Tell people who have been there how crowded the green leather train is.

I have a personal experience of this. Let me say that I have been on the most crowded train. You know how crowded the green leather train is, because my college girlfriend was squeezed out by the train.

It was the winter vacation of junior year, and I'm going back to school by train.

As soon as the train stopped at the platform, the door was blocked-I looked at the door and there was no hope of getting on.

So I climbed on the train from the window-I took my student ID card and knocked on the glass window from window to window. At first glance, the expression on my face should be "begging". Only then did I catch up with an old aunt sitting by the window, told the person next to me to open the window, dragged me into the train and quickly closed the window-otherwise the window would not be closed and it would become a car door directly.

I was dragged on the train and found that there was almost no place to stay in the carriage and I couldn't sit on someone else's coffee table!

There's nothing I can do. I can only wait until someone gets off at the next stop, follow the crowd, run desperately to the intersection and stand at the corner.

Being able to stand in this corner is already a desirable position.

At that time, the pace of life was slow, trains were slow and there were many stations. My hometown is Xiangyang, and the green leather train from Xiangyang to Beijing takes about 20 hours.

You can't sit on the ground, you can only stand in the corner of the carriage and take a nap.

When the train entered Henan Province, there were many people getting on and off at Luohe Station, especially those who got on. At the junction of the already crowded cars, it is not only completely full, but also crowded to the point where people can hardly move.

Just when I got on the bus and got off the bus, the eldest brother of migrant workers who had been crowded with me disappeared and was replaced by a girl with long hair, who looked like a student sister. She should go back to school after the winter vacation like me.

She leaned against me and was tightly squeezed on my arms and shoulders by the passengers behind me.

Of course, this kind of zero distance is not what people want, but she really has no choice.

This posture not only makes her uncomfortable, but also makes me uncomfortable-she is uncomfortable because her chest is on one side of my arm and her chin is still on my shoulder; I feel uncomfortable because I could have squeezed a little space for myself, but now this embarrassing posture really can't squeeze any more!

It's not over yet-I'm still in this position. If I go on like this, I'm sure I'll be exhausted!

You know, in a crowded carriage, if you can't fix your position hard, it means that you will soon be squeezed to a complete standstill bit by bit.

For her comfort and for my own comfort, I turned my head and said to her, hey, can we change a little?

I can't say more, and the girl understands for a second, nodding.

I struggled to turn around slowly, grabbed the girl's shoulder with both hands and deformed with her.

Now the posture is much more comfortable-I can turn my back on the crowded army, support the carriage with my arms, and support this small space to borrow money; The girl's awkward space has been liberated a little bit, and she no longer has to bear the uncomfortable and embarrassing posture just now. This is the story of the green leather train, the story of the New Year; It is also a story of time.

We sometimes long for speed, and when we are fast, we expect to be slow.