The train ticket was for a hard seat, and Song Musheng sat there for eighteen hours, and his buttocks were numb.
He leaned against the car window and watched the scenery outside change from mountains to hills, from hills to flat land, and finally some tall buildings slowly emerged. The smell in the carriage was strong, the instant noodles mixed with the smell of feet, and the tea eggs peeled by the elder sister in the next seat, the smell of brine penetrated straight into the nose. When I was on a mission in the past, this kind of environment was nothing. I could even sleep on a tree branch. But things are different now. I have retired, and the skin on my body has been peeled off. On the contrary, I feel that this noisy world is quite real.
The phone vibrated several times. Song Musheng took it out and saw that all the WeChat voices were from his mother.
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