What happened in the train sleeper that made you feel incredible?

Dunhuang Railway Station is the coldest station I have ever seen in China ... After a long wait of nearly an hour, the train slowly pulled out of Dunhuang Railway Station. Although the weather was very cold, the seats on this train were still a little tight, so I made a soft berth to avoid the torture and persecution of the upper berth. ...

Back to the legal seat, there is already a lady in the box, slim and graceful. She glanced at the height of 1.7 meters. I quickly put my bag on the upper berth and made it on the lower berth. Soon, a man as tall as Napoleon came to look for a seat. I smelled a pungent smell of wine and got up to get out of the way immediately. He started talking to a beautiful woman, a great god. As soon as he spoke, a smell of alcohol and tobacco immediately filled the whole box. I held my breath and quickly flashed into the corridor! How will I spend the night in my mind? If you regret it, you might as well sleep in my upper bunk.

I appreciate women's adaptability. The young woman did not move. I saw the man as tall as Napoleon, panting with a very hard body and climbing to his lower berth! In just a few seconds, he has begun to play his unique shout. ...

Only after more than half an hour, a phone call woke Napoleon from his snoring, as if his subordinates were asking for instructions! He made the call with his impatience and the habitual tone of officialdom. It didn't matter when he started talking to that woman. As soon as he said, they immediately added WeChat, sometimes talking loudly, and sometimes whispering ... From their conversation floating out of the box, I learned that the woman was a medical salesman, and which "Napoleon" was the dean of a hospital in Dunhuang, and I was watching the play. Dean stared at him with a bad feeling and said coldly that he didn't need it. What else does that guy want to say? I see the dean has waved! The young man had to swallow his half sentence and go! It pains me to look at the back of the young man.

I looked at my mobile phone in the corridor, looked out of the window in a daze and got up for a walk. So it took me more than three hours. It's past 12, and I'm sleepy after a busy day. I went to brush my teeth, endured the bad smell and fell asleep by the door. Listen to them, they are still chatting. In order to smell that unpleasant smell from time to time, I blocked my side wall with a quilt and fell asleep. ...

In the middle of the night, I was suddenly awakened by the sound of opening the door, and a young man came in. I saw that he quickly took the bedding of a young woman in the lower berth to the upper berth and took it down, but the pillow in the lower berth was gone. I looked at the helpless boy and quickly handed him the pillow I brought from the upper berth! Only then did I realize which young woman had left. I don't know when another pillow ran to the dean's bed. This is an extraordinary night, and there is a story. ...

On this evening, I also witnessed what it means to get it done in minutes. Compared with her, my business is hard.

When I got up in the morning, I found the dean undressed and sleeping. ...

It was a few years ago, when I went back to my hometown by train, I was actually fine on the train during the day, but at night, all the lights in the train were turned off and it was dark. Tired on the way, I slept for a while. I secretly saw a middle-aged uncle across the street when I was sleepy. I don't know what he is doing. Although the noise was not loud and everyone was resting on the train, some small noises woke me up. I deliberately turned to look at him. I guess he was too focused to notice. Staring at him for a while, I still couldn't figure out what he was doing. I always thought that action was obscene. Suddenly I found that the girl opposite him was particularly uncomfortable, and I saw him behave like that. Suddenly, my mind was in a daze, and he was actually doing a particularly obscene action at the girl opposite. That girl is so helpless that I know she must have seen it. After all, I sat opposite her and didn't sleep. I was just embarrassed to say that I was scared, but I didn't make a sound and I didn't know how to stop his behavior. Fortunately, however, the salesman selling lunch boxes on the train came over. That person should be afraid of being discovered. That's why I didn't continue. I paid special attention to the girl opposite and found that she was obviously relieved. I didn't expect such a wretched person on the train to do such a thing in front of so many people in public. If I were you, I would expose such people. It's obscene.

Speaking of incredible things on the train, I really met them once. It was in 2003, and I went to Luoyang by train from Yinchuan. It was winter, and I remember it clearly. At night, the train passed the border of Gansu and Shaanxi, and a piece of glass in our carriage suddenly slammed.

It's a sleeping car, and the covered window is opposite our row of bunks. At that time, everyone thought it was something outside As a result, after a while, a round hole similar to being hit by a stone appeared on the glass of the car next to us, and cracks like cobwebs appeared on the surrounding glass.

Later, as the car moved forward and shook, the shattered glass began to fall off one by one. Later, the glass on the whole window fell off, and cold air poured in from the window. The car is cold. The conductor found a blanket and tried to block the window with the passengers around him.

After the event, everyone analyzed in a few words that it was not the cause of the stone attack, but something more severe, and everyone thought of the hand Q. If not, at that time, at night, in the open space outside, what could have such a big impact force and knocked a moving train window out of such a round hole that the whole glass cracked.

Of course, we don't know the answer in the end. It's been over ten years, but strangely, I still think about it occasionally and want to know what happened that day. I can't have guessed, if it was analyzed that day, who and why? But this answer is doomed to be impossible to find, just be safe.

In my dream, I was awakened by a bra falling from the sky, and I was so scared that I sat in the aisle of the sleeper car all night. What kind of mental journey did I experience that night?

Regret, regret my intestines are blue. ...

That was more than 20 years ago. On a cold winter night, I went to Xi by train from Lanzhou at 2 am. A 40-year-old brother who just sat down to sleep in the middle bunk wants to change the bunk with me. I glanced at him. I don't agree to exchange anything for a strong body of nearly 200 kilograms. I fell asleep after refusing him.

In a daze, I saw a big sister from the middle shop across the street climb to my middle shop. Oh, my God, do you want to kill the child? More than 300 kilograms, can the berth stand it?

Later, in their intermittent conversation, I learned that this eldest brother is an employee of Chang X Oilfield. He has just returned from a business trip abroad for almost a year, and his wife picked him up from Xianyang to Lanzhou. She also said that she was not feeling well and had a holiday. At that time, I didn't know what a holiday was.

Then, there was a vibrating sound in the middle shop, accompanied by a cheerful whistle. ...

But I was so tired that I fell asleep. Suddenly, I was hit on the head by something. I stretched out my hand and touched it. Fortunately, it's a bra. Give back the treasure while they are at halftime.

Then I was too sleepy to sit on the aisle stool. This night, someone spent happily in the sound of warblers and swallows, but for me, it was undoubtedly painful and long!

10 years ago, I went to a big city by train to do construction, and I lost people alive on the train. The night before I took the train, I stayed up all night in the Internet cafe and fell asleep on the train. I have a bad habit of snoring, which is loud and may disturb others. The fat woman sitting opposite me deliberately turned up the stereo at full volume. Seeing that she was arrogant and angry with me, I took out the toilet paper, blocked my ears tightly, and then snored. My behavior angered other guests, and they all came to condemn me. I had to bite my teeth and stay awake, but it didn't last long. Sleepiness strikes again. I am a coward, too. I quickly took off my shoes and socks and hung them on my hat. Don't say that. The pregnant woman next to her vomited one after another, and the woman opposite seemed unable to sit still. She advised me directly and said, Big Brother, put on your shoes and have a good sleep. We all like listening to you snore. A boy behind me ran up and pointed at me and said to his father, Dad, is this uncle mentally ill? Shall we help him find a doctor? As soon as I heard this, my face turned red and I wanted to go into the mouse hole. Since then, I have been paying attention to my words and deeds. ...

Being "cared for" intentionally or unintentionally by a lovely sister paper is an interesting thing in the train experience.

That summer, I returned to Tangshan from home to work, and it was rare to buy an ordinary lower berth. I am very satisfied. There are several young men and women in Tianjin around my bunk, who should have come from the same unit and returned to Tianjin after the game. After the car left, a group of people were talking and laughing, while I sat by the window of the sleeper, quietly watching the scenery in the sunset continue to draw closer and closer, thinking about some distant or near past events.

Several of them have bunks in both areas, so these people used to exchange places with each other. Later, I came with a sister paper, of medium height, short hair, lavender coat, black pants, eyebrows and eyes, which are very beautiful, giving people a feeling of overall beauty and weakness. She also saw me and could feel that she always glanced at me from time to time. Of course, I'm a little flattered.

At ten o'clock in the evening, the carriage was quiet and almost rested. My sister also went back there. In a daze, I was awakened by a small conversation. I saw her sitting under my bunk, chatting with my friend opposite me. Later, when I got to the station, I got up and got off to get some air. When I came back, my sister was already lying in my bed. I lay down again and fell asleep slowly. Later, I was awakened in my sleep by the sound of her coming down from above and stepping on my feet. She chattered with her companion that she would get off at Tianjin without apologizing or anything. I fell asleep when she stepped on me.

Later, she got off the bus with her companions. I stayed alone in the trampled circle until dawn and got off at Tangshan.

I think this time I was successfully attracted by this beautiful and weak sister paper.

About twenty years ago, I went to Shanghai on business. The upper berth opposite me is a countryman with a lot of luggage. He fell asleep humming before dark. In the middle of the night, a sudden scream made people shudder. Everyone stood up in a panic. The screams came from the lower berth opposite. That's a young woman. I saw her, her hands on her lap, still shouting: "pain, pain, pain!" " ! At this time, people found her feet were black, and I don't know what they were. Only after the conductor came did we know the reason. The countryman in the upper berth took the turtle out of the luggage. Impartial, right at the foot of the young woman in the lower berth. When it hurts a woman, the woman's reaction is to stamp her foot. Coincidentally, she just stepped on the tortoise's head and bit the young woman's big toe impartially. Only then did the screams of pain occur in the middle of the night.

When I mentioned the thing on the upper berth of the train, the most incredible thing happened to me. This is a genius move. In July this year, I took the train from Dongguan to Suzhou, and took the ordinary train, the upper berth. As soon as I got on the train that day, I didn't know what the hell fell asleep and slept until after one o'clock in the evening. I've never slept like this before on the train, but I usually wake up after a sleep. I slept soundly that day, and I haven't felt this way for a long time. This word is very comfortable. At about two o'clock in the morning, I probably slept too fast and was still dreaming. I suddenly sat up in my dream and jumped down from the upstairs. Then the whole carriage woke up with a bang. I lay on the ground for half an hour, and the train conductor kept greeting me. Otherwise, I don't think I can get up again!

The most incredible thing for me is that everyone knows that the aisle of the train sleeper is very narrow. I didn't touch anything when I fell from it. The only pain on my body is the quilt that landed first. I haven't slept since I fell that night. I dare not sleep!

Everyone who got up early the next morning came to ask me if I was all right. I pretend nothing happened, but I was injured, that's all. They began to talk about it. Anyway, to sum up in one sentence, I didn't fall to death. What a bitter life! When the train arrived in Jingdezhen in the morning, the broadcast rang, saying that it was because of the panic before the heavy rain that the train stopped! I don't know if this is the real embarrassing person. From then on, I never dared to buy a sleeper upper berth by train!

/kloc-returned to Nanchang from Chaozhou in 0/2, took the K788 train and slept in the upper berth. Before going to bed, I felt my wallet and put it in my coat pocket. I fell asleep in my coat.

Wake up in the morning and touch your wallet. It's gone. The upper berth, the middle berth, the lower berth and the floor of the carriage were not found. I asked a few questions about a pair of uncles and aunts in the lower bunk, and I definitely said I didn't see them.

I had to go to the police, who left me in the lounge for questioning. At the same time, I asked three staff members, two men and one woman, to keep an eye on all the rooms adjacent to me and search my room carefully, asking passengers one by one, but without a clue. Finally, I was invited to talk. At this time, the train was approaching Nanchang Station, and I had to get off. The police said that they would continue to investigate, let me leave a phone number and other notices, and clearly told me that according to his personal experience, it is very likely that he will find his wallet and documents in the trash can of the terminal, and generally there is no cash.

At noon that day, I was eating at home, and the policeman called and said that the bus arrived at Wuchang, the terminal, and I found my wallet on the ground in the lower berth. Everything is here, including almost 1000 yuan in cash, ID card, 3 bank cards, address book and important business cards. When I got my wallet, the policeman asked me to count it carefully. Nothing was lost!

Probably 14, met this policeman in the car. I went over to say hello to him, and he asked me what was wrong. I said no! Then he walked past me sideways. Didn't he recognize me?

That's the sister. I went to talk to her. When I saw her, I nodded with a smile and said that it was me who lost my wallet.

I go to Chaozhou three or five times a year, either by high-speed train or by plane (the price is 260 yuan without insurance), and I have never taken the 788 local train again. Naturally, I have never seen them, but I can still remember what they looked like at that time.

The first time I took the train, I was a little girl of 17 years old. It was terribly hot that summer vacation, and I didn't bring my thick clothes and coat. At night, I feel so cold. I sat next to a dark-skinned uncle. He said several times that he would lend me his coat, but I didn't have the courage to ask.

At two or three o'clock in the morning, I was shivering in my seat. Uncle Black handed me his coat again, and I took it gratefully. He got up and said to me, "I'll find a seat in another carriage, and you can lie down and have a rest."

Then he went to the back.

It's getting warmer, and soon I feel sleepy. I fell asleep in my seat. It was dawn, so I got up and went to the bathroom. I saw Uncle Black lying asleep in the aisle next to the bathroom. ...

At that moment, my nose was sour. ...