At four o'clock in the morning, the K city train station was still bustling with people.
The waiting hall was overcrowded. Many people had no seats, so they used discarded cardboard boxes or newspapers to spread out in the corner, and slept on the floor in the aisle. Those who didn't sleep were either playing with their mobile phones, chatting and playing cards, and the most boring thing was staring at the large electronic screen.
TV programs playing on the screen keep time up.
Because it was New Year's Eve, the staff at the station were more enthusiastic than usual. From time to time, someone shouted, "Boiling water is provided for free and charging is free"; "Practical gadgets, essential for home use, cost ten yuan each"; "Books cost one yuan each."
The advertisement slogan passed through the crowded aisle, so the children who were about to sleep raised their heads, pointed at the uncle next to them who was eating instant noodles, and asked their parents for the same delicious food.
Gong Xue passed by the child and saw the child's father taking out a box of instant noodles from the dusty travel bag. Then he rubbed his eyes and walked in the direction of the boiling water bucket. Maybe he was too sleepy.
I accidentally stepped on a person sleeping on the ground, and the temperature of the place suddenly exploded. All kinds of noises mixed with the smoke of human fireworks rushed to my face, making people's breath warm.
The headphones were not clean either. The comrades in the same group who were assigned to patrol in other places were also reporting what they saw and heard. Because of the Chinese New Year, everyone’s tone was very brisk. Only Young Eagle, who had changed into a hip-hop outfit, sadly told his comrades,
He was pestered by several begging children in the ticket hall. In full view of everyone, he, well-dressed, rummaged through his pockets but couldn't even take out a dollar.
"You can guess the beginning, but you can never guess the end." Amid the disdain of his comrades, the young eagle threw out the hard news.
"Let me tell you, the last little beggar who left actually gave me two dollars, picked the two shabbiest coins from his dark tea jar, and threw them to me!"
“…..”
Everyone was utterly defeated.
"Damn it, I am also the twelfth generation of the Huo family in southern Yunnan, okay! In the ant nest of my family, there are probably hundreds of copper coins or two yuan left by my ancestors lying there! Damn it... I never pay it back
I've never been as embarrassed as I am today. The kid even laughed at me. You know what he said to me!" The young eagle changed the topic and actually imitated what the little beggar said to him before leaving: "He told me two things.
A word, a scumbag poem.”
Bad poetry?
"What do you mean?" I don't understand.
Just as Young Eagle was about to explain, a familiar and gentle female voice came from the earphones, "Stingy."
Everyone was stunned for a moment, and then, hahahaha...
Zha Shi is a local dialect of Yunnan. Because it is a curse word, not many people know it. Young Eagle is a little surprised. How does Xue Ying, whose hometown is far away in Mobei, know the Yunnan dialect?
Gong Xue coughed lightly, raised her face, and met the eyes of Hong Ying who was patrolling in the corner of the waiting hall.
Hongying stretched out her hand, raised her thumb in her direction, and shook it gently. Gong Xue raised the corners of her mouth, revealing the dimples on her cheeks. She bent down, picked up a cotton coat that had fallen on the ground, and covered it with
On a sleeping person. She leaves gently, and everyone she passes by can be automatically imaged, checked, and screened out in her mind...
In the waiting room, everything is normal.
Hongying asked Gong Xue to stay inside for a while. After all, it was much warmer here than the square. The most important thing was that the waiting hall eliminated dangerous factors. She was safe inside.
Half a minute ago, he received instructions from his superiors, asking him to meet with the police at the station.
Meet? What to talk about?
Usually for tasks that are not actual combat, they take orders directly from their superiors and do not have to contact the local police.
Many years of training in the special forces career gave Hong Ying a whiff of something unusual. His intuition told him that the task was far from being as simple as they imagined, and they must be more vigilant. However, he observed the surroundings over and over again, but found no suspicious signs.
.
Like a normal young man, he wears headphones and talks while walking. To outsiders, it looks like he is talking on the phone. In fact, he is reminding his comrades to pay attention, pay attention to safety, and keep communication open.
As he turned the corner, Hongying looked back. The waiting hall was crowded with people. A familiar figure could be seen squatting down and talking to a group of ragged beggars.
Red Eagle curled her lips and smiled silently.
He thought of the rubbish poem just now, of the ant hole where the copper coins were hidden in his house that the young eagle said, and of the neat rows of small-leaf banyan trees outside the base clinic. Those are really beautiful trees. In the season of recovery of all things, small-leaf banyan trees
There will be yellow-green twigs sprouting from the top, and red fruits are hanging all over the branches. Its leaves feel very smooth, as if they are coated with a layer of lubricating oil, and shine with a strange green light under the bright sunshine.
Red Eagle habitually pointed his palm at the chandelier above his head, then stretched out his five fingers and saw a world full of light through the gaps between his fingers.
Gong Xue also had no money to give to the beggars, so she also became a "poem scumbag".
However, she still knelt down and pulled one of the beggars holding a teapot, wanting to chat with him for a few words.
It's not that this young beggar is so special, but that his fluent Yunnan dialect inexplicably touches the chord in Gong Xue's heart.
The male beggar is not very old. Despite his dirty appearance, he is a boy with good features, especially his eyes, which are particularly smart and lively.
The boy's Yunnan dialect was very authentic. It was obvious that he was a native of Yunnan. For some unknown reason, he ended up living in a small city thousands of miles away begging for a living.
Is he an orphan? Or was he deceived by human traffickers?
Usually such beggars are kidnapped by traffickers and used as cash cows. They have to hand over all the money they ask for. If they are not careful, they will be beaten, scolded, and hungry.
"Let Auntie look at your hands." Gong Xue opened the sleeves on the back of the boy's hands and looked down.
Fortunately, the intact skin in her hands made her feel a little relieved.
The boy's attitude towards her was quite good. From the time she pulled him inexplicably to the visit with concern in her eyes, the little boy didn't show much resistance. Especially when she made the little boy giggle with a Yunnan dialect.
, he actually took off his guard and started chatting with her..
The boy said that he had no relatives. This group of beggars usually followed a few old beggars to beg at the train station. The money they asked for was given to the old beggars, and then they would get some food and nothing to wear. The little boy
They said they couldn't dress well, because if they were dressed, no one would give them money.
Gong Xue asked him if he usually got beaten and if he could eat enough.
The little boy said that he had to eat quickly to be full, and sometimes he would be beaten. However, he was very powerful and no one else could beat him.
Gong Xue wanted to say something more, but over there, the boy's companions began to urge...
The little boy ran a few steps and then came back. He took out a small thing from his trouser pocket whose color could not be seen and handed it to Gong Xue, "I picked this up just now and give it to you!"
Gong Xue lowered her head. The moment she saw something, her delicate eyebrows trembled violently, and her originally soft face suddenly became stiff...