became quieter.
The train was banging on the ground, and Aheng felt tired and tired when he heard the wind whizzing by...
When she opened her eyes again, she was already sitting outside Yun's house.
She saw the familiar medicine stove and the old cat fan in her hand. The orange flame was faint, not scorching, not warm, but it seemed to continue to arouse her expectations.
Unable to distinguish the degree of time, the big dog Ahuang in the family lay obediently at her feet, just like her, stopping all the turns in this world. Only the medicine furnace remained in her eyes, waiting for herself to be slowly drowned out by the incense of medicine.
There is nothing wrong with living a lifetime like this.
Persistence and eternity, but a medicine furnace, a fan, without desire, there is no pain and sadness.
In such a huge reality with inertia, she is sure that she is dreaming. But, is her medicine furnace, her Ahuang, her being a dream, or the young man sitting in front of the train window, or the sad thoughts in the ward far away are dreams?
This reality is more illusory than dreams, and this dream is more real than reality. However, no matter how terrified she was in her dream, in Yanxi's eyes, the girl was definitely asleep, cutting off her realistic thoughts.
When the girl slept, she still looked quiet and ordinary, not annoying or likable. Yanxi opened her eyes wide and maintained her complete self.
He had a bad problem when he slept and asked for absolute silence around him. If there is a trace of noise, he would rather keep his eyes open until dawn than try to fall asleep.
He cannot tolerate that when his mind is interrupted and unprepared, others are still thinking and still exist beside him in a sober way, which makes him uncomfortable.
The young man sat there, leisurely looking out the window, watching the whiteness rolling over. Looking at the snow in the train is like this. The small squares look like a kaleidoscope. In the flying scenery, snowflakes make the background.
Suddenly, a soft thing fell gently on his shoulder.
Yanxi frowned. He loathed the intimacy and ambiguous contact. It was not an addiction to cleanliness, but an unconditional rejection in his heart. So, solemnly, the boy straightened the girl's head again.
Fortunately, A Heng slept very honestly, following Yanxi's fixed posture, rules and regulations, no changes.
When Aheng woke up, it was already the morning of the second day, and she rubbed her eyes and looked at Yanxi.
Yan Xi is still the same as yesterday, but there is a faint bloodshot eyes.
"You didn't sleep?" A Heng's voice had a strong nasal sound that had just woke up.
The boy glanced at her and smiled plainly: "Are you awake?"
Aheng nodded.
"I'm hungry." He got up gently and stretched, "Do you prefer ribs noodles or beef noodles?"
A Heng was stunned. She had no particular preference for food, and she spoke casually with some confusion: "Sparerib noodles."
Yanxi looked at Ah Heng, but her big eyes suddenly became kind, hiding her previously fixed sharpness.
Aheng is unclear.
The boy left his seat and returned with a paper bowl in one hand.
Aheng hurriedly reached out to take it, got up and gave up his seat to Yanxi.
Yan Xi chuckled his noodles, his mouth was covered with soup, like a beard. A Heng took a small bite and looked at Yanxi as he ate. The voice of the teenager sucking noodles became louder, with a bad joke.
Passengers everywhere looked at them curiously, Aheng's face flushed.
"It's delicious, I like spare ribs noodles the most!" Yanxi pretended not to see, smiled, and her face became ruddy because of the warmth of the hot soup.
Aheng nodded honestly.
Yanxi has always believed that a common language is most important when people get along. He hadn't found what A Heng had in common with himself before, and he felt a gap in his heart. Nowadays, she also likes pork ribs noodles, so she has a sense of being a gluttonous person in her heart.
Naturally, A Heng didn't know, and Yan hoped to be kind to her only because of a bowl of ribs noodles.
"Snee!" The young man rubbed his nose. He seemed to have a cold again.
He is always afraid of the cold. In winter, he puts on his clothes hard and covers them tightly, preferably with zero air contact. Even so, I still often catch colds, and I won't stop without delaying it for more than ten days.
From S City, there is still a half-day drive.
"You, sleep for a while." A Heng looked at the boy.
Yan Xi shook her head slightly, plain, but stubborn enough to grit her teeth.
"I, looking at the bag, it's okay." A Heng thought the boy was worried about safety.
The teenager ignored it, pulled up the mask, tilted his head slightly to the window, and closed his eyes to rest.
A Heng looked a little embarrassed at the slender eyelashes that the teenager gently closed. After all, he took out the handkerchief, folded it, and nestled it on the outside of his left hand in a cuddling posture.
Compared to putting it on a hard seat, your hands will feel much more comfortable.
The boy's fingertips quivered slightly, but gradually, the fingers slowly relaxed in the state of being placed, sinking into the softness. He seemed to be really asleep.
Aheng looked down at the white jade fingers in the beige handkerchief, and smiled slightly.
At four o'clock in the afternoon, I arrived at the station.
When getting off the train, Aheng thought it was another tough battle, but fortunately, Yan Xi had big eyes and was quite cold when staring, so he made a green light all the way and left the train station smoothly.
The south and the north have a completely different warm atmosphere.
A Heng closed his eyes lightly and took a deep breath, which was familiar moist and sweet. When I opened my eyes again, the graceful style of Jiangnan had been fixed in my eyes.
If the people in City B are too rushed to take care of the flying snow every day, then the people in City S are leisurely enough to work out how to walk in the best posture.
"Now, where to go?" She tilted her head and looked at Yanxi.
"Follow me." He said, looking tired.
Aheng kept up silently, trusting unconditionally.
Yanxi bought the map and pointed to the clear Lake S, "Is there a boat on it?"
A Heng was funny and nodded.
"Is there a bed and breakfast on board?"
"some."
The boy's eyes lit up instantly, and he said enthusiastically: "Really? I thought it only appeared on TV. Let's go."
A Heng frowned and hesitated: "But, if you haven't been on a seat, you will get seasick."
"Is there anything delicious on board?"
Aheng nodded.
"Are there any views?"
Point again.
"Are there any beauties?"
Three o'clock.
"Go fainting." The boy smiled.
The so-called Yanxi, there are three good things in life, one love for food; two love for beauty; three love for beauty. Among these three loves, beauty is particularly important.
It's a pity that life is unsatisfactory. During the eight years of the War of Resistance against Japan, the beauties she liked didn't get her hands. She only married a daughter-in-law who could cook food but was unremarkable. She barely enjoyed the beautiful scenery on the Champs Elysees full of shit.
Of course, this is something.