A green, tin-plated train, its engine spewing thick black smoke, let out a long WHOO-WHOO as it slowly pulled into the station from the north.
The platform wasn't very long, and some of the train cars remained beyond its edge.
The crowded mass of people began to surge forward as they saw the train pull in.
Everyone was scrambling to be the first one on board.
"Don't rush! There's room for everyone."
"Stay behind the yellow line."
A train attendant with a large megaphone shouted continuously, but unfortunately, few people were listening.
The train had entered one end of the platform, its speed decreasing steadily.
On the two-meter-high platform, people carrying bags of all sizes scanned their surroundings, searching for a less crowded car.
Some rushed forward while others pushed back. Amid the shoving, An Ning held on tightly to An Guoming.
"Guoming, stick with me. Don't get separated in this crowd."
