The most brave system in history
Chapter 642 People in Small Places Live in Extreme Poor Life
jingle bell~~
The alarm clock rang, obviously it was the rest day for the two of them, but an alarm clock was set earlier than the working day - 5 o'clock.
She was in a deep sleep, but was awakened from a sweet dream, she stretched out her arms from the bed in pain, turned off the disturbing bell, turned around and went back to sleep.
He turned over and couldn't open his eyes. After 5 days of work and study like a spinning top, he was exhausted beyond imagination and struggled to get up.
The two slept until they woke up naturally, and woke up just in time for the 10:17 of the train ticket after the rebooking.
Along the way, the two were chatting and laughing, but when the conversation changed, he began to laugh at her hair again. Because she didn't want to have bangs, she lifted them up and waited until they grew longer before they could be put down, but he always laughed tirelessly Her hair is ugly.
She was very angry, thinking that he had repeatedly cut her hair without any explanation, which caused her to have a good hair. No matter how she manages it now, it is not satisfactory.
Angrily, she walked to the other end of the subway to wait for the train, and he was not to be outdone, so he did not go to find her in anger, and the two sat in the front and rear of the train.
She was always clueless and would miss the subway, and this time was no exception.
He called and started asking her why she didn't get out of the car, why she always got in the car.
She also explained aggrievedly that she just didn't pay attention, and immediately sat back.
The road to Tunjing South Station was very winding, and he was a little worried about whether she would make a mistake along the way, and whether she would make it in time, she was always so worry-free.
He was really worried, dialed her phone, and hung up the phone after confirming that the route was correct.Having reached the same goal by different routes, he and she walked to the specific position in the train carriage, looked at each other and sat down with a smile.
As soon as you enter, the open space of the carriage shows various sleeping postures and various sitting postures, all of which are in an inadvertent natural state.
The atmosphere of the green leather train is different from that of the high-speed rail, and there is a sense of gap between modern and modern times.Although we have entered the era of high-speed rail and the green leather trains have gradually faded out of people's sight, we can still experience the various aspects of life by taking a trip once in a while.
The conductor on the train quarreled with the passengers because of the replacement ticket.
"Hello, you need to make up the ticket."
"I got off and made up."
"No, you have to make up now."
. . . . . . . (series of repetitions)
"Then you should make it up for me."
"I'm waiting for an answer over the intercom."
"Didn't you say you could make it up for me?"
"I'm not sure if that seat was given to someone else."
"Then I take my luggage up and down, do you think I'm a donkey?!"
The progress of the times has improved everyone's quality. Although the two became impatient because of the argument, they both suppressed their anger and finally resolved the problem peacefully.
Accompanied by the lively music and funny dialogue, the people in the car also laughed at the same time.There is no deliberate arrangement, but the wonderful one is like listening to double-mouthed cross talk.
People in the middle of the aisle come and go, pushing the conductors with snack carts and people with luggage from time to time to shuttle back and forth.
As the train moves slowly, the carriage is like a stage full of life, full of ups and downs in this world.
Playing card games, eating and chatting, reading and surfing the Internet, the smell of various foods wafting in the car, face-to-face conversations, phone calls and video calls mixed with various dialects of nostalgia.
The train is about to arrive at the station, travelers put on their backpacks, and everyone starts to take their luggage.
"Ouch," an old man stood up slowly, his waist seemed to be a little uncomfortable, and the person next to him gave him a hand.
An old woman couldn't get the luggage on the top, the young man sitting next to her stood up to help her take it off and caringly helped her carry it on her back.
There are more fireworks in the green leather train, and the distance between people is easy to shorten, like the epitome of the life of the parents' generation.
After getting off the car, the hungry two saw a restaurant, decided on it without any hesitation, and walked in.
After ordering local specialties, we sat down and waited.
The next table is a family with a little boy, the little boy is playing with the Thomas toy train, and the grandparents are wearing glasses, dressed in noble clothes, and should be of good background.The little boy was spoiled and arrogant, a little unreasonable, and kept yelling.I wasn't too bothered, so I glared at him, and he restrained himself a little.
The one who served us was also a little boy, also at a carefree age, but he took on the burden early on that he shouldn't have at his age.In his spare time, he quietly does his homework, and helps serve the dishes when his parents are too busy.
Everyone has a different background, a different vision, and a different mission.When we came to this county from the bustling metropolis, we felt very torn. Once we got out of the train station, it seemed like we had traveled back decades.
People in small places spend their entire lives working hard just to integrate and transition to a class that some people are born with at their fingertips.
They will worry about whether they have done meaningful things.But the most important thing for us is money. We have always been afraid of being poor, and our mind is to make money.When I wake up every morning, I just think about earning rent, food, travel expenses, telephone bills, electricity bills, and water bills.
People who come from small places have seen the abyss of poverty, and the panic of poverty and the desire for money will accompany them throughout their lives.
The alarm clock rang, obviously it was the rest day for the two of them, but an alarm clock was set earlier than the working day - 5 o'clock.
She was in a deep sleep, but was awakened from a sweet dream, she stretched out her arms from the bed in pain, turned off the disturbing bell, turned around and went back to sleep.
He turned over and couldn't open his eyes. After 5 days of work and study like a spinning top, he was exhausted beyond imagination and struggled to get up.
The two slept until they woke up naturally, and woke up just in time for the 10:17 of the train ticket after the rebooking.
Along the way, the two were chatting and laughing, but when the conversation changed, he began to laugh at her hair again. Because she didn't want to have bangs, she lifted them up and waited until they grew longer before they could be put down, but he always laughed tirelessly Her hair is ugly.
She was very angry, thinking that he had repeatedly cut her hair without any explanation, which caused her to have a good hair. No matter how she manages it now, it is not satisfactory.
Angrily, she walked to the other end of the subway to wait for the train, and he was not to be outdone, so he did not go to find her in anger, and the two sat in the front and rear of the train.
She was always clueless and would miss the subway, and this time was no exception.
He called and started asking her why she didn't get out of the car, why she always got in the car.
She also explained aggrievedly that she just didn't pay attention, and immediately sat back.
The road to Tunjing South Station was very winding, and he was a little worried about whether she would make a mistake along the way, and whether she would make it in time, she was always so worry-free.
He was really worried, dialed her phone, and hung up the phone after confirming that the route was correct.Having reached the same goal by different routes, he and she walked to the specific position in the train carriage, looked at each other and sat down with a smile.
As soon as you enter, the open space of the carriage shows various sleeping postures and various sitting postures, all of which are in an inadvertent natural state.
The atmosphere of the green leather train is different from that of the high-speed rail, and there is a sense of gap between modern and modern times.Although we have entered the era of high-speed rail and the green leather trains have gradually faded out of people's sight, we can still experience the various aspects of life by taking a trip once in a while.
The conductor on the train quarreled with the passengers because of the replacement ticket.
"Hello, you need to make up the ticket."
"I got off and made up."
"No, you have to make up now."
. . . . . . . (series of repetitions)
"Then you should make it up for me."
"I'm waiting for an answer over the intercom."
"Didn't you say you could make it up for me?"
"I'm not sure if that seat was given to someone else."
"Then I take my luggage up and down, do you think I'm a donkey?!"
The progress of the times has improved everyone's quality. Although the two became impatient because of the argument, they both suppressed their anger and finally resolved the problem peacefully.
Accompanied by the lively music and funny dialogue, the people in the car also laughed at the same time.There is no deliberate arrangement, but the wonderful one is like listening to double-mouthed cross talk.
People in the middle of the aisle come and go, pushing the conductors with snack carts and people with luggage from time to time to shuttle back and forth.
As the train moves slowly, the carriage is like a stage full of life, full of ups and downs in this world.
Playing card games, eating and chatting, reading and surfing the Internet, the smell of various foods wafting in the car, face-to-face conversations, phone calls and video calls mixed with various dialects of nostalgia.
The train is about to arrive at the station, travelers put on their backpacks, and everyone starts to take their luggage.
"Ouch," an old man stood up slowly, his waist seemed to be a little uncomfortable, and the person next to him gave him a hand.
An old woman couldn't get the luggage on the top, the young man sitting next to her stood up to help her take it off and caringly helped her carry it on her back.
There are more fireworks in the green leather train, and the distance between people is easy to shorten, like the epitome of the life of the parents' generation.
After getting off the car, the hungry two saw a restaurant, decided on it without any hesitation, and walked in.
After ordering local specialties, we sat down and waited.
The next table is a family with a little boy, the little boy is playing with the Thomas toy train, and the grandparents are wearing glasses, dressed in noble clothes, and should be of good background.The little boy was spoiled and arrogant, a little unreasonable, and kept yelling.I wasn't too bothered, so I glared at him, and he restrained himself a little.
The one who served us was also a little boy, also at a carefree age, but he took on the burden early on that he shouldn't have at his age.In his spare time, he quietly does his homework, and helps serve the dishes when his parents are too busy.
Everyone has a different background, a different vision, and a different mission.When we came to this county from the bustling metropolis, we felt very torn. Once we got out of the train station, it seemed like we had traveled back decades.
People in small places spend their entire lives working hard just to integrate and transition to a class that some people are born with at their fingertips.
They will worry about whether they have done meaningful things.But the most important thing for us is money. We have always been afraid of being poor, and our mind is to make money.When I wake up every morning, I just think about earning rent, food, travel expenses, telephone bills, electricity bills, and water bills.
People who come from small places have seen the abyss of poverty, and the panic of poverty and the desire for money will accompany them throughout their lives.
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