After traveling through the book, I realized my wish in my previous life

In addition to the two luggage bags that Shen Weidong helped carry up, Shen Xiaoxia also had a cloth backpack similar to a schoolbag, which she had asked Han Zhuxin to help make.

At this moment, she held the cloth backpack to her chest, her back pressed against the hard seat, watching more and more people enter the carriage.

A well-mannered young man wearing glasses finally found his seat in the crowded carriage.

He had just put his luggage away and was about to sit down to rest his feet when a man with a fleshy face and a noticeable scar on his forehead walked over.

The scarred man glanced at the seat and sat down without saying a word.

The man with glasses watched his movements, stunned for a moment, then said politely, "Excuse me, comrade, please give up your seat. This is my seat, and it's clearly written on my ticket."

The scarred man glanced at the man with glasses and snorted disdainfully, "Your seat? Who said this is your seat? I paid for the ticket, too. It's the same price. Why can you sit here but I can't?"

The man with glasses blushed crimson. He suppressed his anger and patiently explained, "Comrade, the seat numbers are marked on the tickets. According to the rules, you sit according to your number. If you can't find your seat, you can ask the conductor."

"Rules? Why are there so many rules?" The scarred man suddenly stood up. He was more than half a head taller than the man with glasses. He stared at him fiercely. "I'm just sitting here. What can you do to me?"

The other passengers in the carriage all cast their eyes over, some whispered, and some watched silently, as if waiting for a good show to begin.

The man with glasses' companions saw this and quickly squeezed over. Seeing the man being bullied, they immediately stood up and said, "Are you being unreasonable? This seat is clearly ours, why are you occupying it?"

The scarred man showed no sign of weakness. He rolled up his sleeves and prepared to fight. "I'm just sitting here. What? You want to fight me? I'm not afraid of you weaklings!"

Seeing that the two sides were on the verge of a fight and the atmosphere was becoming increasingly tense, the companion squeezed through the crowd and ran out, ready to look for the conductor on the bus.

The conductor was a young man. After hearing the description of the man with glasses, he immediately followed him to the carriage where the incident occurred.

At this time, the man with glasses and the man with the scar on his head were still confronting each other, and many passengers had gathered around to watch the fun.

The flight attendant pushed through the crowd, walked in, and asked seriously, "What's going on? Stop arguing, and talk it over."

The man with glasses quickly took out his ticket and said, "Comrade, this is my ticket, and my seat number is here.

This person insisted that since he had paid, he should have a seat, and he took my seat and refused to leave.

The scarred man rushed in and said, "I bought the ticket, why can't I sit? Why can he sit but I can't?"

The conductor took the ticket from the man with glasses and looked at it, then asked the man with the scar for his ticket.

The scarred man took out a crumpled ticket from his pocket and handed it to the conductor.

After a careful check, the conductor found that the scarred man's ticket was a ticket without a seat.

The conductor patiently explained to the scarred man, "Comrade, you don't have a reserved seat. Passengers with reserved seats have reserved them in advance, and you can't take someone else's seat."

The scarred man stiffened his neck and said unconvincedly, "Why should he be able to sit comfortably while I have to stand? This isn't fair! I don't care, I need a seat too."

The conductor advised, "This is the rule, and everyone must abide by it. Passengers without seat tickets can rest if there is a vacant seat in the carriage. If not, they can only stand."

If you feel it is unfair, you can go to the station to complain and book a seat ticket in advance in the future.

But now, you have to give up your seat!"

The scarred man still refused to give in and shouted, "I don't care about the rules, I paid for it so I should have a place to sit!

If you don't solve this for me, no one will have a good day today!"

As he said this, he sat back down in his seat, folded his hands over his chest, looking like he had given up.

The passengers around began to whisper, some accused the scarred man of being unreasonable, while others expressed sympathy for the man with glasses, thinking that this matter was difficult to handle.

The man with glasses and his companions were also a little anxious. They didn't want to cause too much trouble on the way home, but they also didn't want to be bullied.

The companion said to the conductor, "Comrade, what should we do? He's been occupying the seat like this. We can't just stand all the time, can we?"

Another conductor who came over was older and more experienced. After listening to the whole story, he thought for a moment and said, "How about this, I'll go to other carriages to see if there are any empty seats. If there are, I'll arrange one for this comrade."

After saying that, he turned around and dived into the crowded crowd again.

While waiting for the conductor, the atmosphere in the carriage remained tense.

The scarred man glared at the man with glasses and his companions from time to time, muttering some unpleasant words.

The man with glasses and his companion tried their best to ignore him, just hoping that the flight attendant could find an empty seat quickly and resolve the dispute.

After a while, the conductor came back and said helplessly, "The other carriages are full too. There are no empty seats. Comrade, please give up your seat. It's not easy for everyone. Please show some understanding for each other."

When the scarred man heard there was still no seat, he flew into a rage. He stood up abruptly, pushed the conductor aside, and shouted, "No! You must give me an explanation today!"

The conductor staggered, his expression becoming serious. "Comrade, don't go too far! You're disturbing public order. If you keep going like this, we'll have to take coercive measures!"

Seeing that the flight attendant was serious, the scarred man's arrogance immediately subsided. He started cursing and finally gave up his seat reluctantly.

As the departure time drew closer, the carriage became even more crowded. The aisles and luggage racks were packed to the brim. Some people even wanted to squeeze themselves under the seats.

"Comrade, please make way." A man in a Zhongshan suit squeezed over, his briefcase brushing against Shen Xiaoxia's shoulder. He had a badge of Chairman Mao on his chest and a Hero pen on his lapel.

When passing by, Shen Xiaoxia also smelled the aroma of cold cream and saw the half of the Shanghai brand watch exposed on his wrist.

His appearance caused many people to look at him frequently, but the man seemed to be accustomed to this kind of scene. He held his head high and walked to the back without looking around.

Suddenly, a quarrel was heard not far away, attracting everyone's attention.

Looking in the direction of the voice, I saw a middle-aged woman in a blue cotton-padded jacket and a young man arguing with each other.

It turned out that the young man accidentally stepped on the middle-aged woman's foot. Not only did he not apologize, he also muttered that the other party was blocking the way.