The so-called "sleep" can turn into four days in a flash.

He and Shekh spent every day on high-speed trains, and for four days they didn't leave the train stations in any of the cities.

Cheng Yun only knew which train the other person was on, but this kind of public transportation wasn't something he could just stop at will just because he had money.

Many short-distance bullet trains between first- and second-tier cities run every five minutes, so you can get off and get back on as soon as you feel the need. By the time he finds out which train someone is on, they've already changed trains and left.

Without any route planning, even more random than taking the bus, Cheng Yun couldn't find any pattern in his bus rides.

The last thing the removed camera said before it stopped working was Schech's reminder.

Without searching or looking, she simply took a quick look around the bedroom and found the hidden camera.

Cheng Yun clutched the camera, regretting that he hadn't been nice enough to Sher when they first met.

They also regretted letting them discover the camera.

Four days passed without any major incidents, but numerous minor ones occurred.

For some unknown reason, the advertising campaign for one of its brands came up with a tagline that subtly mocked married women for not being independent enough.

The project team refused to agree, citing that the project was too subjective and did not align with the brand positioning. One of the staff members on the other end even posted a tearful message late at night, complaining that the advertising company and sub-brand were discriminating against new employees.

What Cheng Yun found most intolerable was the sheer amount of negative news surrounding the Cheng family. Despite the clarifications being made, people were still convinced that they were the ones bullying others.

A brand with decades of reputation has fallen out of favor, its brand image has plummeted, and public opinion has been increasingly skewed by those with ulterior motives.

Listening to the branch manager's report, Cheng Yun really wanted to know who was stirring up trouble behind the scenes.

The marketing is really good. Insufficient work ability and poor confidentiality have been marketed as gender antagonism, turning into a discriminatory war between married and unmarried people.

This trivial matter was brought to him, but it's been dragged on and on without being resolved.

Cheng Yun dialed Shi Jinzhe's number again, but the line was still busy.

...

Early March, a southwestern city.

Shi Jinzhe pushed a 28-inch suitcase and boarded the sightseeing train with Sher.

The train conductor, wearing white gloves, took the box from his hands and led the two forward.

The curved ceiling edges were illuminated by soft, warm-colored lights, and the green diamond-patterned carpet was so clean that even stomping your feet wouldn't leave any dust.

Passing through restaurants and bars where a band was playing, the guide stopped in the middle of a carriage.

"If you need anything, you can press the call button in the room. I and two other staff members will be in charge of this carriage 24 hours a day."

Shi Jin nodded and asked the guide to put down his suitcase before leaving.

He helped Shehe stand upright in the doorway: "Come on, take a look at the five-day, four-night sightseeing bedroom you've been longing for."

"Is this entire carriage ours?"

"Yes, that part is a separate dining room, and this part is the bedroom. There's no one else here, just us."

Schech opened the somewhat heavy car door with satisfaction, revealing a privacy partition made of inlaid wood and stained glass.

Turning past the partition, the bedroom features a decor style dominated by a wooden background and dark green accents. Next to the clear viewing window is a marble coffee table with Juliet roses flown in from overseas.

Looking down into the aisle behind the sofa, she saw a separate wet and dry bathroom with a bathtub.

Coming out, he saw a screen on the marble table and asked, "What's this?"

Shi Jinzhe was replying to Chi Yu's message when he heard it. He glanced at it and said, "There's a speaker in the room. That's the control button."

"Oh." She tapped on it, and soon piano music filled the room.

She would listen for a few seconds and then switch to another song, with Shi Jinzhe standing beside her reading the song titles aloud.

Once the train started moving, he took a shawl out of his suitcase and handed it to him, saying, "Keep this handy, wear it if you get cold."

"If you buy me a high-speed train, will it be able to be decorated like this?"

“Buying a high-speed train isn’t about money. At the very least, a fully operational high-speed train is definitely out of the question. At most, I can find a way to get you two carriages as decorations.”

"It's possible... I guess." Shekh conceded a step, but Shi Jinzhe wasn't even willing to draw a picture of a cake, so it was really difficult to do.

"If I can't buy a high-speed rail ticket, can I still take this train a few more times?"

“They have operating hours; there are months when they don’t run this route.”

Shekh slumped onto the sofa, his dream gone.

Shi Jinzhe found it amusing and squatted down in front of her. "I can't buy the high-speed rail, but this sightseeing train is managed by a company that specializes in luxury travel. I'll try to acquire it later, then the train will be yours."

"How long after that?" Shekh felt that word was so distant.

"I'll do it as soon as possible." Shi Jinzhe pulled her up: "Do you want to go to the last panoramic carriage? There are lots of desserts there, all freshly baked."

"go."

Even if the car is gone, we still need to eat.

The train, with only a few dozen passengers, was spacious and quiet, with only two or three people in the last panoramic carriage.

Shi Jinzhe picked up the tourist brochure and told Shehe that they would pass through a sea of ​​flowers in an hour, but since it was only early March, the flowers wouldn't be in full bloom.

Shekh, who was about to put the cake in his own mouth, turned it around and pressed it to his lips. "Then you think of a way."

"You're trying to bribe me with this?"

She took the fork back. "I can choose not to look."

Even if you manage to do it all, you still need to use skills, otherwise you'll get yelled at and punished by the system.

"Since you're already here," Shi Jinzhe said, grabbing her wrist and pulling it back before taking a bite of cake. "Give me a chance to correct myself."

"Forget it, it's not like we've never seen flowers before."

Shech asked the waiter to bring another piece of cake, about half the size of a palm, not even enough for two bites.

"If you get hungry, you can go to the dining car, which is open 24 hours a day."

Don't they rest?

"There are more service staff than tourists on this bus. As long as the money is right, everything is negotiable."

"It's good to be rich." Shekh shoved the fork into Shi Jinzhe's hand. "It's all thanks to me. You feed me."

Shi Jinzhe was skilled at this, so he didn't say anything and just did what he was told.

He replied to Chi Yu's messages a few times and fed Shehe two more pieces of cake, and time passed quickly.

An announcement came over the loudspeaker on the slowly moving train, and the first pink mountain peach blossom appeared outside the window.

The peach blossoms, still in bud, were mostly closed, some as small as a fingernail, all crammed onto a single branch, not yet fully open.

Shekh glanced at it and then turned his head back.

Shi Jin folded his hand on the back of the sofa and reached around from behind to lift her chin.

"Look up, look up."

Outside the transparent skylight, the closest branch begins to bloom from its tip.

Surrounded by a profusion of flowers, all the peach blossoms on the branches were in full bloom, and soon the surrounding trees also began to blossom, and then one mountain after another.

The train travels through mountains and fields where flowers bloom but leaves are nowhere to be seen, and everything in sight is pink.

It's so pink and delicate, just looking at the color makes you feel like you can smell a sweet fragrance. Sherlock could smell the fragrance even through the car window.

The ten-kilometer-long peach blossom corridor is in full bloom earlier than in previous years, with the flowers fluttering and scattering, each petal carried away by the wind.

"You can use skills? The system didn't punish you?"

"No, just like you can smell the fragrance on me, those flowers can too."

Sheikh was skeptical. His gaze swept over the area, following the overly sweet smell, and finally settled on his hand.

As he pried open each of his broken fingers, Sheikh saw the wounds on his palm.