The Green Tea’s Crushing Victories in the ’70s - Chapter 159

Chapter 159 – “Don’t worry, Big Sister. Mianmian will be a very good girl.” (1)

Edited by Lulu

Wen Rugui acted as though he didn’t hear a thing. He ate the leek dumpling in his hand elegantly and then had a few radish balls. Finally, he put what was remaining back into his travel bag.

He opened up his military canteen to have some water when, suddenly, the middle-aged man’s elbow bumped into him. His canteen tilted and water came pouring out. A large area of his clothes became wet.

The middle-aged man got up and apologized repeatedly, “I’m sorry. So sorry. I’m such a careless person!”

Having said that, he pulled out a handkerchief from his pocket and was about to start wiping down Wen Rugui.

Wen Rugui stopped him and said, “It’s fine. I’ll do it myself.”

The middle-aged man bowed and apologized again. “I’m so sorry. Your water was spilled. Would you like me to go get you some more?”

Wen Rugui waved his hand. “It’s fine. I’ll get it myself.”

He pulled out a handkerchief and wiped away the water on him. His clothes, however, would not dry any time soon. The wet clothes clung onto him. Luckily, it was not winter. It would be very uncomfortable otherwise.

After he was done with the wiping, he picked up his military canteen and stood up to get himself some more water. The place to get water wasn’t far, and it would take him less than a minute round trip. As such, he did not bring his bag with him.

When he arrived at the water station, there were three people in line in front of him.

When it was Wen Rugui’s turn, a little boy suddenly came up and threw his arms around Wen Rugui.

Luckily, his canteen was still empty. He wouldn’t want to imagine what could have happened had the hot water spilled over the child.

The little boy hugged his thigh and was wailing. “Uncle, Mom can’t find…… wuwu……”

Wen Rugui looked around and didn’t see the little boy’s family members. He figured that the little boy got separated from his family.

He squatted down. “Where did you come from?”

The little boy cocked his head and thought about it for a second before he pointed at the right side of the cart.

Wen Rugui put the lid back on his canteen, and then, holding the little boy’s hand, he accompanied him and asked around the right side of the cart. They were not able to locate the little boy’s parents. When he asked the little boy again, the little boy started crying and wasn’t able to tell him anything more.

Wen Rugui had no more options but to bring the little boy with him to look for the ticketing person.

The second that Wen Rugui had stepped out, a few cops and the ticketing person came in through the other end to check on the ticket. “Show us your tickets and referral letters!”

Everyone found that odd.

“They never asked for referral letters before when they checked the tickets in the past. Since when did they start asking for the referral letter?”

“That’s how I remember it as well. Could it be a new rule?”

“Well, it doesn’t matter whether it’s a new or old rule. Just do as they say.”

Everybody found that odd, but nobody objected. They had their referral letter on them anyway.

The middle-aged man sitting in the seat next to Wen Rugui’s did not look happy.

He called out suddenly and held onto his stomach. “Oh, why is my stomach hurting so badly all of a sudden? Was that wowotou I just had bad?”

Having said that, he grabbed his travel bag and started running toward the bathroom.

That was a common occurrence on the train, so nobody thought much of it.

Suddenly, Sun Manrou, who was sitting across from Wen Rugui, called out all of a sudden, “Hey, Comrade, you grabbed the wrong bag!”

The middle-aged man paused for a second before he continued walking forward, as though he did not hear her at all.

Sun Manrou frowned a little and chased after him. “Comrade, did you hear what I just said? You grabbed the wrong bag.”

Not only did the middle-aged man not stop, but he was also walking even faster.

Sun Manrou caught up to him and grabbed the man by his collar. “You can’t leave, Comrade. You took someone else’s bag!”

The middle-aged man turned around, looking like he was in pain with his brows furrowed. “Aiya, how did that happen? But, Comrade, my stomach is hurting so badly right now. Let me just run to the restroom, and I will be back in just a little.”

Having said that, he pulled his arm back and was about to take off.