In dining car a, two middle-aged men were chatting at the bar. The middle-aged uncle with high hairline was drinking porridge, and he didn''t seem to have a cold for the fashionable suit man nearby.


    The suit man is called Chunichi Nakagawa. He is a surgeon. He is about 40 years old. He is a gray suit. He should have been a successful person with great demeanor. But he would drink coffee without a sip, and his face was full of sadness: "can''t you think about it again? I think the conditions are pretty good... "


    "You''re really annoying, doctor," uncle said indifferently, "either the employer or not."


    "That kind of picture... If my wife sees it..."


    "It''s your fault."


    "Director," he said with a headache, "how much are you going to sell those photos to my wife? I''ll pay you double. "


    "You don''t have any money at all," he said, chewing an egg. "People like you all start with their wives. I''ve seen a lot of them."


    "What can I do?"


    "Sell yourself... Or you''ll have to divorce your wife."


    "How is that going to work?" Nakagawa looked at the uncle who was eating and picked up a cigarette disconsolately. "If my wife gets the photo, it''s not only a divorce, but also no way to stay in the hospital and work..."


    "Isn''t that the way to be with that young girl?" Uncle pulled the tissue and wiped his mouth.


    "Yes, but her father doesn''t have his own hospital," Nakagawa pleaded with a bitter smile, "please..."


    "No, this industry, if customers know it, it''s over," the uncle left his seat and said, "don''t look for me any more. There are a lot of things that annoy you next. Come on."


    Nakagawa brows locked, silently watching uncle out of a dining car.


    B dining car, Gao Cheng hesitates to stand at the counter.


    Although the dining car attendants are very beautiful, the things are really expensive. A few oranges cost 600 yen, and the Bento is much more expensive than the one on the other side of the station.


    "Well, can''t it be cheaper?"


    "Sorry."


    Beautiful waiters are wearing pink dresses, white aprons and white round hats. Looking at Gao Cheng, who has been dallying for more than ten minutes, the smiling service rooms are all big.


    "All the bentos here are priced, sir."


    "Can''t it be cheap?"


    "Really not." Several diners felt like they were going crazy.


    "It''s a headache," Gao Cheng said, picking up a bento. "This kind of Bento is not so delicious. Is there no other type of Bento?"


    Nakagawa walks into the B dining car, takes a look at Gao Cheng, who makes the two waiters tired of dealing with, and pushes forward to pick out a bag of oranges.


    "Welcome," said the waitress, relieved. "It''s 600 yuan in all."


    Nakagawa took out his bank card from his wallet: "I swipe it."


    "All right."


    "That," Gao Cheng said, looking into his eyes, "give me the most expensive Bento..."


    "Sir," the waiter said helplessly, "the price of the Bento here is the same."


    "Is it?" Gao Cheng bit his finger. "A bento, a bag of oranges... I''ll swipe my card, too."


    Nakagawa inexplicably looks at Gao Cheng, settles his account, collects his wallet, and leaves the dining car in a hurry around Gao Cheng.


    ……


    Most of the passengers in special car No. 8 began to sleep. Nakagawa nervously walked through the aisle and pretended to be nothing happened to go to the front row to sit down. Next to the window was the middle-aged uncle, who was sleeping soundly on the back of his chair.


    He looked left and right, put down the orange, raised his elbow and hit uncle hard. After he was sure that uncle would not wake up, he quickly searched in uncle''s coat pocket.


    "Excuse me, what time can I get to the station?" A female passenger in the back of car 8 stopped the passing steward.


    "Arrived at 21:34, three minutes later than the scheduled time..." the steward replied.


    Hearing the voice of the stewardess, Nakagawa looked back and peeled off an orange. He pretended to be a normal passenger, put down his pedal and relaxed his chair.


    A scar faced man in the back seat was awakened, kicked the back of the chair discontentedly, and glared fiercely at Nakagawa.


    "Hum!"


    Nakagawa swallowed his saliva, carefully put the back of the chair back to its original position, and continued to pretend to eat oranges. When the flight attendant passed by, he put down the oranges and searched uncle''s pocket again.


    The scar man in the back seat and most of the passengers are sleeping, and no one pays attention to the movement in the corner. However, Nakagawa is still anxious to look for things and pay attention to the surroundings. Unexpectedly, the middle-aged uncle sews the film on the inside of his coat, and can''t take it out at all.


    The carriage was extremely quiet. Nakagawa nervously took off his uncle''s coat, quickly squatted down, took out the syringe and medicine bottle prepared in advance, and found his right ankle to inject medicine.


    After finishing everything, he was finally relieved, packed up and ready to leave, only to find an old lady standing up behind to take her luggage looking at him motionlessly.


    ... special car No.7, Gao Cheng is eating lunch box with a sore face. It''s almost the difference between heaven and hell with Xiaoai''s Bento, and the price is almost twice as high as the normal price. Even if you have money, you shouldn''t waste it like this... These people really are. Why arrange so many beautiful girls in the dining car? As a result, it seems that if you don''t buy it, you will lose face. Nakagawa nervously grabs his coat and sits down opposite Gao Cheng''s aisle. His hands are still shaking. He wants to find scissors to cut open his coat pocket. He notices that Gao Cheng has to withdraw his hand“ Hello, "Gao Cheng nodded and laughed at Nakagawa." we met in the dining car before, but I didn''t expect that you just sat here... "" I went to a dining car for a while. "Nakagawa squeezed out a smile, glanced at the lunch box and oranges, opened his mouth, hesitated," this seat seemed to be empty before... "" Oh. " Gao Cheng took a mouthful of rice and said, "there are fewer people here. Do you mind? Don''t get me wrong. I bought a special ticket, too. "“ I don''t mind Nakagawa''s face is indescribably ugly. He takes his coat and wants to go to the bathroom“ That, "Gao Cheng suddenly stood up and pointed to Nakagawa''s bento box in the net pocket on the back of his chair," it seems that this kind of Bento doesn''t sell on the car. It''s very famous. " Nakagawa tensed his body and hid his coat to one side: "I bought it at the newsstand at the station. I''ve finished it..." "should it be cheaper than on the bus?"“ Er... "I said," Gao Cheng sat behind Nakagawa in frustration, "I had bought one at the station." Nakagawa worried, mouth can only dry smile with the way: "yes." At this time, the door of the carriage opened, and a steward came from the No. 8 carriage and asked: "excuse me, is there any doctor among the passengers?" As the steward passed by, Nakagawa''s face changed slightly. He picked up a magazine and read it silently“ That, "Gao Cheng saw that no one responded and called the anxious steward," what happened? " "Are you a doctor?" the steward was surprised“ You can tell by my age, "Gao Cheng glanced at Nakagawa," but I can''t. I can have a look. "“ Only the doctor. " The steward shook his head disappointedly and went on to the next carriage Gao Cheng sat back helplessly, but his face became strange at the next moment. After such a long time, the system is finally moving again. In terms of incidents, the system has never made any mistakes. It seems that it has a lot to do with the abnormality of the steward just now