I am Fugui

Chapter 268 Reaching the South
After two days of autumn rain, the gray slate streets are wet with some fallen leaves, and the cold autumn wind is blowing through the streets and alleys.

The sky was clear after no rain, and the sky was covered with thick white clouds, making the sky a little dark.

In the huge capital railway station, the crowd is like densely packed ants, and the iron trains like steel snakes are constantly coming in and out, and there is a huge passenger flow every day.

At the gate of the train station, Xu Fugui was wearing a neat Chinese tunic suit, with a large silver watch on his left wrist, and a wicker box in his right hand, saying goodbye to his father and mother.

The rest of the family went to work, and those who went to school went to school. The two old people had nothing to do, so they simply sent him to the train station, just to get acquainted with the environment of the capital.

"Father, do you remember how to take the bus back home?" Xu Fugui asked.

After living in the capital for a while, Xu's father is in a good state of mind. The main reason is that he met a group of old men and had more fun every day. He waved his hand impatiently, "Remember, I'm always rambling."

Xu Fugui was not angry either, he turned his head and said to Xu's mother with a playful smile: "Mother, don't miss me too much when your son is gone."

Xu's mother patted his hand with distaste on the surface, but she laughed in her heart. She has doted on this son since she was a child, and half of the reason is due to Fugui's nice speech, which is especially good at pleasing her.

She smoothed out the wrinkles on Fugui's tunic and said with satisfaction, "My son is the spirit."

After exchanging greetings for a while, Xu Fugui raised his wrist to check the time, said goodbye to them, turned around and walked into the train station, and came to the platform to wait.

After a while, a green leather train spewed white smoke into the station. After all the people at the next station got off, Xu Fugui came to the sleeper berth with the train ticket.

After putting his luggage away, he half-lyed on the bed, yawned, and took out an English book, but he didn't have the heart to read these big-headed words, but looked out the window boredly.

For some reason, it’s interesting to see life through the window. Some people are in a hurry, some are confused, some are high-spirited, and some are frowning. It seems that everyone has many stories.

Just when he was distracted, another white-haired old man entered the sleeper car he was in. Xu Fugui subconsciously glanced at him, stood up to greet him, "Mr. Zhang? Where are you going?"

The person who came was Zhang Huaigu, a well-known master of traditional Chinese medicine, who took the pulse of his family two days ago.

Zhang Huaigu's memory is obviously very good, and he recognized him at a glance, and nodded with a smile, "It's you, or the one with the child."

Xu Fugui's face was full of black lines, and he said seriously: "Master, it's not a good thing to say that, I have two children."

Zhang Huaigu smiled heartily, "Just kidding, don't take it seriously, I'm just like this, I can't control my mouth."

Xu Fugui shook his head, liking his temper, and stretched out his hand tentatively, "May I help you keep your luggage?"

Zhang Huaigu generously gave it to him, Xu Fugui took it and put it away, lay back on the bed, and subconsciously took out the cigarette.

Zhang Huaigu shook his head, gestured for the dry tobacco in his hand, "I'm not used to smoking yours."

Xu Fugui didn't ask any further questions, and looked out the window again, only to find that there was no one there, so he could only focus on the English books in his hand.

He plans to improve his English during this time, and go abroad to minimize communication barriers.

Zhang Huaigu lit the dry cigarette, imitating him half lying on the bed, and asked leisurely: "Little brother, where are you going?"

"A business trip to the South."

Zhang Huaigu let out a snort, "It seems that you are still quite a leader. When you go on a business trip to such a far place, what you read in your hand is foreign language, can you understand it? It's unusual."

Xu Fugui changed the subject, "Master, where are you going?"

Zhang Huaigu didn't hide it either, "Going back to my hometown, a friend is dying, so go and see him off."

Meeting is fate, the two chatted a few more words, and found that each other was very appetizing, and the topic of conversation also increased.

Mr. Zhang talked more about the cases he encountered in his medical practice, as well as various sayings of Chinese medicine, which Xu Fugui listened to with great interest.

However, after all, the elderly are not energetic enough. After talking for almost half an hour, they feel that they do not have enough energy.

Xu Fugui offered to take a rest first, so Mr. Zhang went to sleep directly, while Xu Fugui turned on the lamp, read English books and periodicals carefully, and took out an English dictionary to translate when he encountered a word he did not know.

Mr. Zhang got off the train after a short ride, and Xu Fugui spent the next few days and nights on the train, making several turns along the way.

To be honest, he has no interest in taking the train anymore. He was very interested when he took the train for the first time, but now he takes it a few times, and even feels a little bored.

Finally, the train stopped at a coastal city in the south.

As soon as he got out of the train station, a heat wave hit the pavement, and a thin layer of sweat broke out from the tip of his nose instantly. He hurriedly took off his tunic jacket.

The more you go outside, the more you can feel the unique local style.

The skin of passers-by on the street is generally dark, and there is a fishy smell in the air from time to time, and the thick water vapor wraps the whole body, making people feel stuffy and wet.

The local dialect seemed to be Cantonese, and he couldn't understand a sentence, which made him dizzy for a while.

And the pedestrians around also cast their eyes on him frequently. After all, among the crowd who are generally wearing coarse sweaters, he is wearing a white shirt, stepping on leather shoes, and the silver watch on his wrist reflects the dazzling white light under the sunlight. Be different from everyone else.

Xu Fugui could even see a hint of malice flashing in some people's eyes, obviously thinking about him as an outsider.

Xu Fugui didn't dare to be careless, so he chose places with many people and came to the state-run restaurant. After some difficult communication, he finally ordered a good meal.

But when the food was served on the table, he was a little dumbfounded. These meals were all light, and there was no red pepper in sight.

After one bite, it was still sweet, and my heart was filled with weirdness. The food culture here is also very unique.

But Xu Fugui still insisted on finishing his meal. After he finished eating, he found a few young people who seemed to be doing nothing, and spent a few dollars to get him a way to smuggle them out.

These gangsters led them to find their boss, who then introduced him to the snakehead, and Xu Fugui spent a lot of money as an intermediary fee on the way.

The snake head looked at him carefully, and the fox asked: "You are not a spy sent by the government, are you?"

Xu Fugui's face was full of black lines, "I'm not."

"How do you prove that you are not?"

"I am the son of Mr. Xu in Yunxi County. My Xu family is a well-known landowner. If you don't believe me, you can inquire." Xu Fugui half-truthfully said.

The snake head didn't ask too much, just ask casually, even if they are spies, they have more than one den.

He said, "at seven o'clock tonight, wait at the entrance of the state-run hotel"

(End of this chapter)