Whether in 2022 or 1981, train stations before the Spring Festival were battlefields that homebound travelers loathed with every fiber of their being, yet had no choice but to face.
Especially in 1981. Though there were fewer people on the move, there were even fewer trains.
There were no private cars, and supplementary transportation like buses and aviation was scarce. All the pressure of passenger traffic was crammed onto the railways.
Li Ye stood on the raised platform outside the provincial capital's train station, looking at the boundless sea of densely packed heads below him. He felt like his trypophobia was about to act up.
And this was only the capital of Dongshan Province. If it were a railway hub city like the capital of Hunan Province, that would really be enough to kill a man.
Back then, many domestic trains did not run directly to their destinations. Passengers had to transfer in hub cities like those.
Li Ye had heard one of his father's military friends say that seven or eight young men had gone home on leave and passed through the Hunan provincial capital, only to find they could not squeeze their way to the window for transfer stamps.
With no other choice, they had thrown one comrade over the railing like a human cannonball. He had stepped on people's heads before finally seizing a spot at the window.
Yet even looking at this "not too crowded" scene before him, Li Ye deeply doubted whether an elegant single woman like Teacher Ke could handle such a hellish environment where one's feet left the ground but one somehow remained standing.
But Li Dayong and Jin Peng beside Li Ye did not feel any "trypophobia" at all. On the contrary, both were somewhat excited.
Jin Peng said, "Xiao Ye, did