在眉山县酒海肉林的餐桌谈好价格,签妥协议之后,我便同业务员小陈直奔攀枝花。眉山车站凄风苦雨,寒气逼人。几盏昏黄的的夜灯吃力地在夜里挣扎。九点,火车来了,每节车厢早已挤得象沙丁鱼罐头。春节后,南下挣钱的民工汹涌澎湃。我同小陈如难民般争先恐后地从窗子翻入.个子矮小的小陈转眼被民工的汪洋大海吞没。我费尽移山之力才将她从密密匝匝的腿缝中拽出,小陈已是花容失色,气喘如牛。“经理,无论如何得搞张卧铺。” 我一只腿着地,昏浊的空气憋得我 After negotiating a good deal at the dining table of the Meihai Meat Forest in Meishan County, I went straight to Panzhihua with the clerk. Meishan Station is a bitter, rainy and cold. A few dizzy night lights struggling to struggle at night. At nine o’clock, the train arrived. Each carriage was already packed like sardine cans. After the Spring Festival, the migrant workers who make money from the south are surging. I ran into the window with Xiao Chen as a refugee. The little Chen was swallowed by the sea of ​​migrant workers. I did my best to move her out of the cracks in her tight-fitting legs. Xiaochen was too pale and breathless. “The manager, anyway, has to put on a sleeper.” I was caught in the air with one leg and a dim air.