Tomb Raider: What kind of heroine is she?

"Go, go."

The young man was holding two small boxes in his hands, standing steadily at the side of the carriage door, calling Zhang Xingxing next to him to get on the train, but when he turned around, he found that there was no one beside him. He leaned forward slightly, his eyes passed through the crowd and fell on Zhang Xingxing who was not far away.

Zhang Xingxing was squatting in front of a glutinous rice cake stall, her hands raised high, each holding a string of red candied haws. Although she had changed into that gangster look in a black windbreaker and sunglasses, the bright colors of the candied haws were particularly eye-catching and easy to recognize in the sun.

Not to mention the guy wearing sunglasses and staring at the glutinous rice cake rolling in the pot, which was very eye-catching. The young man looked at Zhang Xingxing's greedy look and shook his head helplessly.

I always feel like I'm taking care of a child. I'm just letting go and it's gone.

The horn sounded shrilly, and the young man walked to Zhang Xingxing's side, pinched Zhang Xingxing's collar, and pressed hard. Zhang Xingxing heard the footsteps and was about to call him "young man" when she felt a force on the back of her neck that seemed to pull her into heaven.

Zhang Xingxing stood up dazedly, and heard the young man's voice say four words, "The car is about to leave." Then he stood there expressionlessly, his pair of dark eyes like a bottomless pool of water, staring at her straight, as if waiting for her response.

Zhang Xingxing read the urging intention from the boy's calm face. She quickly reached out to take a box, and then handed the candied haws in her hand to the boy, muttering: "Okay, okay, I know, I know... I will always follow you, I remember."

Before she finished speaking, Zhang Xingxing turned to look at the owner of the glutinous rice cake stall and asked anxiously, "Boss, how long will it take for me to finish this?" When the boss heard her question, his hands moved much faster. While busy, he answered, "Very quickly, very quickly. The next pot will be yours."

However, the guards at the station had already started to blow their whistles, and the sharp whistles echoed in the air, making people feel a little nervous. Zhang Xingxing stared at the steaming pot, watching the glutinous rice cakes tumbling and frying, and became more and more anxious.

Finally, Zhang Xingxing sighed helplessly and said to the boss: "Forget it, boss. I can't make it in time. I don't want it for now." After that, she looked at the pot of glutinous rice cakes reluctantly, then took the boy's hand and walked quickly towards the car door.

Pulling the boy's hand, she hurriedly got on the bus and sat on the seat. Through the transparent glass window, she looked at the busy pedestrians and vendors on the platform. Zhang Xingxing suddenly remembered the scene during the winter vacation in college every year. Most of the time, she chose to stay in school because she could earn a good income by working part-time during the holidays to supplement her living expenses.

So one year after sending her roommate away, she sold snacks, baked sweet potatoes, hot water bottles, heat packs and other miscellaneous items at the station during a winter vacation. Although the income was good, she quit after a week.

Because watching the travelers coming and going around her, either on their way home or with someone waiting for them to meet and reunite, people not only shed tears but also felt jealous, so she naturally gave up and turned to other things.

The young man looked at Zhang Xingxing's eyes which were gradually becoming sad as she was gazing outside, pursed his lips, and returned the candied haws in his hand to her.

Young man: There is food, don’t cry.

Zhang Xingxing looked at a slender, white jade-like hand that suddenly appeared in front of her and handed a candied haws to her. She was stunned for a moment, raised her head, looked at the boy's eyes that were calm but concerned, and a warm feeling flowed through her heart.

Alas, my little dad is still good... This candied haws is as lethal as Zhu Ziqing's "Back View" in junior high school! !

"Father's love is like a mountain", YYDS! !

"Little die... not little brother. I have one, you forgot." Zhang Xingxing, who had almost interrupted, quickly changed her words and raised the candied haws that she had taken a bite of before, and gestured. "Keep that one for yourself. It's sweet, you should like it."

“Okay.” Upon hearing this, the young man withdrew his hand obediently and took a bite of the candied haws.

Mmm, sweet.

The one Xingxing gave him last time was eaten by that idiot Zhang Haike, so now Xingxing gave him another one, so he's happy. ^-^

"Got to go."

As Zhang Xingxing's voice fell, the train gradually moved away. Zhang Xingxing's eyes drifted to a corner of the station and then slowly moved away.

Goodbye, Changsha City. She is going home.