Chapter 25

The girl was an actress from the General Political Department Drama Troupe. After working for more than half a year, in addition to rehearsing the troupe's plays, she was also seconded to star in a movie.

It was fulfilling enough, but she didn't have a moment of leisure. Now she finally got a small vacation before National Day and could go home to visit her parents and siblings.

Oh, she is from Shanghai.

Seeing that there were no seats in the waiting hall, she went directly to the front of the line, although she might have to stand for a while.

And she was carrying two bags that didn't look light. On the left were her own clothes and personal belongings, and on the right were Beijing specialties bought for her family.

But she wasn't afraid of being tired. She went to the countryside in Jiangxi to join the production team when she was a teenager, and then served as an art soldier for several years. She had also suffered, so what was this.

There was still more than half an hour before ticket checking, but after she stood at the head of the line, a long queue soon formed behind her. Many men stretched their necks to look ahead, including many married men and those with one foot in the grave.

Wei Ming didn't join in the fun. Isn't it just Gong Xue? Look at those hopeless people.

That's right, this woman is Gong Xue. Wei Ming was very confident in his eyes.

After all, this person became famous all over the country in the next few years and then quickly retired from the screen. Although there were not many works, she was a goddess of a generation who left indelible memories and regrets for countless male youths born in the 60s and 70s.

Wei Ming even bought the other party's calendar. From January to December, it was all Gong Xue. He wittily took the twelve pages apart and pasted them on the wall separately. Suddenly, the humble room was full of color and fragrance.

Fortunately, he hadn't done anything bad to her calendar, otherwise it would be so awkward to meet.

But she shouldn't be famous yet, otherwise the commotion would definitely be bigger.

Just as he was thinking, Wei Ming saw a two- or three-year-old little girl rush out from the side, walk to Gong Xue, and then hug her thigh, calling out "Mom" unexpectedly, with a crying tone.

When this "Mom" was shouted out, Wei Ming seemed to hear the sound of many male youths' hearts breaking.

Gong Xue blushed deeply. She denied it in a panic and had to coax the child. In a shy state, her little face was even more delicious.

Fortunately, the misunderstanding was soon cleared up. A middle-aged woman who didn't look like her at all and wore different clothes ran over to hug her face-blind daughter and apologized repeatedly.

Not long after a small episode, the gate opened, and passengers began to enter the platform one after another.

Wei Ming and Professor Qu were at the back. At first, Wei Ming's gaze could lock onto Gong Xue, but soon she disappeared into the vast sea of people, and he didn't know which carriage she got on.

Wei Ming first sent Professor Qu to the No. 1 soft sleeper carriage and settled her down. There was a small room for four people, two upper and lower bunks. Professor Qu was on the upper bunk, and the other three were older than her, and the leadership flavor was very strong.

Although professors, experts, engineers, and foreigners could also take this special carriage, it was obvious that there were more cadres.

Wei Ming took care of her so meticulously, and Professor Qu was also very moved. She asked Wei Ming: "Little Wei, you haven't been to Shanghai, right?"

Wei Ming shook his head. He hadn't been to Shanghai in the 20th century, but he had been there a few times in the 21st century—lights, wine, and gold.

Professor Qu said: "I can be considered half a Shanghainese. When you get there, just follow me. If there is any place you want to go, you can also ask me."

"That would be great!"

She was from Zhejiang. Her father was a senior commissioner of the Shanghai Communications Bank. During the Republic of China and the early days of the founding of the People's Republic, she lived in Shanghai with a wealthy life until she grew up and went to Beijing for university.

So her "background" was considered very bad. Coupled with her straightforward personality, she firmly refused to write bad things about her teacher, so she suffered a lot when she was young.

It wasn't until the train started and the passengers were seated that Wei Ming left. It was chaotic just now, and it was not easy to cross four carriages.

Wei Ming put his bag here and only took away a satchel and a water bottle.

The No. 2 and No. 3 carriages were both hard sleepers and were basically full. There were still rich people in this day and age. A forty-yuan ticket was almost a month's salary for a bottom-level worker.

Wei Ming walked very slowly, looking while walking.

No.

Not her.

Others were also looking at him. What is that on this person's neck? Wei Ming even saw the little girl who misidentified her mother at the ticket gate, but he didn't see Gong Xue.

When he arrived at...

After all, he had many dream lovers, so who was she.

Just as Wei Ming found his seat and was about to expel the fat comrade who occupied his seat, the other party spoke first.

"Little comrade, this seat is yours, right?"

"Yes." Wei Ming showed his ticket.

"Oh my, what a coincidence, we are also going to Shanghai. This is my partner. Look, can we change seats? You go to the No. 10 carriage, I am in this position." He took out his ticket.

Wei Ming didn't really want to change. He was afraid that Professor Qu would come to find him and couldn't find him, and the No. 10 carriage was too far.

"Comrade, I'm really sorry, I can't change. I still have to take care of an elder in the sleeper carriage. Her health is not very good, and the No. 10 carriage is too far." Wei Ming had a posture of "it's not that I'm not loyal, it's just that the conditions don't allow it."

"Is that so?" The reason was very strong, and the fat man sitting by the window had nothing to say. "Then why don't you go to the No. 10 carriage, wife, and see if the people there are willing to change seats. Women are easier to talk to."

So his wife left. The fat man didn't seem to want to move and closed his eyes to blow the wind. Wei Ming simply sat in his partner's seat, next to the aisle.

!

A long journey, only books for company.

Wei Ming brought five books, which should be enough. They were *Jin Jin's Fairy Tale Collection* edited by Aunt Lu Xiaoyan and others.

Lao She's not-so-famous work *The Biography of Niu Tianci*.

Wang Meng's novel *Long Live Youth* published just this year.

A volume of *Selected Works of Mao*.

The last one was the third part of the novel *Morning in Shanghai*, which had been serialized in *Harvest* more than twenty years ago.

Wei Ming started reading from *Morning in Shanghai* first. He had just seen the first two parts in the library, so strike while the iron is hot.

This is a panoramic novel about the socialist transformation of capitalist industry and commerce, which helps him understand Shanghai.

The third part didn't actually finish the story, and there should be another part later.

Accompanied by the snoring of the fat man next to him, Wei Ming soon got into it.

However, just as he entered the state, he heard a crisp and gentle voice next to him.

"Comrade, comrade~"

Wei Ming looked up.

The person who came was obviously stunned, a little surprised by Wei Ming's youth and handsomeness, and then she apologized: "Comrade, your partner is waiting for you, hurry over."

Wei Ming looked at Gong Xue and asked with a smile: "Then what about your daughter? Just leave her alone like this?"

Gong Xue blushed deeply. That little girl really isn't my daughter, I'm a pure maiden!

"Just kidding, the person you are looking for is not me." People in this era have no sense of humor. Wei Ming was afraid of making people cry, so he quickly pushed the fat man next to him: "Comrade, your partner has changed seats, hurry up and reunite."

When he opened his eyes and saw Gong Xue's beautiful face, which was only half the size of his partner's, the fat man was obviously confused by the fragrance.

Partner? What partner? When did I have a partner?

Goodbye, partner!

(Everyone, post more beautiful pictures of Sister Xue, if you don't have any, go steal them from the Golden Age next door~~)

(End of chapter)