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Chapter 1 Han Qiao

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1999, winter.

Fine pieces of snow putty were falling from the dark night sky, and the earth was gray.

On a southbound train, Han Qiao held the worn sack in his hand and looked at the handsome face on the glass window with dull eyes.

This is the face of a handsome official, with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes. The sharp edges and corners of the face add a bit of determination. The only drawback is that there is a bloodstain on the left cheek, which is scarred and looks slightly embarrassed.

No matter how strange it looks, my balls hurt.

"Hey, Xiao Guo, give me a break."

There was a shout in his ears. Han Qiao looked back and saw that the train had arrived at the station midway.

The new uncle who got on the bus was carrying big and small bags and greeted Han Qiao. Han Qiao stood up and saw that the uncle had a lot of luggage, so he offered his hand to help him carry the bags.

After finishing my work, I sat down and leaned against the carriage, shivering and breathing heavily. After moving like this, I became even hungrier.

Otherwise, you will starve to death just after you are reborn!

After sitting for a while, Han Qiao also remembered something.

This train K73 is bound for Shanghai from Chongqing.

It is now 1999, the Chinese New Year has just passed, and it is the third day of the Lunar New Year.

It turned out that this kid's parents were dead, and his brother and sister-in-law didn't want to see him at home, so he sneaked out alone and went south to make a living. As a result, he fainted from hunger on the train.

The uncle patted the snow putty on his body, took out a few steamed buns from his bag, and placed them in front of Han Qiao, with a smile on his wrinkled face: "Little pot, just a few steamed buns, don't dislike it."

Han Qiao's eyes shone, and all he could see was the steamed buns. He thanked him, picked up the steamed buns, and ate them hungrily.

"Xiao Guo, you're not very old, where are you going?"

"I...don't know..." Han Qiao was stunned, shook his head, and thought of something: "Go to Hengdian and become an actor."

Han Qiao wolfed down the food, saying that he was a cheap person. He had been hungry for two days and one night, and the steamed buns tasted better than roasted chicken.

"Hengdian." The uncle smiled cheerfully, "That's for sure."

Han Qiao filled his stomach, his mind was drowsy, he kept replying to his uncle, and he fell asleep after a while.

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The next day, early morning.

Han Qiao woke up to the whine of the train, rubbed his eyes, and saw low hills outside the car window.

Subconsciously, he touched the sack in his arms and found it was still there. As for the contents of the sack, Han Qiao didn't care at all. He bought the ticket and his pocket was cleaner than his face.

On the third day of the Lunar New Year, there were not many people in the sleeper berths. There were only a few people eating melon seeds and chatting.

Han Qiao looked at the terrain outside and estimated that he had already left Chongqing and reached Hubei.

He stood up and stretched. His whole body was full of energy. Han Qiao felt happy in his heart. This was not a body that was overtaxed by 996 blessings in his previous life.

"Hey, Xiaoguo, wake up. Here are some steamed buns. Don't mind it." The uncle's voice came from behind.

Han Qiao looked back and saw that the uncle was holding a glass can bottle with yellow and orange colors in his hand, and handed over some steamed buns.

Han Qiao was not polite either. He said it well, but he was thin-skinned and couldn't stand it.

But we can't starve to death.

The steamed bun was torn in half and handed half to the uncle. Han Qiao said with a smile: "Thank you, uncle. I'm not polite. I really don't have any money. It's just the steamed bun given by you, and I don't dare to eat it alone."

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"It's nothing, it's all from Chongqing." The uncle patted Han Qiao's shoulder, sat on a small stool, and chatted with each other while drinking hot water.

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In his previous life, Han Qiao wrote novels, worked as a real estate agent, traveled all over the world, and was also good at talking nonsense on the train.

The uncle is also a simple person, otherwise he would not go out to work on the third day of the Lunar New Year.

He talked nonsense for a long time.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

The train kept going, and at ten o'clock, the noisy sleeper became quiet again.

In 1999, there were no interesting mobile phones. In addition to sleeping on the train, I read books and newspapers, but most of the time I slept.

The uncle didn't sleep a wink last night. He talked nonsense for a long time and couldn't bear it any longer. With Han Qiao looking after his luggage, he finally managed to get some sleep.

This is also the reason why a person needs to find someone he can trust relatively when going out. In this era, there are many pickpockets roaming the trains. These pickpockets commit crimes in teams and are very rampant. In the early years, they even dared to stop the train and rob.

In 2004, Feng Laopao also made a film "A World Without Thieves" specifically on this theme.

Han Qiao was bored alone, sorting through the memories in his mind. His original ID card showed that he was just over 18 years old, but in fact he was only 16 years old.

Sixteen years later, there are very few memories that can be provided. This child's parents died young and he never went to school. Fortunately, his neighbor's sister took pity on him and taught him how to read.

I lived to the age of sixteen, and my only profound memory was a movie I watched on a cruise ship - "The Opium War".

This movie was shot in Hengdian in 1996.

The light and shadow life on the small screen had a huge impact on the young man. It was a different kind of life different from the already bleak life. He did not hesitate to leave his hometown, bankrupt his family and everything, and go south to make a living alone.

Han Qiao sorted out his memory. He wondered if he had inherited the soul of his original body. He found that his memory was much better than before. He could recall many familiar songs and novels from his previous life.

This also made him breathe a sigh of relief, finally having someone to rely on.

Now that he has come, he will make peace with it. As he occupies a young man's body in this life, he will naturally realize his dream.

And isn’t it great to have a new year’s income? It’s so great.

Set a small goal first, to become an actor.

Bah, it's a group performance of lying on corpses.

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The train clanked, and Han Qiao spent his third day in this world.

We will arrive at Jinhua Station soon.

Han Qiao packed his luggage. It was said to be luggage, but in fact it was just a sack. There were only a few pieces of tattered clothes in the sack, which meant they were clean. Otherwise, they were just like beggars.

Han Qiao asked about the uncle's home address, thinking about how he would repay him when he became rich in the future. The uncle was an upright person and left two addresses. He told Han Qiao that if he couldn't survive in Hengdian, he should go to Shanghai to find him. The construction site was no better than other places.

, as long as you have the strength, you will not die of hunger.

"Passengers, please get off at Jinhua Station in an orderly manner."

Han Qiao picked up the sack and bowed to the old man. Thanks to the old man's steamed buns, he would have died in the middle of the road.

"Xiaoguo, I don't have much to give you as a gift. I have some money here, not much, just twenty yuan. Don't think it's too little." The uncle is an honest man. When he saw Han Qiao giving a big gift, he felt like his face was burning.

, hurriedly helped Han Qiao up, struggling flashed across his wrinkled face. He felt sorry for the baby. He unbuttoned his clothes with his right hand. There was a small pocket sewn inside the leather jacket. The uncle opened the small pocket and found a handful of change. He took out two coins.

Give a large denomination to Han Qiao.

There is no way, uncle, the largest denomination of a handful of change is ten yuan.

Han Qiao didn't answer, but said with a smile: "Don't worry, uncle, I have a relative in Jinhua. I will join him as soon as I get off the car. I won't starve to death."

"Thank you for your kindness. Han Qiao will never forget it."

When the train arrived at the station, Han Qiao picked up the sack, waved goodbye to his uncle, and got off the train without looking back.

In 1999, I came.

(End of chapter)