Wealthy Beauty in the 60s-Chapter 122 - 121: Trains Meet

Xia Xiao looked at Xia Chunrong, the former Old Dong, whom she didn’t know well, but who now seemed to be a good person. She said, "Brother, you should learn more technical knowledge, it will definitely be useful in the future."

Even if Xia Xiao hadn’t said this, Xia Chunrong would have known it anyway; after all, he wouldn’t have started such a large group otherwise. Moreover, Xia Xiao was working at Photon Technology Co., Ltd, which clearly had an impact on Xia Chunrong’s future career.

Xia Chunrong nodded his head and said, "Since I was a kid, Dad always talked to me about the power plant, but I never thought I would end up working there."

"What do you want to do then?" Xia Xiao asked curiously.

"I, I want to learn how to drive," Xia Chunrong replied.

Xia Xiao oh-ed, "Whatever brother wants to do is fine as long as you think it through." She also thought that Xia Chunrong wouldn’t act recklessly, bearing the weight of being the eldest son.

"Big sister, tell me the truth, how is it going over there?" Xia Chunrong asked.

Xia Xiao was speechless. Why did everyone ask her this question? To be honest, it was as if they didn’t believe she was telling the truth.

"Brother, didn’t I tell you? I’m doing quite well there, and do I look like someone who’s not doing well? Don’t worry, I’m fine, and I’ve even become close friends with the captain’s wife. She really takes care of me in the production team."

"Really?"

"Of course, it’s true. The captain’s two sons treat me very nicely, and the people in our dormitory get along well too. Small conflicts occasionally arise, but they’re easily resolved, and I haven’t encountered major issues yet. Don’t think of the countryside as something awful, although the saying ’bad lands produce troublemakers’ is ancient, you can’t just condemn everyone with one stroke; everywhere has both good and bad people, right?"

Xia Chunrong nodded, "As long as you know, just take care of yourself, and if anything comes up, you can write and let the family know."

Xia Xiao hummed softly, still quite touched in her heart. She looked at Xia Chunrong and warned, "Brother, things are strict these days, so be careful about everything at home, and make sure to advise our younger siblings to watch what they say, lest they speak carelessly."

Xia Chunrong nodded, Xia Xiao added, "Brother, I’m quite worried about our family’s situation. What if a relative leaks it out; could you lose your job then? And the family might also be criticized."

Xia Chunrong stroked Xia Xiao’s head, "Don’t overthink. There’s nothing much to it; such things happen quite often, it’ll be okay, don’t worry."

Xia Xiao felt slightly reassured, but she was still worried about the future year. She didn’t look forward to it, yet hoped the decade would quickly pass.

"Brother, if anything happens, write me or send a telegram in time so I can find out sooner rather than later. I don’t like being kept in the dark about things. We are family, aren’t we?"

Xia Xiao said this because she was so far away, when something happened at home, she didn’t even know. Letters were slow, and there were no phones either in her home or the production team; the only contact methods were letters or telegrams.

"Of course, I will," Xia Rong replied. "Enough talking for now, you should board the train. It’s arriving."

Xia Xiao nodded. Her luggage was light and not cumbersome, easy enough to carry by herself.

Stepping onto the train again and bidding farewell to her brother, Xia Xiao felt a deep sense of reluctance; it would be a long time before they could meet again.

Having gone through a train journey before, Xia Xiao this time did not wrap herself up tightly, but rather carried herself openly.

Nevertheless, this approach had its downsides, as there were many who struck up conversations. Some women on the train loved to chat, prying into your private matters. In the midst of conversation, it was easy to unwittingly give away too much information.

Fortunately, Xia Xiao remained vigilant, otherwise she might not have noticed. She couldn’t tell who was good and who was bad, or what their intentions might be, but Xia Xiao tried her best to keep to herself.

Back at the production team, the female educated youths in the dorm continued their lives as usual, though they often thought of Xia Xiao.

But conflicts were inevitable, particularly between Yang Xuehua and Feng Ying. Without Xia Xiao, Feng Ying’s primary conflicts were now directed at Yang Xuehua.

Now, apart from Xia Xiao, Yang Xuehua was the only one who could get close to Secretary Li, but Secretary Li was a meticulous man, even washing his own clothes without seeking help.

Feng Ying had offered to wash Secretary Li’s clothes but was refused, making her uncomfortable. Whenever she faced rejection from Secretary Li, she would come back and sarcastically target Yang Xuehua. Even someone as mild-tempered as Yang Xuehua couldn’t tolerate Feng Ying’s provocations, and disputes were bound to occur.

Over at the Gao family, Gao Jiaxing was having a particularly tough time, counting the days and finding the year extraordinarily difficult to endure. He even thought about whether, after Xia Xiao returned to the city and reunited with her family, Xia Xiao’s family might arrange a marriage for her, which made the days seem even harder.

Zheng Xianghong saw her son like this and could only feel helpless, unable to believe how the normally clueless lad had become so overwhelmed once he caught on. As Xia Rong mentioned, there was no holiday in the army training; after the New Year, they would return.

Zheng Xianghong nodded and did not bring up He Xuebing’s matter further, although her intention was only to distract Gao Jiaxing, which clearly hadn’t worked, so Zheng Xianghong gave up on the idea.

Meanwhile, Xia Xiao found the train journey excruciating. Everyone was eating, and the smell inside was awful, not to mention the toilets were very dirty.

Xia Xiao dared not drink water or eat, afraid to use the toilet.

She would’ve liked to use her space, but it was impossible on such a crowded train, and with the toilets being so unclean, Xia Xiao had no choice but to keep to herself.

Counting the time, Xia Xiao was relieved when they were close to reaching the provincial city.

"Approaching the station, everyone please secure your belongings," the conductor announced as he passed.

Xia Xiao’s luggage was just clothes, nothing heavy, and with her space available, she wasn’t silly enough to store valuables in her luggage.

Thus, Xia Xiao held onto her luggage and looked out the window at the passing scenery. She thought about maybe taking a turn around the provincial city once off the train before returning to the production team from her space.

"Catch the thief, there’s a thief, my money belt has been stolen, that was the life-saving money for me and my child."

Suddenly, a shrill scream came from another compartment; everyone tensed up and seriously looked towards the direction of the noise.

The compartment immediately became chaotic, and Xia Xiao’s compartment fell into sudden silence, with some curious onlookers even gathering to see.

But at that moment, the train had already reached the station and stopped.

"Stop, don’t run," a loud shout followed, and a figure dashed out, pursued by others.

Xia Xiao, seeing the following people, was astonished—it was He Xuebing.

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