Thinking back, she found it quite funny, an eighteen-year-old unmarried mother, and the child's father now in uncertain life or death.
Upon hearing the station announcement, she could board the train, found the sleeper carriage, and got on.
She found her berth, still put on her own bedsheet, alone here, still quite lucky.
Then took out a bag of milk and drank it, lying on the bed, slept.
Got up in the morning, went out to wash up, her bag had been packed up, leaving only one holding the lunchbox and things like that. Not worried about theft.
After returning, she carried the lunchbox to the dining car, had millet porridge for breakfast, also bought an egg, and got some free pickles, only a few strands.
After eating, went back to continue lying down. Still twenty days to go, quite a long wait, it's really hot, but with the window open there's still a breeze. Not unbearable.
