The Love of Passerby A

Chapter 595: A Survival Guide for Women in the Old Republic of China (134)

After "delivering" incense to the private room next door, the man carefully walked around outside, carefully observing the movements around him. After making sure that no one noticed him, he quietly returned to the private room where Su Xiangran was.

Not long after, the train passed the last intermediate station.

Su Xiangran took out the suitcase that she had specially prepared for her brother Su Yanqing from under the bunk and began to make some simple instructions.

During this period, Song Chengjing remained silent and just stared silently at the woman he loved deeply.

It was as if he suddenly realized at this moment that his absence over the past four years had made her truly grow up.

The conductor's voice reminding people that the next station was about to arrive echoed in the corridor outside the compartment.

Hearing this voice, Su Xiangran couldn't help but frowned slightly.

How could she be willing to part with Song Chengjing? However, in troubled times, people often have to make the most favorable choice.

"Okay, get ready to get off the car!" Su Xiangran sighed softly, and then said to Song Chengjing: "Brother Jing, please promise me that you will take good care of my brother."

Song Chengjing's companions looked at him in surprise. They really couldn't imagine what means this comrade had used to make the other party call him so intimately in such a short time.

Of course, what his companions might have heard was "Brother Ajing".

The train began to slow down, and they all knew it was in preparation for the train to enter the station.

The moment the car stopped, they followed the crowd and began to get off one after another.

When Song Chengjing was the last one to leave the private room, he suddenly grabbed Su Xiangran's hand and looked at her with earnest eyes.

The two of them have such a tacit understanding that they can understand each other's thoughts without saying a word.

But this time Su Xiangran did not agree to Song Chengjing's request. Instead, she shook her head firmly, and when the other party showed a sad expression, she took the initiative to throw herself into his arms.

"Brother Ajing, wait for me!" After saying this in his ear, Su Xiangran withdrew from his arms.

The action was so quick that Song Chengjing didn't even have time to hug her back.

Just when Song Chengjing was still thinking about something, his companion who had already got off the train knocked on the glass of the train window, once again ringing the "bell" of separation for the lovers.

Song Chengjing could not violate the mission discipline and could only get off the train as quickly as possible while looking back.

After he got off the train, before it started moving, he stood by the window and kept looking at Su Xiangran, as if they had engraved each other's appearance into their hearts first.

The train finally started. Su Xiangran looked at the gradually blurred figure and finally shed tears.

But her sadness did not last long, because she had important things to do.

Su Xiangran opened the suitcases, put the pillow that she brought from one of the large boxes on the lower bunk where Su Yanqing had slept before, and then wrapped the coat that she had just left behind on the outside.

Then he covered him with a quilt to pretend that Su Yanqing had not gotten out of the car yet.

Then he put the gold and silver jewelry and a set of men's clothes that he had prepared earlier into his small suitcase.

Her handbag was filled with self-defense pills, silver needles, the pistol given to her by her uncle Cao Ce, and a few bullets.

After doing all this, Su Xiangran put the big box back under the bed, and the small box that she could carry with her was placed nearby.

When it was almost dawn, Su Xiangran leaned back on her bunk and closed her eyes to rest.

She had already planned that the train would pass through a big station this afternoon, and she planned to get off at this station during the chaos.

As long as Cao Shixun doesn't wake up, the plan can be done perfectly.

But before that, there were some things Su Xiangran had to endure. After all, Cao Shixun was already unconscious. If he couldn't control his physiological reactions, one could imagine the smell in the private room.

As she was thinking, Su Xiangran fell asleep. Fortunately, she had made all the necessary preparations and had locked the door of the private room in advance.

At this moment, someone from the private room next door came over and knocked on the door, waking her up.

"Is there anything I can do for you?" Since Su Xiangran only took off her coat when she lay down yesterday, she only needed to put it on and then go to open the door.

The people outside the door saw Su Xiangran coming to open the door and wanted to go in to check what was going on inside, but the door was only a crack and they smelled something bad.

Seeing the other person's frown, Su Xiangran pretended to be helpless and explained: "My brother's wound is a little festering, and it's inconvenient for him to go to the toilet, so he basically solves it in the private room. Do you want to come in and take a look?"

As soon as these words came out, the other party took a step back, but he had to ask out of duty: "Can our young commander also accept this taste?"

"It's okay! Your young commander drove away the person I found to take care of my brother, so he has been taking care of him personally since yesterday." Su Xiangran shrugged, "How about you find someone to take his place?"

The man's expression suddenly changed, and he refused directly: "No, it's really not suitable for us, so I won't bother Miss Su."

After saying that, he quickly returned to his private room. It seemed that he ran too slowly and was drafted into the army.