novelden Chapter 156 A bowl of hot dry noodles
Chapter 156 A bowl of hot dry noodles
Chapter 156 A bowl of hot dry noodles
Qiu Huoming roughly guessed what he meant, "Old comrade, how much does it cost to go to the train station?"
"Ke Railway Station, give me 5 cents..." The old man's Mandarin sounds like Trump. (Ke means go.)
"Okay, let's go now. I'm in a hurry." Qiu Huoming got on the tricycle.
"It's just right." The old man grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth. He didn't care whether Qiu Huoming could understand him or not, and set off immediately. He leaned forward and stepped on the accelerator a few times while standing. When the accelerator picked up speed, he sat down and stepped on the accelerator slowly. (Note: Let's go now.)
The tricycle kept driving forward along the road along the river.
Along the way, the old man also introduced the surrounding buildings to Qiu Huoming. Unfortunately, Qiu Huoming could only understand a few words and could not get any response from Qiu Huoming, which made the old man a little bored.
It was exactly 5: when they arrived at the train station. Qiu Huoming paid the fare in a hurry and went straight to the ticket window in the hall as soon as he got off the train.
It was probably almost time to get off work, and there were only about ten people queuing at the window. The rest of the hall was still crowded with people, and passengers speaking various dialects passed by him carrying large and small bags.
He was at the end of the line, waiting anxiously.
Fortunately, the ticket seller was an old hand and checked the train timetable very quickly. Finally, it was Qiu Huoming's turn three minutes before the end of his shift.
Qiu Huoming wiped the sweat from his forehead and asked, "Comrade, I want to buy a hard sleeper from Hanjiang to Yangcheng."
"There are none left today or tomorrow, but there are a few left the day after tomorrow. Do you want some?"
"Yes, yes, yes, please give me the ticket."
At this time, train tickets can be purchased for a period of less than three days. He was lucky as the Chinese New Year had not yet arrived. At the end of the year, people could only come early in the morning to grab tickets. People like him who came in the afternoon might not even be able to buy a seat ticket.
He paid quickly and a ticket was thrown to him. He looked down and saw that it was a lower berth in a hard sleeper.
(Picture from the network)
After buying the train ticket, Qiu Huoming felt much more at ease. He carefully put away the ticket.
Finally I had some time to lift up my clothes. They were soaked with sweat and stuck to my skin, which was very uncomfortable.
After leaving the hall, he strolled casually along the surrounding streets.
Half an hour later, he found an old-looking guesthouse on a busy street. The appearance of the guesthouse was quite elegant and western-style.
When he walked into the lobby and took a look, he was surprised to see fresh flowers inside.
The price is clearly marked. A bed in a double room costs 3.2 yuan per night, which is not cheap.
Qiu Huoming took a look at the environment inside and asked the staff to confirm that there was a bathroom inside. He immediately decided to stay for two nights.
The room number is 303, the second room on the west side of the third floor. Qiu Huoming went upstairs and found that the window of this room faced the street, which was a little noisy.
But the interior is very elegantly decorated. There is a floor fan in the aisle. In addition to two beds, there is also a desk and a chair by the window.
It seemed that he was the only guest in this room at the moment. Qiu Huoming put his things down. It seemed that the price was still a good deal.
The setting sun outside the window turned the street orange. A noodle shop was located diagonally opposite. He opened the window and latched the screen.
He sat down on the bed on the right, took out the washbasin from under the bed, changed into slippers, took clean clothes, and went out to take a shower.
When he came back from taking a shower, he was the only one in the room.
It was like he had the room all to himself. He hung the clothes on the pole next to him, then turned on the light and walked to the window.
It was already completely dark outside the window, and the street lights on both sides were lit up. The noodle shop diagonally opposite had moved some of its tables and chairs onto the sidewalk. The shop was brightly lit and crowded with people, and it looked like it was doing good business.
Qiu Huoming emptied out the other things in his backpack and placed everything except the valuables in the room.
Then he changed his shoes and walked downstairs carrying his empty bag.
There were too many people in the store, so he ordered a bowl of hot dry noodles and a bowl of spicy soup, paid the money, and took his number to sit outside. The ground at the door was splashed with water by the store owner. It was windy on the street at night, so it was cooler than indoors.
Many residents have put out their bed beds on both sides of the street. Some children are sleeping on them, while the adults next to them are using palm-leaf fans to drive away mosquitoes for them.
As he was watching, after a while, the noodles and soup were served, and his note was taken away.
He put his backpack on his back, placed it on his chest, picked up chopsticks, and stirred the noodles. The sesame paste and red oil were mixed together, and the aroma filled the air. Just smelling it made his mouth water.
Qiu Huoming was eating enthusiastically when he suddenly heard someone calling his name in a puzzled voice, "Xiao Qiu?"
Qiu Huoming raised his head and saw Qian Feng crouching in front of him looking at him. After confirming that it was Qiu Huoming, he straightened up and strode over.
"What a coincidence!" He slapped Qiu Huoming with joy.
Qiu Huoming found that he didn't take the guitar that he always kept in his hand. Qian Feng changed into a slightly baggy sweatshirt, a pair of blue shorts, and a pair of slippers. He looked no different from the locals.
Without waiting for Qiu Huoming's response, he dragged the stool next to him and sat down.
"I came down to look for something to eat, and I didn't expect to run into you. The Han River is so big, how come we are so destined to meet each other?"
"The noodles in this restaurant taste great. Don't leave yet. I'll go order some too." As soon as he finished speaking, he stood up again and walked into the store in his obviously larger slippers, tap-tapping.
Qiu Huoming drank spicy soup and sat there waiting for him.
After a while, he came out with two opened beers in one hand and two glasses in the other.
"Let's have one each. Last time on the boat, I was a little stingy and only drank by myself. This bottle is my apology..." He sat back in his original seat, pushed a bottle of beer over and said.
Qiu Huoming glanced at the brand, it was still "Chutian Beer", but this bottle of beer was emitting a chill, it was actually ice beer.
"Brother Qian, you are too polite. I can't really drink..." Qiu Huoming pushed the beer back to him.
"Drink as much as you can. In the hot summer, you have to drink ice beer. That's what it's like. I've been to many places, but only in Hanjiang can you drink such authentic ice beer. Let's try it..."
Hanjiang is indeed a famous and important city in history. In the 80s alone, its development was not inferior to other first-tier cities. In fact, it even had more advantages in terms of transportation routes.
As a result, this place has attracted a lot of popularity. As an important channel between the north and the south, the tourism industry has become more developed, and service awareness has gradually awakened after the opening.
Qiu Huoming thought of the flowers in the lobby of the guesthouse.
"Okay, thanks. I'll drink with you then." Qiu Huoming picked up the beer and poured him a glass first, then filled his own glass and raised his glass to clink with his.
After taking a sip of beer, the cool feeling rushed straight to his throat, "Refreshing." Qiu Huoming found some of the feeling of drinking in the future.
Before he had even taken a few sips, Qian Feng's noodles arrived. He took the chopsticks and stirred them a few times before putting them into his mouth. While eating, he praised, "It's comparable to the noodles with soybean paste I had in the capital. It's delicious and I never get tired of it."
"Brother Qian, why are you here?" After a few drinks, the two men became noticeably warmer, and Qiu Huoming asked.
"Hey, look at the address I gave you, isn't it this street?" Qian Feng put down his chopsticks, pushed away the empty bowl, pointed to the street intersection ahead and said.
"Just in that direction, walk five minutes and you'll find the People's Theater. There's no performance there on weekdays, so my brother is rehearsing there. There's no show tonight, so come over to meet me on the second floor at eight tomorrow morning."
His face turned slightly red after drinking. "My brother has arranged a new play called 'Blind Date'..."
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