Goddess routine

Soon came the day of the university term.

The autumn tiger is still very strong, and the lingering prestige of summer has not yet dissipated. Mo Xiaobei is sitting in his cement floor house with a suitcase bought with the money he earned from part-time work. While taking a nap, he looks at the corn kernels drying in the yard. And cotton don't be ruined by birds.

The temperature on the lichen is scorching, and walking on it with bare feet can make people feel that the soles of their feet are burning.

She was admitted to a university on the south coast, which is more than 1000 miles away from her home. Given her family's circumstances, if she wanted to go there, she could only take the train.

However, people in the countryside don't know that train tickets need to be booked in advance. They didn't know which city to go to until the day before school started, when her father wanted to take her to report and buy tickets at the train station in the city. All direct train tickets are sold out.

Her father reluctantly asked the conductor if there was any other way, and the other party impatiently asked them to wait at home for news.

So she had to wait in the courtyard of her house while her dad ran around the city train station asking if anyone wanted a refund.

Their school was reported on September 11th. They originally planned to arrive at No. 13, but it was delayed because of this incident. It was not until the morning of No. [-] that her father begged her grandpa to tell her grandma to get two hard-seat tickets. Then she got into the car.

When she was about to leave, there was a light rain at home. The weather was still scorching hot, but the temperature dropped immediately, and everyone put on autumn clothes.

The place I went to was at a very low latitude, and it was a place where it was not too cold in winter.

But her mother has never studied geography, doesn't understand the regression line, and doesn't know that there is a word called "temperature difference". She just thinks that the house is so cold, and that place should be the same, so she stubbornly asked her father to use a snakeskin bag After packing a thick quilt for her to take with her, and supervising her to put on a thick overcoat, they were sent to the train.

Mo Xiaobei had never taken a train before, and because of her motion sickness, she didn't even take a car much.

So she was always worried that she would vomit due to motion sickness on the train and affect others.

But when she dragged a large bag of luggage, squeezed through layers of crowds, and got into the car, she realized that she was thinking too much.

You won't get motion sickness by train.

However, there are many rules when traveling by train. For example, there are hard seats and no seats, hard sleepers and soft sleepers. For example, you can’t buy things at the station because the prices are too deceitful.

Since the great powers used artillery to force open the gate of China, the train has always been the first means of transportation that the Chinese people must choose when traveling far.

For nothing else, because it's cheap.It's cheap.It's very close to the people.

No migrant worker with two snakeskin bags covered in dirt would want to fly there to work.

More than 1000 air tickets may be more than their monthly salary.

So their first choice was the train, and they also chose the non-seat and hard-seat carriages in the train together.

She and her dad sat by the window on the left, and the train took about 22 hours, so they had to stay in a small seat with only one buttock seat until they reached the station.

If a person is standing all the time, the blood will not circulate, and it will also be the same if he is sitting all the time.After sitting for seven or eight hours without moving, she felt numb in her lower body.Her father sat next to her, looking around cautiously, closely watching the luggage, while asking her warmly, "Xiaobei, it's good for you to sit here, dad will make a bucket of instant noodles for you, okay?"

"No need." Mo Xiaobei shook his head, looking at her father's tanned face from doing farm work, feeling sore in his heart, "Dad, please rest, I'll just look at the luggage."

"It's okay, dad can last a while." Her dad shook his head stubbornly, and continued to hold the snakeskin bags in his dry hands, lest the thieves in the carriage would steal them.

The carriage was full of people with large and small luggage, and the smell of sweat from their bodies permeated the surroundings, making Mo Xiaobei feel very uncomfortable.

As the car drove south, the outside sun shone in through a layer of transparent glass windows, so that the moisture on the person's body seemed to evaporate.

The people around him were chattering non-stop, mixed with a lot of foul language, and spit into the car from time to time, with the smell of leeks and garlic when they spoke.

It's not the same as what she met in school.

For the first time, Mo Xiaobei personally felt that a few carriages of a train can easily divide people into different classes.

In fact, when Mo Xiaobei was a child, he liked squatting beside the road and watching cars the most.

Because at that time her little aunt was working in a toy factory in a bustling city, and every time she came back, she would bring her toys and raisin candies.

So after she finished her homework after school every day, she squatted behind her house, waiting for her little aunt to come back.

At that time, she didn't know the meaning of working, and she didn't understand how hard it would be for a young girl like her little aunt to work outside.

Just sitting under a big banyan tree behind the house after chewing the raisins brought to her by her little aunt, looking at the passing vehicles and the drivers inside, thinking.

Would those people know that she was waiting for her little aunt?If they found out that she likes to eat snacks at such an age, would they be as angry as her mother and beat her with a broom?

The scenery outside the train receded in front of her, and through the window, she could see many familiar scenes.

The old man walked between the field ridges with his children on his back, and a few naughty children climbed up the tree to pick the red persimmons.Young men and women wearing straw hats are drying newly harvested rice in the rice field at the gate.

They don't expect to see their labor sitting on the train, they only concentrate on doing their own things.

They are passers-by in these people's lives.In fact, after today, she might not remember what she saw them do here.

Passers-by and people who have already settled down are still different after all.

She knows now.It turns out that the people sitting in the car are worried about the distance, but never pay attention to the scenery beside the road.

So in fact, she is not ashamed, no one will care except her own relatives.

Because they would just watch it as a joke, but leave no memory of it afterwards.

So, why do you care so much about outsiders?

When freshmen enter college, it is often the busiest time.

They sat in the car for nearly a day and a night in a daze, and when they arrived at the train station and were pushed and crowded into a fog, there were many senior brothers and sisters holding signs with the school's name on them and looking outside the station.

When they saw their parents walking towards them with a student-like person, they yelled, "Is it from xx University? Is it from xx University?"

If it is, they will happily take the person's arm, hand each of them a bottle of water enthusiastically, and guide them to the freshmen waiting area, "Come, come, let the brother carry your luggage for you, you are welcome, you are welcome , Brother is free, so why not use it for nothing, we will be a family in the future, who will follow whom."

If not, they would smile gently and turn around to look for someone else.

A total of more than a dozen groups of people are doing the same thing, and it is really interesting to see how they pull people.

She had never participated in any club activities in high school, so these were very new to her.

While watching those people robbing people with great interest, she herself was surrounded by several girls with bright smiles, and the scene seemed to eat her alive.

She was so scared that she quickly raised her hand to indicate which university she was from.

As soon as she finished speaking, three senior sisters and a senior brother flashed over from the side, quickly took the luggage from her and her father, and led them to the bus sent by the school to the train station.

On TV and in many news pictures, Mo Xiaobei has seen many pictures of college freshmen being seen off by their parents and received by brothers and sisters when they start school.

But when it was really her turn, she vaguely understood the mood.

Of course, it is a very happy thing to be admitted to a university. When I actually walk to the gate of the university and look at the archway of the school where I will study for four years, the excitement is even more indescribable.

But for her who came from a poor family, it was actually a very embarrassing thing to report.

One thing that stands out is that when other people's parents are dressed appropriately to carry luggage for their sons and daughters, her dark-skinned father is wearing the PLA shoes that he used to move bricks in the kiln factory, and drags his rolled-up trousers on the ground. On the two ends of a shoulder pole are the snakeskin bags her mother packed for her, which are particularly conspicuous among them.

She didn't mean to dislike her father, nor did she want to compare with others, but when she saw people around her who were smiling like her and ran to report, she unconsciously felt a sense of inferiority.

Girls are naturally sensitive.They are also beautiful.

Every girl should be an angel sent by God, and they should receive 12 points of love and care.

But unfortunately, since she was very young, when she has been staring at other people's clothes enviously, her mother told her, good girl, we should not compare with other people's clothes. They are better than anyone else.

So all these years, except for a little better grades, she is almost useless in other aspects.

Compared with these similar people, she felt like a grain of salt mixed in the ocean.

Her self-esteem would be crushed by such an obvious difference.

Why should you care what other people think?

She doesn't want to either.

But when she unconsciously spoke to those people, there was a hint of caution in her tone.

This makes her seem inferior to others.

Therefore, in fact, she herself is the lowest grade among the three, six, and nine grades.