Chapter 128 Innocence vs. Wildness (Subscribe!)

At nine o'clock in the morning in mid-April, a train passing through Jiangchuan City and heading for the southern coastal area was galloping across the land of China like a wild horse. Amid the clanging sound of the train, Zhang Yunqi and Wang Guibing embarked on their journey south to Xiangshan.

This journey is not a pleasant one.

The speed is too slow and annoying.

You have to know that it was still five years before the first major train speed increase, and today's trains are even slower than the slowest green-skinned trains that people have in their minds. The maximum speed is only about 80 kilometers per hour, and the average speed is a shockingly low 60 kilometers per hour. If you take into account the stops and the time to avoid other trains, you will have to stay on the train for two hours to cover a distance of kilometers.

In fact, the slow speed was not that scary. The most scary feature of the trains heading south during that period was the large number of people. There were so many people that the passengers with standing tickets didn't even have a place to stand. The aisles and toilet doors were blocked everywhere. The migrant workers heading south to work had to climb through the windows to get on the train. If you wanted to go to the toilet, you had to step on someone else's shoulders to get there.

Under such circumstances, the entire train compartment was like a stuffy tank. The air was very turbid, and the smell of farts, body odor, sweat, feet and instant noodles mixed together, making it hard to breathe.

Along the way, there were people chatting, drinking, quarreling, playing cards, smoking, snoring, children crying, farting, telling dirty jokes, all kinds of noisy and harsh sounds came one after another. Sometimes, Zhang Yunqi felt like he was in a large public toilet that was used by both men and women, young and old.

No, this is an insult to large public toilets.

In addition, the train safety hazards of that era were also quite serious. Zhang Yunqi had only been on the train for three hours when he saw someone slashing bags with a razor blade twice. He did not warn them because he could not control it.

In his previous life, Zhang Yunqi often heard people nostalgic for the old times. They felt that people in the 1990s were simple and kind-hearted, and that it was an innocent era. It was not wrong to feel this way. After all, everyone’s experiences were different and their exposure to things was different. It’s just that the other side of innocence must have unimaginable wildness and madness.

A woman is silly and cute.

Behind the scenes, it may be very pornographic and violent.

But no matter which side you face, it is important to keep a clear head. After Zhang Yunqi found out that someone had nicked a bag on the train, he became more cautious and always paid attention to his personal belongings.

His total assets amounted to 126000 yuan, of which he kept yuan. He also made yuan from the handheld game consoles sold to his eldest sister Zhang Qiulan. After deducting the dividends to Wang Guibing and his eldest sister, he got yuan. Together with the yuan he earned from Yu Lin, the total was a little over yuan. However, he also spent tens of thousands of yuan this month.

This time when he went south to Xiangshan, he only brought 10,000 yuan in cash with him. The rest of the money was issued in the form of bills of exchange at ICBC, which he would withdraw when he arrived in Xiangshan.

His entire fortune consisted of only 170,000 yuan, and he had no idea whether this amount of money could accomplish the purpose of this trip. But now it was already mid-April, and according to the timeline, Duan Yongping, the top invisible rich man in later generations, the big boss behind BBK, VIVO, and OPPO, should be launching his Subor learning machine.

Thinking of this, Zhang Yunqi withdrew his gaze from the window and looked at the seat opposite him. There were two girls sitting there, one with a round face and long hair, and the other was tall and cheerful.

Along the way, the tall girl was holding a collection of Wang Guozhen's poems, reading and chattering, talking about poetry and gossip about Wang Guozhen. The 1970s to the early 1990s was the most prosperous period for Chinese poetry, and Wang Guozhen was one of the most popular poets of this period. In later generations, he would be a popular superstar and a traffic star, and there were as many people who liked him as those who liked masturbation.

The tall girl was very friendly and a little silly. In addition to her friends, she was also chatting with Zhang Yunqi and Wang Guibing. Wang Guibing was very excited, his eyes were smiling the whole time, staring at the girl's towering breasts, but he had not even graduated from elementary school, no matter how he pretended, he was still a hooligan. How could he understand poetry or Wang Guozhen?

Zhang Yunqi, sitting on the smelly, crowded, bumpy train, was not very energetic and didn't talk much. The tall girl kept talking, and finally she found that there was no one to talk to, so she suggested playing cards, then took out a deck of cards from her bag, pushed the things on the small table aside, and immediately vacated a small space. Seeing her energetic and neat appearance, if she gets married in the future, her husband will probably have to make up for the bullwhip every day.

Zhang Yunqi, Wang Guibing, and a round-faced girl sitting opposite them were playing together. The crowd was crowded and people were coming and going, and the ride was bumpy. The four of them were like stranded people drifting on the sea, having fun. Zhang Yunqi couldn't help but think of a saying by Voltaire: Even if life is a sinking ship, we will sing to our heart's content on it.

The card game went on for a few difficult rounds. The bumps were unbearable. Zhang Yunqi had no interest in playing cards, so he ended the game hastily. The tall girl saw Zhang Yunqi staring out the window with a bored look, so she handed him the collection of Wang Guozhen's poems: "You are still a student, why don't you read this to kill time?"

Zhang Yunqi waved his hand and said, "Thank you, but no thanks."

The tall girl smiled and asked, "You don't like Wang Guozhen? That's strange."

"Do students have to like Wang Guozhen?"

"Then why don't you like it?"

"To be frank, I think his poetry is quite childish."

Zhang Yunqi spoke frankly and felt that most of Wang Guozhen's poems were gorgeous and floating, lacking sentiment and insight into the times. Idealism dominated, and the language and form were varied and boastful. It was like a pile of sweet shit, which looked good in color but had no nutrition.

The tall girl seemed to have a lot of opinions about Zhang Yunqi's words: "How can it be childish? So many people like him. Wang Guozhen is the most popular poet now."

Zhang Yunqi smiled and said, "It's just my personal opinion, it doesn't mean it's necessarily true. As for why Wang Guozhen is so popular, I think popular things have two characteristics, the first is vulgarity, the second is practicality. Of course, some literary works are popular because of their greatness, such as Wang Guozhen's imitation of Pushkin's poems, but his own poems obviously do not fall into this category."

Listening to Zhang Yunqi's eloquent speech, the tall girl was a little bit indifferent: "So this kind of poetry is vulgar? Then what's the practical use of it?"

Zhang Yunqi said happily: "To pick up girls."

(End of this chapter)