What's the most depressing thing that happened to you on the train?

It was the first time I took a train without my family, and it took me twelve hours to cross Hebei Province in the evening.

I followed several unfamiliar villagers to the railway station, and I didn't know what to do next. From six o'clock to half past eight, I finally got on the train, hard seat 12 hours.

I found my seat and sat down. Actually, this position is not bad. It's near the window and the heating, but it's a little too hot. There is a man and a woman next to him, and there are three women opposite him. The two girls in front of him are eating and laughing, but I seem to have just met them, and it is true that fellow villagers are easy to get acquainted. The boy on my right is silent, and a girl next to him has been sorting things out, that's all. I have nothing to do but watch the cached diors man, and my left leg has been burned.

After a while, a girl came from the trunk and asked for the boy on my right. The two of them were talking about something in the crowded carriage. After a while, the boy came back without saying a word.

Tired of watching the drama, the table is small. And two girls piled snacks all over the table, so I squinted against the window. It's nice to be near the window. Someone called me and I glared back. This is a strange boy. He said, can you change seats with that girl just now? The girl beside you is her boyfriend. She has been crying in that carriage because she can't change it. Where is her seat? Let me see. He said I would show it to you. I followed him through the crowded aisle. The corridor was full of big boxes, and finally I got to the position he said. I parked my car by the side of the road and there was a big box under the seat. I can't even put my feet down, and my luggage is still on the shelf in the original carriage. It is impossible to move here.

They want to sit together, and I can't say anything. I said ok, then change. It's hard to sit down. There are no obstacles in front, my feet are curled up, my backrest is hard and my seat is hard. It's terrible.

Until four o'clock in the morning, someone got off from Baoding and finally found another seat to lie down, worried that my luggage in the distance would not be taken away.

The end will come and everything will be over. When going home by bus, it is also a kind of kindness to recall the hard night. It can give two strangers a warm journey, so be bitter.

It's just that next time this happens, it's not my turn.