Nice to meet you, Zhu Yuntao

"Boom!"

After a thunderstorm, there was the sound of crackling rain and the whistling wind.Immediately afterwards, there was a violent storm, lightning and thunder, and with a "click", a bolt of lightning tore the night sky apart, and the room was immediately illuminated by a purple glow, just like daytime.

After a short "day", amidst the rumbling thunder, I realized that all the lights in the room had tripped due to the flash of light and current just now.Just right, I don't have to turn off the lights, it's really perfect.

The dimly lit room is like a steam train running "chih chih chih" going nowhere amidst the low thunder and the tremor of the earth.

The train was running "嘿嘿嘿嘿咚咚", and the gap between the wheels and the rails collided with the sound of "Keng Dang, Dang Dang".I stood in the middle of the car, facing the dark wall of the car, without speaking.

"Weixian is here! Weixian."

A sharp siren passed by, and the train gradually slowed down.Passengers carrying burdens were crowded and talking about where "Weixian" is.I stood where I was, still not moving.

"Is the next stop Jiaozhou or Jimo?"

"Heh, it's far away from Jiaozhou."

"Soon.—almost there!"

People were clamoring, and there was dampness in the stuffy compartment.

"Anyone see my brother? Anyone!"

Suddenly, a young man squeezed through the crowd holding a photo, and anxiously asked the surrounding passengers for information.

"Uncle, have you seen my brother?" The young man's voice gradually became hoarse, "—does anyone know where he is! He's on this train, has anyone seen him?"

"Try calling him by his name!" Someone in the crowd reminded.

"I've shouted, but I don't respond!" the young man said desperately.

"Which compartment are you calling? Try again!" the man encouraged.

"Zhu Yuntao—! Where are you?"

........................

("What?")

"Zhu Yuntao! Did you hear that? Where are you!"

("I, I'm here!")

"Yuntao! - I heard a promise!"

I waved vigorously and broadly at my brother, wanting him to see where I was.But the elder brother didn't notice my signal, he was still stopping and inquiring about the passengers around him.I went through the crowd and rushed to my eldest brother, wanting to give him a sincere hug; however, my outstretched arms failed to meet him, and he walked past my eyes, and continued to look for the next carriage. With a hoarse voice, calling my name.

What's going on, brother can't see me?

"Brother!" I shouted towards his back.However, the eldest brother did not respond, and even the passengers did not hear my voice.

"Brother, I'm here!" I yelled loudly, trying to get his attention.

no answer.The train whistle sounded, the train started again, and the passengers returned to the carriages.Except for the distant and loud "Zhu Yuntao", everything is the same as before.

"Could you stop my brother?" I tried to talk to the passengers around me.

However, no one could hear me.I shouted anxiously, but there were waves of echoes in the air.

At some point, I found myself curled up in a hard suitcase, and through a crack in the planks, I saw two bandy, cloth-wrapped legs dangling before my eyes.Next to them was another pair of legs in ragged clothes and boots. On these legs, where I couldn't see them, there were many mouths, which were negotiating back and forth in various languages ​​that I couldn't understand.

Every now and then, the wooden box that contained me was kicked in the leg by one of the group.Or they opened the wooden box directly, grabbed me up, and after a grinning examination, threw me back into the wooden box roughly. I was like a commodity, used as a bargaining chip for strangers, they talked My price, push me around.

I heard an old voice, unwilling but helpless.

I saw a familiar figure standing outside the carriage, as if he had forgotten the indignation at the moment, leaving only indescribable shock.

When I opened my eyes again, I was surrounded by the walls of the train compartment, and a delicate lamp was sitting on the corner of the mahogany square table near the writing side.

I am like a mass of air, unable to speak or hear, I just exist in this well-decorated box.I don't know the old elder in front of the square table, I just feel as if I heard a passage; but I clearly remember the familiar and thin figure in the corner, I have seen him before.

He stood up abruptly, clasped his hands on the table, and looked directly at each other angrily.

The old man opposite the square table leaned back slightly and leaned on the back of the chair.

He stretched out his hand and pointed out the window, angrily reprimanding some people for their behavior. I saw the strong and distinct veins on the back of his hand.

The old man sighed and shook his head.

Tears welled up in his eyes.He smashed open the door of the compartment, walked along the aisle, and rushed straight to a carriage at the rear of the train.

The shadows of the crowd of onlookers still lingered in place.

I don't know when, I have already stood in front of everyone.Two people I don't know are handing over a rope. One end of the rope is handed over, and the other end is tied to my ankle.

I shouted hard, but I couldn't make a sound; I struggled, but the hands tied behind my back made me lose my balance. I fell to the ground with a "boom", and my forehead hit the edge of the wooden box, drawing a wound .I gritted my teeth and felt a warm flow from the forehead through the bridge of the nose to the eye area. I gradually felt dizzy and couldn't open my eyes. I could only hear the sound of wheels vibrating on the rails.

I called my brother's name and called my grandfather, but there was still no response.

There was a sudden silence all around, and I was pulled up by force, pushing and shoving towards the depths of the carriage.

Silent, hollow and deep, I seemed to have fallen into a bottomless abyss, like a tiny stone being thrown into the sea from a high place.

don't... i don't want to leave...

Somebody help me... Can anyone hear me? ...

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