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Chapter 1 Hanqiao
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1999, winter.

Crushed snow putty spilled from the dark night sky, and the earth was gray.

On a train going south, Han Qiao was holding the worn-out sack in his hand, staring blankly at the handsome face on the glass window.

This is a handsome face of a watchman, with sword eyebrows and star eyes. The sharp edges and corners of the knife-shaved face add a bit of perseverance. The fly in the ointment is that there is a bloodstain on the left cheek, which is scarred and looks a little embarrassed.

No matter how you look at it, it's so strange, it hurts.

"Oh, Xiaoguo, let me go."

There was a shout in his ear, and Han Qiao looked back, and it turned out that the train had arrived at the station halfway.

The old man who got into the car was carrying big bags and small bags, and greeted Han Qiao. Han Qiao stood up, saw that the old man had a lot of luggage, and helped the old man carry the bags.

After finishing his work, he sat down and leaned his back against the carriage, panting heavily with trembling, and after such a movement, his stomach became even hungrier.

If you don't get reborn, you'll starve to death!
Sitting slowly, Han Qiao also remembered something.

This train K73 is bound for Shanghai from Chongqing.

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

In the original body, both parents of this kid died, and his elder brother and sister-in-law didn't want to see him, so he ran out alone, wandered south, and ended up starving and fainted on the train.

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

Han Qiao's eyes lit up, only the steamed buns remained in his eyes, he thanked him, picked up the steamed buns, and ate them voraciously.

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

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

Han Qiao devoured it voraciously. If you say people are cheap, after being hungry for two days and one night, the steamed buns are more delicious than roast chicken.

"Hengdian." The uncle smiled cheerfully, "That's a must."

Han Qiao's stomach was full, his mind was drowsy, and he went back to the uncle one after another, and fell asleep after a while.

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The next day, early morning.

Han Qiao woke up to the whining sound of the train, and rubbed his eyes. There were short hills outside the train window.

Subconsciously touched the sack in his arms, and it was still there. As for the things in 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, only a few people were eating melon seeds and chatting.

Han Qiao looked at the terrain outside, and estimated that he had left Chongqing and arrived in Hubei.

Standing up and stretching his waist, Han Qiao was full of vitality. Han Qiao was very happy. This is not the body that was overdrawn by 996 blessings in his previous life.

"Hey, Xiaoguo, wake up, come here, there are still a few steamed buns, don't be disgusted." The voice of the uncle came from behind.

Han Qiao looked back and saw that the uncle was holding a glass canning jar with yellow oranges and oranges in it, and handed over some steamed buns.

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

You can't starve to death.

The steamed bun was torn in half, and half was handed to the old man. Han Qiao smiled and said, "Thank you, old man, I'm not welcome, I really don't have any money, but I dare not eat the steamed buns by myself after all. "

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

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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 good at talking nonsense on the train.

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

Nonsense for a long time.

"Woooooo..."

The train was running all the way, and at ten o'clock, the noisy sleeper became quiet again.

In 1999, there were no fun mobile phones. Apart from sleeping on the train, I read books and newspapers, but more of them were sleeping.

Uncle didn't close his eyes last night. He talked nonsense for a long time and couldn't bear it anymore. With Han Qiao watching the luggage, he was finally able to close his eyes and sleep.

This is also the reason why one needs to find a relatively trustworthy person when traveling alone. In this era, there are many pickpockets roaming on the train. These pickpocket teams commit crimes very rampantly. 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 subject.

Han Qiao was bored by himself, sorting out the memories in his mind. His original identity card was just full, but he was actually only 16 years old.

In 16 years, there are very few memories that can be provided. The child's parents died early and he did not go to school. Fortunately, the neighbor's sister took pity on him and taught him to read.

Stumbling and living until the age of 16, the only deep memory is actually a movie I watched on the cruise—"The Opium War".

The film was shot in Hengdian in 1996.

The life of light and shadow on the small screen has given the young man a huge impact. It is different from the already bleak life.

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

This also made him breathe a sigh of relief, at least he had something to rely on.

Once you come, you can rest easy, occupying the boy's body in this life, and naturally want to realize the boy's dream.

And don't you feel happy when you earn a new year?Fantastic.

Set a small goal first, get an actor.

Bah, laying corpses in groups.

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The train was bang bang, Han Qiao spent the third day in this world.

We will arrive at Jinhua Station soon.

Han Qiao packed his luggage. He said it was luggage, but it was actually a sack. There were only a few pieces of tattered clothes in the sack, which meant they had been washed clean, otherwise they would look like beggars.

Han Qiao asked the old man's home address, thinking that he would have to repay him no matter what in the future. The old man is an upright person, so he left two addresses and told Han Qiao that if he can't get along in Hengdian, he can go to Shanghai to find him. The construction site is no better than other places. , As long as you have the strength, you won't starve to death.

"Passenger friends, the station ahead is Jinhua Station, please get off in an orderly manner."

Han Qiao picked up the sack and bowed to the old man to salute. Along the way, thanks to the steamed buns from the old man, otherwise he would have died in the middle of the road.

"Xiao Guo, I don't have much to give you. There is some money here, but not much. It's only 20 yuan. Don't think it's too little." The uncle is a sincere person. Seeing Han Qiao's big gift, he felt his face was burning. Helping Han Qiao up in a hurry, struggles flashed across his wrinkled face. After all, he felt sorry for the baby. He untied the 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 large pockets. The denomination is given to Han Qiao.

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

Han Qiao didn't pick it up, and said with a smile, "don't worry, sir, I have a relative here in Jinhua. I'll go to him as soon as I get off the car. I won't die of hunger."

"Thank you uncle for counting the meals, Han Qiao will never forget it."

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

In 1999, here I am.

(End of this chapter)