Chapter 1183: The Tense Atmosphere

Shen Dapeng did not notice that when he said this, Wang Yuying quietly lowered her head, and a blush flashed across her face.

At this time, she did not hear Shen Dapeng's next words, and her heart was beating like a little rabbit.

"You only know how to coax girls, who doesn't know you..."

Wang Yuying gently pushed Shen Dapeng, her tone was much softer, and there was a hint of expectation in her eyes when she looked at Shen Dapeng.

At Shen Dapeng's age, how could he not feel the kind of thing in Wang Yuying's eyes? He was stunned for a moment, and soon smiled with relief, "Okay, no more jokes, I should go buy a ticket."

Wang Yuying had some feelings for him, which Shen Dapeng could feel, but he had already had someone in his heart.

Besides, Wang Yuying's smile reminded Shen Dapeng of Wang Xueying, who had no news yet, and his heart sank faintly.

"Buy a ticket?" Wang Yuying came back to her senses and stared at Shen Dapeng in confusion.

"I'm going back to Beijing tomorrow. School is about to start." Shen Dapeng smiled faintly.

Wang Yuying lowered her head, then raised it quickly and looked at Shen Dapeng with a smile on her face, "Then I wish you a safe journey!"

Shen Dapeng responded with the same smile, waved goodbye to Wang Yuying, turned around and strode out of the gate of the food factory.

And he couldn't forget the moment when Wang Yuying lowered her head, and there was a trace of loss in her eyes.

Shen Dapeng looked at the traffic coming and going on the street, breathed a long sigh of relief, and the figure of Wang Xueying appeared in his mind again.

This weird girl seemed to have evaporated from the world. There has been no news for more than ten days, which made Shen Dapeng very worried.

After all, she disappeared because of him. It was his unintentional act that completely broke her heart. There was no farewell word and no sign of disappearance.

Shen Dapeng knew that feelings could not be forced. He had always treated her as a younger sister, but Wang Xueying was stubborn again and again. Her heart could not accommodate anyone else. Shen Dapeng had no choice.

Having no choice did not mean that Shen Dapeng would just let it go and ignore it.

The society outside was so complicated. A girl at the age of youth ran away alone.

If something happened, perhaps Shen Dapeng would never forgive himself in his life!

When he arrived in Beijing, he should hurry to find out about Wang Xueying.

Shen Dapeng sighed, thinking silently in his heart, while rushing towards the train station.

At Qingshu County Railway Station, Shen Dapeng stood at the crowded entrance with his bag on his back, waiting to check in.

Last night, his mother stuffed some food into her bag, saying that the things on the train were expensive, and if he was hungry, he could eat the food he took without spending that money. Shen Dapeng's backpack was very heavy.

Because it was built in the last century, there are only two entrances, and the speed is very slow. Shen Dapeng has been waiting in line for most of the day, but he has only moved forward a few meters, and occasionally he looks forward impatiently.

There used to be two ticket inspectors at the entrance, and the ticket checking speed should be quite fast. Now, there are two station managers in uniform standing at each entrance, holding an instrument in their hands.

Before each passenger checks the ticket, they must first be photographed on the forehead by the instrument in the hands of the manager, and then look at the data displayed on the instrument.

After this, passengers can check their tickets and pass through the ticket gate.

And the staff who are busy checking, each of them wears a mask, and their expressions look like they are ready for battle.

No wonder the speed is so slow, it turns out that everyone's body temperature must be checked to see if it is normal. The staff holds a thermometer specifically for checking body temperature.

Shen Dapeng remembers that when SARS was at its worst in his previous life, people were panicked everywhere. The scene of careful inspection at various bus stations, train stations, and airports was much stricter than it is now.

After finally completing the inspection and passing the ticket gate, Shen Dapeng boarded the train with a heavy backpack, found a seat, put everything in place, and sat down on the seat exhausted. He breathed a sigh of relief.

He glanced casually into the carriage and saw that many people on this train to Beijing were wearing masks. Some people passed by Shen Dapeng and saw that he was not wearing a mask, so they quickened their pace and walked past him quickly.

It seemed that Shen Dapeng was a plague god, and he could not avoid him.

Shen Dapeng was at a loss whether to laugh or cry. Could it be that he had SARS because he did not wear a mask? But thinking about it again, it was understandable.

In the previous life, SARS was a super powerful disease that spread very quickly. Many people were infected. Although they were rescued with all their strength, they were not cured and passed away in the end. Even some doctors were infected during treatment and lost their lives.

It can be seen how terrible this disease is.

Although SARS is not at its worst yet, from what he saw, he could already sense a tense atmosphere filling the carriage.

"Dear passengers, welcome to this train. The final destination of this train is Beijing. If you feel unwell or have a fever during this train, please contact our train attendant immediately. Thank you for taking this train and wish you a pleasant journey!"

Shen Dapeng was thinking about the SARS situation in his previous life when he heard the clear voice of the announcer on the train radio. This notice was repeated three times, and his ears were almost worn out.

If someone really has a fever or a cold, and tells the attendant, let alone going to Beijing, he will probably be taken away at the next station, right?

Shen Dapeng thought about the notice on the radio and couldn't help thinking in his heart.

"Quick, quick, make way, everyone make way..."

At this moment, a burst of urgent shouting suddenly came from the carriage where Shen Dapeng was, causing everyone in the carriage to stretch their necks and look over.

Shen Dapeng didn't know what happened, so he turned his head and looked at the aisle behind.

The people standing or sitting in the aisle were all passengers who bought standing tickets instead of seat tickets, so it was a bit crowded. Shen Dapeng looked along the crowded crowd and saw two stewards, a man and a woman, walking towards this side in the aisle behind, one on the left and one on the right, and signaling the passengers in the aisle to make room for them to pass.

Although the two stewards were wearing masks, Shen Dapeng could still tell from their expressions and the tone of their voices that they were very nervous.

The middle-aged man looked weak, his face flushed, his eyes were lifeless, and he glanced at the people around him, then he lowered his head weakly, and it seemed that he was indeed unwell.

Judging from the middle-aged man's flushed face, this person should have a fever, Shen Dapeng thought to himself.

One of the stewards who was supporting the middle-aged man seemed to suddenly remember something, and quickly touched his pocket, but he didn't seem to find what he wanted, so he hurriedly patted the steward next to him and pointed to his mask.

Another flight attendant reacted immediately, freed one hand to take out a mask from his pocket, and put it on the middle-aged man's face with swift movements.

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