Luo Hui got on the train without waiting long in the waiting room.
The ticket Uncle Yingxiong got for him was just a simple hard seat, the kind where five people could sit in a small space, and sitting with Luo Hui was a man in his forties with messy hair and yellow teeth.
There was a middle-aged uncle, and across the street was an elderly couple with their ten-year-old grandson.
Luo Hui didn't have any discrimination against other people. He just slept on his own and didn't care who was sitting next to him.
But just because he can endure loneliness does not mean that others can endure loneliness.
The elderly couple and grandson opposite were all asleep, but the middle-aged man in his forties who was sitting with Luo Hui suddenly said: "Hey, brother, where are you going?"
Luo Hui opened his eyes and heard the place written on the train ticket, so he said: "Qiyang City."
"Oh...brother, what a coincidence, I'm also in Qiyang City." The middle-aged uncle said loudly in surprise.
Most of the drowsy people in the carriage were awakened by the voice of the middle-aged man with a big mouth and big teeth, and many people suddenly became quite dissatisfied.
But the middle-aged uncle didn't care at all and said, "Brother, are you going to Qiyang City to work or to see your wife?"
Luo Hui glanced around and felt a little embarrassed, especially when he saw the expressions on the faces of the uncle and aunt opposite him. He coughed twice and said, "Ahem, uncle, please keep your voice down, everyone else is asleep.
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The middle-aged uncle nodded and said, "Okay, okay, keep your voice down, keep your voice down."
"I went to Qiyang City to find a job. I don't know where my wife is yet," Luo Hui said.
But unexpectedly, the middle-aged uncle slapped his thigh and exclaimed: "Ah! So brother, you are looking for a job, haha... What a coincidence."
Luo Hui was stunned and couldn't help but said: "Uncle, are you also looking for a job?"
"Haha... No, no, I'm just going to Qiyang City for a stroll." The middle-aged uncle said.
Luo Hui immediately rolled his eyes, since you are not the one, you are so excited!
The people in the carriage couldn't bear it any longer, and one by one they said, "Just chat, don't disturb others' rest by being startled, okay?"
The middle-aged uncle suddenly laughed and said: "Everyone is having a good rest. It's just that this little brother and I are so close to each other, so I got a little excited for a while. Don't be surprised."
Luo Hui didn't want to chat with this middle-aged uncle. There were many people going to Qiyang City in this car, and there were also many people looking for jobs. He was just one of them. I really didn't know where to go with these people.
The uncle is destined to be together. To be honest, the two of them sitting together are quite destined.
Getting up from his seat, Luo Hui walked to the smoking area and lit up a cigarette. But the middle-aged uncle actually followed him, looked at Luo Hui and laughed, and took out a crumpled pack from his pocket.
There were only a few at the big front door, so he took out one and handed it to Luo Hui.
Luo Hui waved his hand, took out a red Nanjing from his cigarette case and handed it to the middle-aged uncle, saying: "Thank you... smoke mine."
The middle-aged uncle didn't refuse at all. He started to "sizzle" while holding the cigarette. It was a lot of fun to watch like that. Luo Hui looked around to see if there were any policemen. If there were any policemen, he would probably arrest the uncle directly.
Already.
If you always want to smoke, just smoke it well. You act like a drug addict, and you also have a vulgar look on your face. Anyone who sees you will think that you are not a good person!
"Brother, where are you from?" the middle-aged uncle asked.
"Longjiang people."
"What's your name?"
Luo Hui frowned slightly. Although the name Luo Hui was very common, his name was definitely very famous now. He thought about it and said, "Luo Guangjun."
"Luo Guangjun, what a name, what a name!" The middle-aged uncle kept praising him.
The corner of Luo Hui's mouth twitched a few times, and he thought to himself: "If I just say the name of a big pillar, you might be able to agree with it."
"Uncle, what about you?"
"Me, people who know me call me Uncle Eighth when they see me. If you don't mind, just call me Uncle Eighth." The middle-aged uncle grinned, showing his big yellow teeth.
Luo Hui smiled slightly, "Eighth uncle? In the blink of an eye, he became someone else's uncle. It's so easy to make money."
Uncle Eight continued to ask: "Guangjun, what are you doing in Qiyang City?"
Luo Hui was stunned and asked: "Uh... what's the deal?"
"Bah, bah... look at my foul mouth. What are you planning to do when you go to Qiyang City?"
Upon hearing this, Luo Hui's eyes flashed with amusement and he said, "I'm going to be a gangster."
"You bastards in the Gobi Desert, you are here to have fun!" Uncle Eight exclaimed with his eyes wide open. Luo Hui choked on his cigarette and almost burst into tears. He quickly covered Uncle Eight's mouth.
, said:
"Uncle Eighth, please don't yell. I'm just a fool. If someone hears me later, I will have no choice but to be taken away by the police."
Uncle Eight nodded repeatedly, then spat out and said: "The grass-mud horses in the Gobi Desert, what I admire the most in my life are the gangsters. I never thought I could see such a gangster now that I'm forty-two years old. Brother, let me tell you.
, If you go to Qiyang City, I will also go to Qiyang City. What I like to do most in my life is to hang out in society. Why don’t you, Brother Jun, take me to hang out?"
Luo Hui broke out in cold sweat bitterly and said: "Uncle Eighth, I don't have the ability to lead you around. I have to find a backer when I go to Qiyang City by myself. And sooner or later, you will have to pay back the money if you come out to fool around."
Do you still want to be chased, chopped and fucked at such an old age?"
The Eighth Uncle's chest bulged, and he shouted: "Who the hell is a mud horse from the Gobi Desert who wants to bully me because I'm old and want to touch me? Let's see if my Eighth Uncle doesn't chop his youngest son to death!"
Luo Hui found that his mental endurance was really over. This eighth uncle had already shocked the world by mouthing a piece of grass and mud from the Gobi Desert. Now he was killing people so smoothly that he would be taken away by the police sooner or later if he continued like this.
"Ahem...Uncle, shouldn't we be a little more low-key? You know we are in a mixed society. It's okay to be a little wild and don't be too high-profile, otherwise you will suffer." Luo Hui said with a twitching corner of his mouth.
Uncle Eight suddenly understood when he heard this, and his voice lowered and he said: "Yes, yes, brother, you are right, we have to go crazy, but we have to be low-key, so that we can live longer. Otherwise...hehe
, if you are too arrogant, you will be hacked to death sooner or later."
Luo Hui wiped the sweat from his forehead, and was really speechless to this forty-year-old uncle, and said, "Go back to sleep."
"Okay, I'll take a nap too. The grass-mud horse in the Gobi Desert, I'm telling you why your left eye keeps twitching today. It turns out that I met a noble man like you, brother. Not only are we on the same train as me, but we are also in the same carriage.
He went to the same place, and he even sat with me. What’s more, what’s more, he was going to hang out in the Gobi Desert. Haha...hey...little brother, please wait while I tell you."
Luo Hui's heart was twitching as he listened to Uncle Eighth's words, "Waiting for you? Waiting for your sister, wait! I'm just stepping on shit, going to the same place in the same train and carriage with you and still sitting together!"