As a train ticket collector, I had a good vantage point and developed hawk-like vision. I could see and remember every man, woman, and child who boarded the train.,Lao Liao wore an old, thin cotton coat. He wasn't squeezed in the crowd but stood at the edge of it, holding a bottle of yellow wine in his hand.,“This old man seems to be daydreaming.” Wang Kangnian put down the telescope and pondered for a moment, “What is he thinking about”。