Chapter 173 On the train heading south

The sound of ticket checking came, Xiaojun packed up the distant memories, turned around and walked into the waiting hall.

"Are you okay, Xiaojun?" Han Hu asked with concern.

"It's okay, I just remember some unpleasant memories. Let's go and get in the car." Xiaojun waved his hand and walked into the ticket gate first.

Han Hu shook his head, followed Xiaojun and handed the ticket to the ticket inspector.

There were not many passengers on the train this season. Xiaojun and Han Hu quickly arrived at their own berth and looked at the empty carriages around them, with only a few people.

As soon as the two of them had finished their lower bunk beds, they heard the sound of women talking from the carriage and gradually walked in.

Xiaojun glanced casually and found it was her. Unexpectedly, she was really destined to be together. The female officer who looked like her in my memory was splitting the bunks of her female soldiers one by one. No wonder there were so few people in this carriage. It turned out that they were almost half of the bunks.

Xiaojun had already calmed down at this time and could treat this female officer calmly when he saw this female officer, but Xiaojun still paid more attention to such a person.

"Zhang Hong, you sleep here."

"Liu Mei, your shop."

After allocating the berth, the female officer and the male leader walked to the aisle of Xiaojun's berth, looked at the remaining two ticket numbers in his hand, and they put their luggage on the top of Xiaojun and Han Hu's berth.

"Huh? It's you." The female officer recognized Xiaojun, and her heartbroken appearance just now left an impression on her heart.

"Hello, we're meeting again." Xiaojun nodded with a smile.

They said hello simply, and both sides did not speak anymore. The two of them packed up their own bunks, walked to each bunk, looked at the situation of the female soldiers under them, and saw that everything was normal, they turned around and returned to their bunks.

Seeing Xiaojun sitting next to Han Hu, he signaled that the two of them could sit on their own bunks.

"Is this? Is it convenient to say?" Xiaojun casually pointed at what did so many female soldiers do when they got together.

"Oh, come to Beijing to study." The male officer said casually. Xiaojun immediately understood that some time ago, the Tianjing Military Region did hold a short study class of various projects, recalling all the top soldiers from all over the country to Tianjing to study. It seems that these female soldiers are also learning soldiers. From the outfits and luggage of the female soldiers, plus the words they heard in the waiting hall, Xiaojun knew that this was a group of medical soldiers.

On a boring long-distance trip, under Xiaojun's enthusiastic attitude, the two sides started chatting. From the chat, Xiaojun learned that the male officer was a battalion deputy instructor, the leader of the team who entered Beijing this time, named Zhang Zhu. The female officer who looked very similar to her was the captain of the medical team. She was 22 years old and named Song Jingwen. She was able to sleep in a sleeper on the return trip. Because the medical team performed well during the Tianjing study process, the hn military region specially approved it to let the female soldiers come back without having to sit in a hard seat.

At the same time, Xiaojun also made up his identity for himself and Han Hu, saying that he would go to Shaolin Temple to burn incense and worship Buddha.

Zhang Zhu and Song Jingwen could naturally see that the two people in front of them were not ordinary people in terms of their demeanor or their dress. Especially when Song Jingwen saw the latest set of Haoyu clothes on them, Song Jingwen had long longed for Haoyu's clothes, but the high price made such a low-level officer like him discouraged. At the same time, she already had her own position in her heart. These two people must be rich children.

It was said that four people were chatting, but in fact, three people were chatting. Han Hu didn't say a word from beginning to end, but the old god was sitting there, closing his eyes to rest.

During this period, many female soldiers traveled back and forth in the aisle and saw Xiaojun, a handsome young man of similar age, naturally attracted their attention. Gradually, from the beginning, occasionally passing one or two female soldiers, to the end of the day, many female soldiers simply ran to this bench, listening to Xiaojun talking about the customs and scenery of various places, and then talking about some places abroad, it attracted the attention of female soldiers. You must know that in this era, it was rare for people who had been abroad.

Gradually, these female soldiers also joined the conversation. Those who were interested kept asking questions like Xiaojun, and gradually called Xiaojun without seeing each other.

"Xiaojun, is there really such a big windmill in that country in the Netherlands? It's taller than a house?"

"Xiaojun, do you think that country called Egypt really has triangular tombs?"

Such problems are endless. Those present are girls of the same age as Xiaojun. Naturally, they yearn for a lot of problems and have a variety of problems.

The sky gradually darkened, and the lighting in the carriage also lit up.

"Okay, everyone stop pestering Mr. Zuo. It's time to eat. Let's go back to your own bunk." Zhang Zhu saw that it was getting late. If this continues, I don't know when these girls will ask.

The female soldiers dispersed in unsatisfactory sense and suggested that Xiaojun must tell you what the difference between the world outside and China when he had time.

Xiaojun nodded with a smile. He was able to talk so much about people he had never met before. First, because Song Jingwen, a girl who looked very similar to her, naturally made Xiaojun feel a little closer, and it was just close. Second, he hadn't felt the atmosphere of the army for a long time. Although this was just a group of female soldiers, they were also soldiers. When they were with soldiers, Xiaojun felt particularly comfortable.

Zhang Zhu and Song Jingwen took out a lunch box containing pickles from their backpacks, a few steamed buns, and made a jar of boiled water and ate it with relish. Seeing that Xiaojun and Han Hu seemed to have not brought dry food, Zhang Zhu said enthusiastically: "You didn't bring dry food, why don't you get some work with us?"

"There is a dining car on this train." Han Hu, who had not spoken, said to Xiaojun.

One sentence made Zhang Zhu a little embarrassed. Then he remembered that the two people in front of him were rich people, so how could they eat these things?

This brother Hu is really real, and he doesn't know how to save face for others. Xiaojun looked at Han Hu helplessly, stood up and quickly left the awkward place.

As we passed by every shop, we saw these female soldiers holding hard buns, soaking them in boiling water and swallowing them.

Xiaojun's heart moved, stepped up his pace, walked to the dining car, and asked to the waiter on the dining car, "Is there noodle? Is there egg?"

"Yes, do you want to eat fried noodles? Do you want two servings?"

"Make 30 servings for me, fill them in a basin, and fill them with sauce. Cook 60 eggs, and then use a cart to deliver them to the sleeper carriage No. 7, and deliver them to a group of female soldiers there." As soon as Xiaojun finished speaking, Han Hu took out 100 yuan and handed them to the waiter.

The waiter was stunned for a moment, looking at the 10 bills in his hand, and he didn't understand it. He was about to say that he couldn't use so much money, but Xiaojun had already spoken again: "Give us two more fried two dishes. Even if the remaining money is troubled by you, please send it as soon as possible. It shouldn't take a long time to cook noodles, right?"

"No, no, it will be fine in a few minutes, the eggs will be fast, and the air pan will be fine soon."

"Send it to them first, we both are not in a hurry."

"OK."

Although Han Hu didn't ask, he was also wondering why Xiaojun was so enthusiastic today, and he unconsciously looked at Xiaojun with doubtful eyes.

"They are soldiers, so I will naturally get closer." Xiaojun concealed another reason in his heart. Although Song Jingwen was not her, when she saw Song Jingwen eating pickles with steamed buns, Xiaojun seemed to be like seeing her eating these things, so she could not stand it.

No matter what era, money really makes the devil push the mill. In a few minutes, the waiter was already pushing a cart of food to Carriage No. 7.

After the meals of the two were prepared, they were brought to the dining table. Xiaojun was about to get the chopsticks when Zhang Zhu and Song Jingwen walked into the dining car quickly.

Just as he was about to say something, Xiaojun grabbed the front and said, "Don't ask why, soldiers are pillars of defending the country. My father is also a soldier. He has had special feelings for soldiers since he was a child. Don't refuse me. Eating a hot meal is considered as my hospitality on behalf of my father. In addition, they are all done. Isn't it a waste not to eat?"

With one sentence, Zhang Zhu and his two wanted to say something in their mouths, Zhang Zhu turned to say, "Thank you for your kindness, but we have to give it to you for how much it costs."

"Forget it, just think that I support the army once, you can't bear to reject the wishes of me, a businessman. Otherwise, how about you treat me to your steamed bun tomorrow morning?"

Having said this, Zhang Zhu and Song Jingwen said thank you and left the food truck. They thought that they would ask the food truck waiter how much it would cost in total when they went back. They also knew that the food on the train was expensive, so everyone would have to return the money to Xiaojun.

Xiaojun and Han Hu took a simple bite, and neither of them had any special pursuits for food. Even if they were delicacies or grassroots and bark, they could fill their stomachs and did not affect their eating speed at all.
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