Although the curly-haired woman was lying facing away, her ears were sharply tuned in, listening intently. When she heard Shen Yunfang say her man was in the military, she scornfully curled her lip as if to say, what's so special about a stinking soldier.
But not everyone agreed with her. "I could tell your man must be a soldier just from looking at him," said the white-haired carriage chief with a chuckle, sticking his head out to see Li Hongjun. "Hey, young man, where are you serving?"
The two men began to chat, and when the carriage chief learned that Li Hongjun was being transferred to the Capital for treatment after being seriously injured on the battlefield, he was filled with respect.
As they talked, it was nearing eight o'clock in the evening, and the sky outside the window had darkened.
The announcement came over the loudspeaker that the lights would be turned off in an hour and urged passengers who had not yet washed up to hurry.
