SFS Chapter 163 Do one good deed a day
Chapter 163 Do one good deed a day
Chapter 163 Do one good deed a day
"Qiao Lao Er, with your qualifications, do you still need me to introduce you?" Qin Xiaohong sneered, "You have been restless since you were a child. Don't take advantage of this. Come, drink, drink."
Brother Qiao was not angry but happy. He reached out and picked up the cup.
Sister Qin raised her glass and clinked it with his, then drank half of it in one gulp. Then she looked at Qiu Huoming and said, "Xiao Qiu, if you can't buy a ticket later, come find me. I'll be running this route for the second half of the year, so I should be able to get to know some people."
"Okay, thank you Sister Qin."
While they were talking, Qiu Huoming ate a few more bites of food. After a while, Sister Qin came back to the kitchen and brought out a large bowl of rice. Seeing that they were still chatting, Qiu Huoming served himself the rice and ate two bowls in succession before he was full.
He stood up and said, "Brother Qiao, I have something else to do. I'll go back first. You guys enjoy your meal."
Qiao Laoer nodded with satisfaction. This kid has some vision.
Qin Xiaohong was unhappy, "Don't leave, it's more lively here, let's chat together."
Qiu Huoming laughed awkwardly and said, "I have a lot of stuff in my car, I have to keep an eye on it, and Brother Qiao has a few big items too."
"There's no need for tomorrow. I'll go now." Brother Qiao had an excuse to find Sister Qin again and stood up on the spot.
The conductor frowned and said, "Why are you here again? Where are your tickets? Let me see them."
"Wait a moment." The conductor took the hardcover book and rummaged through it. "Yes, there is an empty berth. I'll write you a receipt and you pay the difference."
Qiu Huoming felt relieved and returned to the duty room. "Comrade, I want to buy a ticket for my elder. We have an upper berth in carriage No. 9. Please help me check. If possible, I will buy the ticket now."
"name?"
"I've been hungry too, I feel the same way. Why aren't you sleeping yet? Hey, give me an address later. I haven't been to any colleges in Yangcheng yet. I want to take your sister Qin around to experience the charm of a college."
"Hey, conductor, you can't treat her differently. Why don't you ask her if she has a ticket..."
He was too lazy to pay attention and turned to look at the mother and son, "Thank you for what you did just now."
Brother Qiao followed her closely and shouted from a distance, "Xiao Qiu, take out your bag."
"Okay." The conductor retracted his gaze and continued to flip through the hard cover notebook in his hand.
Ni took the ticket in his hand with surprise, turned around and talked to Lan for a long time.
Qiu Huoming pulled Lan and said to the conductor: "Comrade, I'm talking about her."
"Miao?" Qiu Huoming asked uncertainly.
"Long Ni San Jiu..."
Just as a hint of joy appeared on the face of the man in the flowered shirt, he suddenly found that someone was holding his neck tightly.
A few minutes later, Sister Qin bit off the thread and shook the outer package. "Let's try and see if the knot is strong."
"Let's go, let's go." Seeing that the conductor was not moving in his direction, the man in the flowered shirt knew that there would be no good consequences if he stayed, so he grabbed his two accomplices and walked away, humming and swearing.
"Hey, the conductor is here." A sharp-eyed passenger shouted.
Qiu Huoming lay on the bed, listening to the roar of the train.
These two people have good personalities and can get along well. Qiu Huoming hung the guitar back to its original place and put the backpack next to the pillow. At this moment, the lights in the corridor went out and the green emergency lights came on.
As soon as I walked to my carriage, I heard people arguing.
On the way, I saw the duty room, where a conductor was on duty.
Qiu Huoming told him what had just happened.
"Yangcheng, looking for my father, his name is Sang..." Ni said it word by word. His accent was very strange and you had to listen carefully to understand it.
Qiu Huoming paid the money, and after a while, he received a palm-sized ticket with instructions for supplementing the ticket, which stated the bed number and the section of the journey he was supplementing.
Qiao Laoer then said, "His mother spends the night in the corridor outside. She is reluctant to eat dinner. She comes in to take a nap during the day. She usually has to patrol and can't stay here for long."
When I came back, Chang Fei and his wife had already returned to their respective beds.
"Impossible! I saw her this morning. Whenever someone checked her tickets, she would hide in the toilet!"
No one else could understand what she said, and the boy became anxious. His Mandarin was poor to begin with, and he could only repeat the same sentence over and over again, "Thief, thief!"
After checking the letter of introduction, the conductor went straight back.
"Okay, I'll give it to you now. You and Sister Qin should also give me one. When I'm settled, you're welcome to come and play with me anytime..."
After some pulling, I found that the cut was sewn very well.
"Okay, let's register like this first... I'll go check out her letter of introduction later."
"You're questioning me?" The conductor shone the flashlight on his face. "Go away, go away. If you don't leave, I'll notify the train police."
When you are a light bulb, you must be aware of being a light bulb. You have to leave when you should. If you don't leave, you will make enemies.
"Okay, stop talking nonsense. Who can't do this? I'll tell the conductor later that there are a few thieves on this line. They come back again after being caught. We don't have enough staff. You guys should watch over the in and out. I'm going back now. I don't have time tomorrow. We'll talk later."
The man in the flowered shirt first saw Qiu Huoming, then saw the conductor. He complained, "Comrade conductor, we caught a woman who evaded the ticket!"
Qiu Huoming patted Ni's shoulder and said, "I bought a new ticket for your mother. It's on the bunk above you. Take your mother home and have some rest." He handed Ni the ticket and said, "Here's the ticket. If any staff come to check, show it to them."
"Mind your own business and stay away."
He looked up at the boy in the middle bunk opposite him. He was tossing and turning and it seemed that he had not slept either.
Sister Xie who was in the middle bunk wanted to speak several times, but looked at Qiu Huoming and hesitated. When she saw that Qiu Huoming ignored her, she simply turned over and remained silent.
Brother Qiao clapped his hands and said, "I'm going to wash my face. You should go to bed early too."
It didn't take long before Sister Qin came over in person.
Qiu Huoming simply sat up and said, "My last name is Qiu, what's your name?"
"They are thieves. They were seen stealing my things by this young comrade and aunt, so they are retaliating against me," Qiu Huoming explained.
The middle-aged woman became anxious and spoke even faster, which made people even more confused.
The man in the flowered shirt took out a crumpled hard seat ticket from his trouser pocket, and the other two also took out their tickets.
Before I reached the carriage, I saw several people gathered near the door.
"Come on, I'll go with you to take a look." The conductor took a long-handled flashlight from the carriage.
Qiu Huoming looked at Chang Fei who walked to the other side. This man was indeed sick.
There were several people gathered in the aisle in front. When I got closer, I saw that the boy in the middle bunk was grabbing a scoundrel-looking man in a flowered shirt and wouldn't let him leave. The man had things in both hands and he couldn't free his hands to hit him, so I had to threaten him to let go.
"Damn it, I was too careless." Qiao Laoer immediately bent down and pulled out a box from under the bed. After opening it, he put the tape recorder in and breathed a sigh of relief.
Qiu Huoming glanced at the two dark and thin men who were approaching from behind, and suddenly let go of his hands, "Alright, I won't pursue the rest."
"Comrade, can I get a replacement ticket?" Qiu Huoming asked.
The people watching nearby obviously knew that there was something wrong with these people. Someone whispered, "Young man, be careful. They look like they are in the same group."
"Ni, where's your mother? The lights outside are off, why hasn't she come back yet?"
Lan smiled at him and whispered back.
The boy smiled, waved his hand, took off his shoes, climbed from the side to the middle bunk, sat down, bent over, and took out a deep blue batik bag.
"You are not from this carriage. What are you doing here? Go back!" the conductor shouted.
"Which stop do you want to get off?" asked the conductor.
"If you park your car at night and don't lock it, someone will come in and steal your things, and then it's over."
As soon as Qiu Huoming finished speaking, he turned around and took the guitar out of its bag. He shook the torn bag and showed it to Brother Qiao, "Brother Qiao, can I borrow some needle and thread from Sister Qin tomorrow? That pickpocket tore a hole in my bag."
"My name is Ni." The boy spoke slowly, word by word.
Qiu Huoming continued walking forward and found Ni and his mother at the end of a carriage. The two were sitting on the ground, talking in low voices.
"Comrade, let's go. This comrade has a replacement ticket for you and a bed."
Qiu Huoming struggled to squeeze through and immediately saw the man in the flowered shirt and two other thin, dark men. Ni was pinned to the ground by them. Lan stood aside and pushed them hard, but was laughed at even more harshly.
The man in the flowered shirt glared at Qiu Huoming fiercely, waved to the two thin and dark men, then pushed through the crowd and walked quickly towards the back carriage.
"Why should I thank you? If you want to thank someone, then thank the two people on the upper bunk. If they hadn't stopped me, I wouldn't have been able to get my things back even if I had tried my best."
Two thin, dark men walked quickly over from a distance, winked at the man in the flowered shirt, and pushed the middle-aged woman away from them, one from the front and one from the back.
"Brother Qiao, you have a good heart."
There was a patrolling staff member on the road. He checked Qiu Huoming's ticket and found out that he was going to look for someone. He told him to go early and come back early, and then let him go.
Qiu Huoming then stretched, sat back on the bed, and put his backpack back next to the pillow.
Without waiting for Qiu Huoming to reply, he walked straight out.
Lan looked at Qiu Huoming, muttering to himself, with an expression of disbelief on his face.
Then he pulled his mother and followed Qiu Huoming and the conductor.
"Yeah." Ni took a step back and bowed respectfully to Qiu Huoming.
"Lan has no bed, Lan sleeps on the floor..."
'Lan' is probably the name of 'Ni's mother. Qiu Huoming sighed. They probably bought only a hard sleeper in order to save money.
The middle-aged woman was not tall. She stood on tiptoe, took the cloth bag, looked up and said something to her son, then turned to look at Qiu Huoming and said a long string of words. Qiu Huoming was confused. Seeing that he didn't understand, the middle-aged woman stopped talking and turned to walk out of the aisle.
Qiu Huoming breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that the thief was still a little guilty, otherwise there would have been a fight after what happened just now. He was not afraid of fighting, but he was afraid of returning to school with injuries and having to explain himself.
Qiu Huoming glanced out the window, not knowing where the train was. It was pitch black outside. After a while, Brother Qiao returned the notebook to him and pulled the window down to close it.
The man raised his voice, "These two people stole my things and wouldn't let me leave..."
"I'm from the Miao ethnic group, and my name is Lan."
Qiu Huoming returned to his bed embarrassedly and took a look at the cloth outside the guitar. There was a hole where the strap was. It was not obvious, but if it was not mended, it would be easily torn.
After Sister Qin finished speaking, she put away the sewing box, put it in her pocket, and stood up with a hunched back.
"Sure, from where to where?"
"I'll be here in a minute."
The carriage was very busy at night, most people were going to wash up. A few people were heard shouting that they had lost something, so Qiu Huoming quickened his pace.
A beaming voice was saying, "I knew you, an old woman, sneaked on the train without a ticket. I caught you, right? I'll send you back at the next stop for minding your own business!"
Ni's face is dark and thin, but his eyebrows and eyes are delicate. It is not easy for this mother and son to travel together. First of all, it is difficult because of the language barrier.
"You took my things and you want to run away?" Qiu Huoming put one hand around his neck and with the other hand, took the guitar from his hand and handed it to the boy, "Put it back on the bed for me." Then he took the tape recorder from his other hand and handed it to the middle-aged woman, "Auntie, please put it back on Brother Qiao's bed."
"Yeah." Ni nodded.
Qiu Huoming was just about to take off his shoes and lie down when he looked up at the middle bunk opposite. Ni had not come back yet. He thought about it and felt a little worried. He stood up, carrying his backpack and quickly walked in the direction where Ni had just gone.
"Let's go, Ni." Qiu Huoming patted his shoulder.
At this moment, Qiao Laoer came back. With the weak light, he took out two eggs from his arms with a smile, and without saying anything, he stuffed them into Ni's hand, "You can't eat anymore, here you go."
Ni, who was sitting opposite, gave his bed to his mother and climbed onto the upper bunk. After a while, he stuck his head out, looked at Lan and asked something.
"Hey, I'll take you there." Qiao Laoer also stood up.
"Yes, yes, yes. Are you full? If you are, go back quickly." said Qiao Laoer.
"These guys are veterans. They move quickly and it's hard to catch them on the spot. Next time you encounter this kind of thing, just come to me directly." The conductor glanced at Qiu Huoming. It seemed that the so-called relatives were here to repay a favor.
“Terminal.”
Ni smiled and said in broken Chinese, "Thank you."
Qiao Laoer on the opposite side smiled until his eyes narrowed into slits, "Xiaohong is still so capable."
"I'm full. I'll go first." Qiu Huoming quickly walked out.
The other two followed leisurely.
"Okay." Qiu Huoming put the guitar in.
"Okay." Qiu Huoming took the lead and led the conductor to the direction where they had just seen Ni.
Several people were watching the fun nearby. When Sister Xie saw Qiu Huoming looking at her, she was about to stand up, but was grabbed by Chang Fei. He looked at Qiu Huoming with a sneer.
"She is quite pitiful..." Some onlookers could not bear it and said something more.
The two thin and dark men then let go of their hands, and Qiu Huoming reached out and helped Ni up from the ground.
"Hmph, these guys are all idiots. There will be no good consequences if you offend them..." Chang Fei muttered sarcastically in the aisle and was pulled away by Sister Xie.
"Thank you for today." Brother Qiao straightened up and said to Qiu Huoming.
Then he quickly climbed down, put on his shoes, and walked out quickly.
Qiu Huoming took out the small notebook that Qian Feng gave him last time from his bag, took out a pen, turned a page, and in the dim light, wrote down his contact address at Yangcheng Institute of Technology. He tore it off and handed it to Brother Qiao together with the notebook.
Qiu Huoming saw clearly that this guy was holding his guitar in one hand and Qiao Laoer's tape recorder in the other.
The two people walked away while talking, and Qiu Huoming thought to himself that Brother Qiao's wedding seemed to be approaching.
"Are you going to Yangcheng or which station?"
He then retreated back to the upper bunk with satisfaction, then poked his head out again and whispered to Qiu Huoming: "Brother, Lan said she likes this bed very much."
Half an hour later, Qiao Laoer came back with a happy face.
The conductor coughed and said, "This lady has a ticket. I issued it to her myself. How could I be wrong? Please go away. It's late at night. Don't disturb other people's sleep."
He took out the teacup, took down the towel hanging on the metal bar next to it, and quickly went to the back of the car to wash up.
"Oh, you are also willing to kill your own relatives for the sake of justice, so cruel..." The man in the flowered shirt looked at Qiu Huoming in surprise.
Brother Qiao took it with one hand and wrote two addresses on the notebook.
Back to carriage No. 9, there were snoring sounds coming from the carriage. Two people probably couldn't sleep, so they sat in the aisle, smoking facing the window. The night breeze was blowing, and the train was roaring, speeding through the wilderness with a regular "clang" sound.
The boy's mother stood in front of the man in the flowered shirt, yelling and stretching out her arms to prevent him from leaving.
Qiu Huoming's mouth curled up when he heard this. Brother Qiao on the lower bunk was not asleep, and he also heard the noise they came back just now.
He stretched out his hand and gave Qiu Huoming a thumbs up.
The night was getting darker and darker. Behind the thin partition behind Qiu Huoming, the snoring and grinding of the passengers, along with the roar of the train, were audible...
It’s the last day of the month, I wish every reader a happy day~~
(I am also happy to only update 4600 words :) I will work harder next month...)