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Chapter 407 Moscow doesn’t believe in tears
The plane stopped steadily at Baiyun Airport.

The two of them got off the plane with their suitcases. Fang Minghua smiled and said to Zhao Hongjun, "Aren't you going to visit your sister?"

"Let's go do business first, and we'll talk about it when we get back." Zhao Hongjun was in a mood at this time, wishing he could grow wings and fly to Hainan immediately.

The two of them left the waiting hall and took a taxi directly to Huacheng Railway Station. When they arrived at the train station, they inquired about it. What made them depressed was that there was no direct railway from Huacheng to Zhanjiang!
After asking the station staff, I learned that to get to Zhanjiang, you must first take a train to Hengyang in Hunan Province, then turn to Guilin and Liuzhou in Guangxi Province, and then go south to Yulin before finally reaching Zhanjiang.

The whole journey lasted 24 hours!

Oh my God
The two looked at each other.

The two of them didn't want to ride in a car that would be unbearable and bumpy, and it would take more than ten hours. There was no other way, so the two of them had to buy two train tickets to take a detour to Zhanjiang. They spent a whole day and night before finally arriving in Zhanjiang.

After getting off the car, I didn't even bother to rest. I just found a restaurant and had a bowl of the famous Powei Fried Rice Noodles, and then took a taxi to Zhanjiang Pier.

The sun is setting now.

Standing on the edge of the pier, looking at the sparkling sea under the sun and the salty sea breeze blowing, people immediately feel relaxed and happy.

Zhao Hongjun saw the sea for the first time, and he seemed very interested. He smiled and said to Fang Minghua: "Seeing this scene reminds me of a poem I memorized when I was in school."

"What poem?"

"There is no way to know how beautiful the sea is
As far as the eye can see, there is water.

Nothing but water is legs.”

Doggerel?
It's not as humorous as someone else's song "Ocean, you are all water, O horse, you have four legs."

"Don't worry about poetry. Go buy a ticket, or you won't be able to catch the last ferry." Fang Minghua urged.

"walk."

When the two came to the ticket office, they naturally had to show a letter of introduction issued by their work unit. However, Hainan has not yet implemented a border defense permit these days, so there is one missing procedure.

It was already night, the stars were shining brightly, the port was still brightly lit, and people preparing for the night crossing were still queuing up.

After the last light on the shore disappeared, the ship sailed in the vast night sea. I don't know how long it took to sail, and finally saw a light appearing in front of it.

The destination, Haikou, has arrived.

In the early morning, the two got off the boat and stood on Xiuying Pier. Looking around, except for the blue sea, the rest was farmland, and there was no shadow of the city at all.

After asking the staff wearing red sleeves at the pier, I learned that there is a 20-kilometer rural road to get here from the city, and buses run every two hours.

Two hours? !
The two of them gasped after hearing this.

"Then how can we get to the city quickly? Are there taxis?" Zhao Hongjun couldn't help but ask again.

"Here" the staff member pointed to the east. Fang Minghua looked in the direction of his finger and saw more than a dozen simple motorcycles similar to three-wheelers parked here and there under the coconut trees. The drivers wore He was bargaining with a group of passengers who had disembarked on the local unique bamboo hat.

Fang Minghua and Zhao Hongjun hurried over with their luggage, and five minutes later they boarded a three-wheeled motorcycle - three yuan per person.

Zhao Hongjun is a very thief. He sat down in the sidecar of a three-wheeled motorcycle and pretended to be carrying his own luggage. Fang Minghua had no choice but to sit in the back seat, which was fortunately more spacious.

The motorcycle driver stepped on the accelerator twice and was about to leave when he suddenly heard a girl's voice from behind: "Comrade driver, wait a minute."

As soon as Fang Minghua turned around, he saw a very delicate girl wearing glasses, wearing a T-shirt and jeans and carrying a travel bag, panting over.

"Comrade driver, can you take me to Haikou?" The girl spoke Mandarin with a hint of Beijing movies.

The driver was a man in his early forties with dark skin. He smiled honestly after hearing this and said, "Salesman (girl), three yuan per person, as long as they are willing."

Obviously, if a two-person vehicle usually takes three people, the driver will not have any objection, as long as the two men agree.

"Brother, please, let me sit on it too. There are no cars around here." The girl immediately begged.

Sure enough, the surrounding tricycles had already driven away, and they were the only one left.

Seeing that Fang Minghua and the others were silent, the girl seemed to have thought of something and quickly took out a red notebook from her travel bag and handed it to the other party. "I'm not a bad person, I'm a college student and this is my diploma."

Bad guy?

Fang Minghua couldn't help laughing after hearing this.

Are you a bad person like this?

She is obviously an inexperienced young woman.

Zhao Hongjun was curious and took the graduation certificate, looked at it, and handed it to Fang Minghua.

The girl's name is Dai Jiali, and she graduated from Yanjing Foreign Languages ​​Institute.

This is also a famous university.

"Minghua, why don't you move the girl's position? It's convenient for others." Zhao Hongjun said.

What the hell!

You said it simply!
You sit alone in the sidecar and let us squeeze in the back? !
Fang Minghua glared at him.

"I'm fat, and you're thinner, so I'll replace you." Zhao Hongjun laughed again.

Zhao Hongjun has indeed gained a lot of weight in the past few years, with his belly getting bigger first, but with his slicked back hair, he still has the temperament of a successful entrepreneur.

The girl was also smart and immediately begged Fang Minghua: "Brother, please do okay. I'm very thin and can't take up much space."

Fang Minghua glanced at the girl.

is very thin.

Wearing a t-shirt with parking space in front.
"Okay, you sit behind me, but don't blame me if you fall." Fang Minghua had to say.

"Don't worry, it won't happen." The girl said quickly.

Fang Minghua had no choice but to move his butt forward. The girl was very happy to sit on the back of the tricycle and begged Zhao Hongjun to help her carry her travel bag.

Soon there was black smoke coming from the back of the No. 3 motorcycle, heading toward the city.

The asphalt road leading to the city is not wide, but it has obviously been repaired, so the road is in good condition and does not feel too bumpy.

The girl was a little nervous at first and hugged Fang Minghua's waist tightly, but she relaxed obviously later and her back was not so tight, finally allowing him to breathe.

Three-wheeled motorcycles were speeding on the road. There were tall coconut trees on both sides of the road. Beyond that, there were large lychee orchards, and the blue sea was faintly visible in the distance.

The scenery is very beautiful.

There is no cold wind from the north, and the sea breeze blowing on your face is gentle.

This made Fang Minghua, who came from the north, feel comfortable.

The girl sitting behind me also felt the unique southern scenery, and finally started to sing softly.

Несразувсёустроилось,

(Not everything comes naturally)
Москванесразустроилась
(Moscow was not built in a day)
Москваслезамневерила,

(Moscow does not believe in words)
аверилалюбви
(but believe in love)

The song was actually in Russian!
The sound is quite nice.

The melody is very familiar and it is a very popular song of this era.

Episode from the Soviet film "Moscow Does Not Believe in Tears".

(End of this chapter)