dance like a butterfly

The train station is crowded with people.Not long after the May Day Golden Week, the station square is still so lively.

The bustling crowd surrounded me and walked forward, and I was confused among the people queuing up to buy tickets. Everything that happened just now was like a nightmare.

Where are the second brother and the eldest brother now?Where is Lao Han now?

Thinking of Lao Han, I shivered.How stupid am I!After I queue up to buy tickets like this, what if Lao Han also comes to the train station?

Quickly squeezed out of the crowd, I came to the ticket refund window in the ticket hall.

The people queuing in front of the window were far fewer than those buying tickets, there were only seven or eight people, and a short woman about 30 years old stood at the end.She was carrying a bamboo basket, in which a two or three-year-old boy was sleeping on his side.Seeing this woman carrying big and small bags, seeing her short sleeves with broken red flowers and bare plastic sandals, and the child's disheveled hair and dirty face, I guess she is a woman from the countryside of Sichuan.Thinking of Mount Emei and Leshan in Sichuan, I turned to her and asked, "Sister-in-law, are you refunding the ticket? Where is the ticket?"

The woman looked me up and down, and she was overjoyed, "Yes, the one from Mianyang! Do you want to say it? The hard seated one."

Just as I was about to talk to her, a fat old man in his 50s in front of her turned around and said eagerly, "Young man, I have a sleeper ticket to Rizhao, the lower berth, and we have less than 40 minutes left to drive." , it’s 20 yuan cheaper, and I’ll give it to you if you want it!”

If a passenger refunds a ticket, the ticket office will charge a 10% refund fee, which is common sense.I have grown up so much, no matter how many times I have taken a car, I have never taken a hard-seat car.

After receiving the ticket from the old man, I only found out when I took out the money that I only had more than 500 yuan on me, my bank card and ID card, and I didn’t even bring my driver’s license.

I smiled wryly, do I still need these things?

Old Han, my love, if there is really an afterlife, then, you must not change your appearance, you must let me recognize you at a glance in the crowd, let us cuddle up and fall in love again, and then Live your life well!

Thinking of Lao Han, the tears could not stop and covered his face again.

After buying a bottle of water, I hurried to the waiting room. Before the 1918 ticket inspection board, passengers had already lined up and waited for the ticket inspection.

"Everyone, now broadcast to find someone, now broadcast to find someone: Comrade Hong Xiaojun, Comrade Hong Xiaojun, please go to the ticket office information desk immediately after hearing the broadcast, someone is looking for you."

Suddenly, the announcer's repeated broadcast sounded in the broadcast that was broadcasting the vehicle status information.

My heart felt hot and cold, someone was looking for me!At this time, who else is there besides Lao Han?

When I heard the broadcast, I was very conflicted. Should I go back with Lao Han?Of course I want to go back!But how could he be with Lao Han again after going back?Although Zhang Ergou was taken away by Zhang Wenqing today, won't Zhang Ergou tell others why he was beaten by his elder brother?This must be an explosive news, how will Lao Han deal with it?I also asked Lao Han how to behave in the future?

It seems that now I can only slip away like a dog with its tail between its legs after being slammed. My dear and beloved brother Han, if I leave you silently, these rumors will die without any evidence. You must Forgive me for such a coward, please don't look for me again!

I really don't have the courage to face Lao Han again.With a shattered heart in my arms, I suppressed thousands of nostalgia and walked towards the ticket gate in the crowd.

At this moment, I vaguely heard a voice shouting in the crowd, "Xiaohui——, Xiaohui—"

It's Lao Han!It's him!Although his voice is no longer loud and clear in this waiting room of tens of thousands of people, and even a little hoarse, how can I hear the voice I am most familiar with wrong?

In front of me was a big man in his fifties with a beard who was half a head taller than me.He was wearing an old-fashioned white undershirt that draped tightly around his muscular body.It was not very hot, but he had a blue and white towel on his shoulders, a white shirt tightly tied around his waist, and an oversized red, blue and white checked nylon woven bag on his shoulders. Pulling a short nylon rope, the other end of the rope is dragging a cardboard box full of things.

I touched his arm and said, "Brother, I don't have any luggage. If you don't worry, I'll help you carry the cardboard box."

The man turned his face, glanced at me, and smiled, "That's a good thing, why worry? They are all worthless things."

He handed the cardboard box to me, saw that I carried it on my shoulder without saying a word, and asked, "Where are you going? Heze? Jining? Or Rizhao?"

If it weren't for the cardboard box covering my face, I wouldn't want to talk to anyone right now.

"Sunshine" I said.

"Same. Are you alone? Why didn't you take anything?" The man lost his luggage, regained his energy, and moved forward slowly, while shaking the slippery nylon bag on his body, with a sideways face, he laughed. asked.

From the accent, one can tell that he is a farmer in the urban-rural junction of the eastern suburbs. This kind of person is very down-to-earth and enthusiastic.

After getting in the car, putting down the things, and returning to my berth, I sat at the window and stared at the trains coming and going, watching the rails stretching into the distance, and then I felt very tired.There was a song by Luo Dayou in the carriage, and I immediately became silly again:

Every time I close my eyes, I think of you,

You are like a beautiful slogan that cannot be waved away.

In this world of critical struggle,

Everyone should learn to protect themselves.

I believe in your fidelity,

Comrade lover.

Maybe I'm not a good example of love,

No matter how you tell the difference, you can't tell the left and right, and you still look forward.

is the pull of an unknown force,

Make you and me lost or find yourself.

let me embrace your body,

Comrade lover.

……

I can't understand how I don't regret it,

Even with the blood, sweat and tears of my youth.

If fate no longer forgives us,

For my soul entered your body,

let me say sorry to you,

Comrade lover.

I haven't heard this rock song for a long time.The era when I was not trusted and could not tolerate each other is far away from me, but at this time, when I think about Lao Han and I, all the sadness hits again.

I know that once I leave, I will never see Lao Han again. Once I leave, my 27-year-old life will come to an end.On the seaside in Rizhao, there will be another unknown dead body, no one will come to claim it, and no one will know who it is.My soul will go with the wind on the blue sea, among the seagulls flying up and down.My soul may be scattered with the wind and cannot be gathered again, but will there be a soul that can come back from thousands of mountains and rivers like a purple swallow, lingering in front of Lao Han for a long time in spring, so that I can always remember his image in the mist?Is there a soul who can still remember the way home, perched on a bush of September chrysanthemums in my old house in Hua County, so that I can see the sun shining on my father's face?Is there still a soul, in the dusk of the drizzle in the phoenix trees, can you see Lao Zuo flipping through our photos under the lamp?

"Master, look, is that woman waving to you?" A student-looking passenger on the opposite bunk patted me on the shoulder.

I followed his gaze, Xueping!It turned out to be Xueping. She frantically shook her arms up and down on the opposite platform, shouting something at me.When I was in a daze at the car window, I was actually seen by the sharp-eyed snow screen!

A train from Wuchang pulled into the station slowly, caught between two platforms, just blocking me.

The car body shook slightly, and the 1918 train I was on started to start.