Following the flow of people, he struggled to squeeze out of the station, stood on the train station square, and finally stepped into the legendary Guangdong where gold is everywhere. Xiao Fan took a deep breath and shouted loudly, "Guangdong, I'm here to dig for gold."

Venting the embarrassment of the journey and the guilt towards his family.

When passersby heard the howling sound, they thought the door of Guangzhou Psychiatric Hospital had collapsed and a lunatic had escaped, so they quickly took a detour and walked away.

Looking at the shouting crowd in the station square, many people were lying on the ground and sleeping in the station square.

The bumpy road was too tiring, so Xiao Fan found a relatively spacious place, lying down with his only luggage, a backpack, and covering his crotch with his hand, where he hid the only four ten-yuan bills, and fell asleep.

"Shenzhen, Dongguan, Foshan, Zhuhai..." Just get on the bus and leave, get on the bus and leave.

"Wontons, rice noodles, soy milk, and fried dough sticks."

"Cigarettes, beer, mineral water..."

At dawn, at the Liuhua bus station opposite the train station, the drivers, conductors, and station announcers of shuttle buses to various places were trying their best to increase their volume to attract customers. Various vendors were also shuttling between the two stations, selling hard.

Xiao Fan was woken up by the noise and felt something cold in his crotch. He opened his eyes and found that his backpack was gone. When he got up, he saw that someone had cut a more than ten centimeters horizontal hole in the crotch of his pants with a razor blade. The bird hairs were all gone.

Part of it was exposed, and the "huge sum of money" in the "safety pocket" of his pants disappeared.

The only lucky bird was intact. It didn't matter whether a few hairs were cut off.

After searching all over his body, only two yuan was left in his trouser pocket on the ground when he was sleeping, as well as a borrowed ID card for work.

The bus ticket from Guangzhou to Dongguan was five yuan, and the bus fare from Dongguan to the destination Humen Baisha was two yuan. Xiao Fan held the two yuan and wanted to cry without tears.

People are coming and going in the train station square, and there is a lot of traffic outside the square. You can buy tickets at the ticket window at Liuhua Bus Station, or you can buy tickets when you get on the bus and get on the bus directly. There is no fixed departure time. If the bus is crowded, the bus will leave when there is no space at the station.

.There was also a long line of people waiting to board the shuttle bus that was about to leave.

In order to prevent the scratched crotch from being exposed, Xiao Fan held up his trouser legs and let the folds of his trousers cover the crotch opening. He walked to a bus bound for Dongguan and was about to be inspected. He felt guilty and stood at the end of the queue.

When it was Xiao Fan's turn, the car was already crowded with people. He handed over two yuan and asked humbly: "My money was stolen and I only have 2 yuan left. Can I give me a ride?"

The man selling tickets in front of the bus heard that it was only two yuan, so he waved at him and said disdainfully in broken Cantonese Mandarin: "Why take a bus for 2 yuan? The ticket price is 5 yuan. No bargaining. If you don't have money, start driving."

In the carriage, the crowded passengers complained impatiently.

“We can’t squeeze in any more people, so why don’t we leave?”

Xiao Fan tried his best to explain, "The money was really stolen, the luggage was stolen, and even the pants were scratched." After saying this, he lowered his trousers and exposed the slit in front of his crotch to show his sincerity.

"Drive up, drive away, don't block the door"

At the urging of the passengers, the conductor waved his hand impatiently, squeezed into the car, closed the door, and drove away.

Train meals are too expensive. Xiao Fan didn't even have dinner last night. As it was approaching noon, he was so hungry that his chest pressed against his back. He didn't have much energy to speak. He was still trying his best to walk between the various trains, hoping to have only 2 yuan left.

I can take the shuttle bus to Dongguan.

At this time, among the passengers who had already boarded the bus, a man who was over 165cm tall walked out. He had slender eyebrows, double eyelids, an oval face, two beautiful dimples on his face, a very obvious lip line, his hair was tied into a ponytail, and he had a natural makeup look.

, a sunny and lively beautiful girl.

After learning about Xiao Fan's situation, I paid him three yuan.

Xiao Fan finally got on the bus bound for Dongguan.

The bus departs from Liuhua Station, passes through Tianhe District, and enters the Guangzhou Huangpu District section of National Highway 107. There are rows of newly built or under-construction factories. From Guangzhou to Dongguan, and along the Shenzhen National Highway, you can see bustling crowds beside the factories, a prosperous scene.

Scene: National Highway 107 still has no concrete paved road.

Cars stop and go along the way, stopping when waved to by the roadside, or when someone gets off. There are no platforms or any regulations.

When there are not many passengers in the car during the journey, the driver will give some money to transfer the passengers to the next bus. If the bus in front has fewer people, he will transfer the people in the car to the car behind. The bus is always overcrowded and reverses 7.8 times. This phenomenon of reversing

Known as selling piglets, we finally arrived at Dongguan Bus Terminal at around 6 p.m.

After getting off the bus, Xiao Fan found the girl who helped him, bowed slightly to thank him, introduced his name, and hoped that she would leave her name and address, indicating that she would send it to her if she had money.

The girl waved her hand generously, "My name is Ying Xiaoxia. It's not easy to be homeless. It's just a little effort. You don't have to register it, and you don't have to pay back the money. I wish you peace." After saying that, she waved her hand and boarded the shuttle bus from Dongguan to Houjie.

Ying Xiaoxia waved with a smile, and the shuttle bus bound for Houjie left the Dongguan terminal and was already far away. Xiao Fan was still staring intently, with laughter almost coming out of the corner of his mouth.

Completely broke, I walked out of Dongguan Station and asked passers-by, only to find out that it was still thirty kilometers away from my destination, Baisha, Humen.

Xiao Fan asked for directions, took a short rest, hung up his pants, and walked along National Highway 107 in the direction of Humen Baisha.

At three o'clock in the morning, I finally walked to the Dongtai Shoe Factory in Baisha Village, Humen Town, Dongguan (also called Taiping Town at that time). The Dongtai Shoe Factory was right next to the national highway. The factory gate was closed. There were no pedestrians on the road, and only a few cars passed by occasionally.

Hungry, Xiao Fan leaned against the wall of Dongtai Factory in exhaustion and fainted from exhaustion.

In the afternoon of the next day, the security guard guarding the gate of Dongtai Factory found someone fainted by the factory wall. Seeing the fainted Xiao Fan, he brought him a bottle of mineral water, woke him up, understood the whole story, and gave him generously.

He bought a snack.

It was already past two o'clock in the afternoon after the meal, and the factory went to work. Many people gathered at the factory gate. After getting to know them, I found out that most of them came for the job of skilled needleworker posted on the door of Dongtai Shoe Factory.

At 6 o'clock in the afternoon, the factory door opened, and a huge crowd of people poured out of the factory and merged into the crowd outside the factory. There were the joy of meeting relatives and friends, the intimacy of lovers, the shouts of vendors, and the faces of those who had not been applied for in the afternoon.

, there are also people who choose the best seats to watch handsome men and beautiful women, alone, in pairs, in groups, in groups, and there is a lot of noise at the entrance of the factory.

With the help of the security guard, I met Xie Yan as I wished, the daughter of Uncle Liu's sister who lives next to him. She is one year older than Xiao Fan, about 160cm tall, with long shawl hair, single eyelids, but not small eyes, a pink face, and a small cherry mouth.

, the girl from Xiaojiabiyu, she has been in Guangdong for a year.

Seeing Xiao Fan's desolate look, Xie Yan said with some embarrassment: "Xiao Fan, I'm sorry, you came too suddenly..."

[Author's digression]: Most of the material in the story comes from the real experiences of drifters who went south to Dongguan in the 1990s.

The place names are real and the names of people are fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental.

If you know about that era and have stories, you can contact me and I can add your memorable stories into the story.
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