"Old lady, this is a sleeper carriage, and you need to show your sleeper ticket to enter."

"Why, I have a ticket in my hand, and I don't want to sleep on the bed in your car. Isn't it okay to just make a chair? My young grandchildren are too young and there are no seats in the hard seat carriage in front. I can stand it, but these children can't stand it."

"Old lady, we have regulations, but it really doesn't work."

Xiaojun and Han Hu opened the carriage door and walked to the door of carriage No. 7. They saw a flight attendant stopping an old lady dressed in rural areas to prevent her from entering the sleeper carriage. Beside the old lady, there were a woman, two boys and three children. The oldest little girl was only 7 or 8 years old. The two little boys looked like twins, just as old as 5 or 6 years old.

Song Jingwen and two female soldiers were also standing at the door of the carriage. The old lady was taken out by the flight attendant in the carriage. Seeing that the old lady was not easy, Song Jingwen also came out to help persuade her.

"Or you can be eased and let this grandma lead the children in. Isn't it okay to let them sit on our bed?" Song Jingwen said.

"It's not that I don't understand favors, but that we have regulations and there are inspection personnel. There are no sleeper tickets, so I can't let her in." The flight attendant also knew that it was not easy for this old lady. She took her three grandchildren so far, and she still got on the bus and had a ticket to get in and had no seat number.

"Is there an empty bed inside?" Xiaojun asked forward.

"Yes." The flight attendant replied, not understanding what the young man asked about it.

As soon as Xiaojun asked, Han Hu knew what he was going to do. He took out the money from his pocket and said to the flight attendant: "Let's go, I'll go with you to make up the sleeper ticket for the old lady and three children."

When the flight attendant heard someone helping, he said happily: "You are such a good person. In this way, three children are counted as one bed, you can just add two." He said that, and took Han Hu away to make up for the ticket.

"How to make it happen, how to make it happen." The old lady was determined to refuse. Seeing the tired look of the three grandsons, she could not speak the words of rejection.

"Old lady, it's not easy to go out. If you can, please help me. You can take the children in and take a break." Xiaojun said to the old lady with a smile.

"Thank you quickly~~~~~~~" The old lady saw Xiaojun's age and didn't know whether to call the children uncle or brother.

"Thank you, brother, I'll treat you to pears. This is what my mother brought to me in Tianjing. It's so sweet." The little girl thanked her politely, took out a pear and stuffed it into Xiaojun's hand.

"Brother doesn't want to eat it, you can eat it." Xiaojun touched the little girl's head and put the pear in her arms.

The two female soldiers walked into the carriage with the old lady and the children. Song Jingwen smiled at Xiaojun and said, "You are so kind."

"If you can't see it, you can't speak. If you see it, you won't help without helping within your ability."

As soon as Xiaojun finished speaking, Han Hu had already returned with the ticket. When he walked into the car, he saw the old lady just sitting on a chair by the window with the children. Xiaojun took the ticket and stuffed it into the old lady's hand. Then he said, "Old lady, take the children to bed and rest quickly. Get this ticket. With it, no one will let you stay here."

The old lady took the ticket and saw the price above at a glance. She kept muttering: "This mess is so expensive, more than ten yuan is enough for our monthly living expenses, just for these two beds." (Train tickets were very expensive back then, and accommodation was cheap. A single stay in an ordinary hotel costs only 7 cents to 1 yuan, and a hard seat costs several yuan for a train ticket.)

A female soldier smiled and said to the old lady, "Auntie, it's okay. Don't look at this person as young as a rich man. Come on, this is the noodles and eggs he invited us to eat."

A female soldier served the unfinished noodles and eggs and brought them to the old lady and the children.

Seeing the children eating deliciously, Xiaojun smiled and returned to his bed. Seeing Zhang Zhu holding a small handful of change in his hand and stopping, he immediately knew what he wanted to say. He waved his hand and said, "Brother Zhang, if you think I am a worthy friend, don't be polite. It's a big deal to treat me to a steamed bun."

After Xiaojun said that, he snatched a steamed bun from Song Jingwen who was packing dry food and started eating it in big mouthfuls.

Song Jingwen was a little surprised to see Xiaojun who looked very delicious. Such a person could actually eat the steamed buns in the army, especially the steamed buns that had been left for a day and were a little hard.

Zhang Zhu also widened his eyes, unable to believe it. He just found out from the food truck waiter that Zuo Haojun had 100 yuan at one time. He must have grown up in a wealthy family and had the best food and clothing. How could he eat the coarse grains that were difficult to swallow?

Seeing the expressions of the two, Xiaojun swallowed the steamed buns in his mouth and said, "Don't forget, my father is also a soldier. I have eaten this kind of thing since I was a child. I haven't eaten it for a long time. I really miss it. Let's do this, how about I exchange the food from the food truck tomorrow morning for your steamed buns?"

Zhang Zhu and Song Jingwen naturally heard the meaning of Xiaojun's words and waved their hands to refuse. No one really wanted to eat such things, but Xiaojun found reasons to help these female soldiers.

As a result, Zhang Zhu and Song Jingwen were unable to stop Xiaojun. The next day, she still delivered the food from the dining car to the female soldier and the old lady without permission.

The two-day and one-night journey made Xiaojun and these female soldiers a good friend. The old lady's little granddaughter always surrounded Xiaojun and kept calling "Brother, brother"

Along the way, Xiaojun became a live dictionary for everyone. Many female soldiers were willing to listen to Xiaojun telling you about the scenic spots and customs of the world in their spare time. It opened the eyes of the female soldiers, especially the vivid description of Xiaojun, which made everyone feel like they were in the scene.

The three children became everyone's pistachios, and the two young ones were better. The little girl also stayed by Xiaojun from time to time. Listening to him, sometimes the questions he asked suddenly made everyone laugh.

"Big brother, what France you are talking about? Is there such a distance from Tianjing to HN?"

"Big brother, you said there are people with blonde hair and blue eyes in foreign countries. Isn't that a monster?"

Since returning to this era, Xiaojun has never been so relaxed and stayed for two days, nor has he really contacted the people of this era. This short journey made Xiaojun very happy and comfortable, not so much pressure, and not so many things.

As for Song Jingwen, Xiaojun just hopes to see her from time to time. It is enough to think of the girl in his memory. He does not have too many inconsistencies. After all, he is already the pillar of four women. It is enough to have four girls who love her deeply. Song Jingwen just treats it as a kind of nostalgia for memories, and can only get off on this train, and maybe she will never meet again in this life.

In the provincial capital of HN Province, Song Jingwen and other female soldiers and the old lady's family of four got off at the station, while Xiaojun and Han Hu still had to take a while to reach the city where Shaolin Temple is located.

"Xiaojun, come and play with us when you have time." The female soldiers invited this knowledgeable young man one after another.

"Mr. Zuo, thank you for your hospitality along the way. If you have time to come to our army, there are many characteristics nearby. I will entertain you all the time." Zhang Zhu also sincerely invited Xiaojun to go to their army to find him.

"Goodbye, Zuo Haojun." Song Jingwen just said goodbye simply. On the train, she always felt that the Zuo Haojun looked at her with a special look, and she had to take a long distance.

"Child, thank you." The old lady said sincerely.

"Big brother, if you have time to come to my house to play, there are so many mountains in our area, it's all fun." The little girl was reluctant to part with this big brother.

The train started slowly, standing by the window, looking at the increasingly blurred figure, Xiaojun didn't speak for a long time.

"You are very happy these two days." Han Hu stood beside him and said lightly.

Xiaojun smiled wryly and said, "Yes, I can only feel such a simple life for a short time."

When they arrived at the foot of Songshan Mountain, Xiaojun and Han Hu found the guesthouse where the crew was located. Seeing the crew who were suspended and resting, they all looked listless, and they knew that the recent shooting process had been greatly obstructed.

Director Zhang Yan was shocked when he saw Xiaojun, the company's boss and investor, arrived. When he reported the difficulties to the company, he thought that it was very rare for the boss's spokesperson Han Hu to come here to help solve the difficulties. He never thought that the boss would come in person.
Chapter completed!