Chapter 60 They Are Not Family

The train roared out, Wen Zhile sat on the bench seat by the window, and Zhou Jihuai sat opposite her.

There were two girls next to her and two boys next to Zhou Jihuai, and they seemed to not know each other when facing each other.

As the train started, no one spoke to each other and even their sitting positions did not change.

The facial features of both of them are so beautiful and aggressive that people dare not act rashly.

It was visible to the naked eye that there was a distance of two palms' width between Wen Zhile and Zhou Jihuai and the passengers next to them, which was extremely rare in the crowded carriage.

The train continued for a while, and Wen Zhile opened the window a little wider. During this time, sweat started to seep out of the tip of her nose, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on her back.

The train takes six hours to reach Shanghai Station. Fortunately, as the train speeds up, a strong breeze blows in, otherwise Wen Zhile feels that she will get heatstroke. She begins to miss the fan and air conditioning.

Last night, her parents said they were planning to install an air conditioner at home. They had already paid for the equipment and were just waiting for the workers to come and install it. She would be able to enjoy the air conditioning when she returns from her trip.

“Zhizhi.”

Zhou Jihuai handed over an iron thermos cup.

He spoke suddenly, causing passengers on both sides to look sideways.

"What?"

The bottle cap had been loosened, and Wen Zhile opened it easily. He looked inside and his eyes lit up slightly.

It's soda frozen into ice cubes.

She put her face close to the bottle mouth and blew some cool air on it, then asked tentatively, "Brother, is your trip to Shanghai arranged by work?"

Zhou Jihuai shook his head.

"What is that?"

"I'm worried about grandma and grandma, and we still have the holiday." Although he said this, the way he looked at her from time to time indicated another answer.

Wen Zhile looked at him for two seconds.

Zhou Jihuai took out a towel from his bag and soaked it with water: "It's hot, right? Wipe your face and neck."

The little girl wiped her face as he said, and raised the corners of her lips: "You are really well prepared."

Zhou Jihuai curled his lips: "Not bad."

He just takes trains a lot and has experience.

"Want to read? I brought some novels."

Wen Zhile leaned over and saw Zhou Jihuai taking out an English novel and a military book.

She looked at the title of the book and found it was the military book she had given him.

Wen Zhile couldn't help but smile, and reached out to take out the English novel and start reading.

The novel was not very long and she finished it in an hour. The whole story revolves around love. The hero and heroine are eight years apart in age and their love story is very tortuous.

Wen Zhile closed the book, closed his eyes and dozed off while thinking.

[Sister, you and Zhou Jihuai are also eight years apart in age. ]

A line of white bold letters appeared in her mind, especially clear in the pitch-black vision formed after she closed her eyes.

Wen Zhile was thinking about something and gradually fell asleep amid the noise of the train, the conversations of the passengers in the carriage, and the crying of the babies.

A breeze of just the right strength blew across her face, bringing coolness.

The girl with her eyes closed blinked her long eyelashes and then opened her eyes.

Those who were secretly watching her quickly looked away.

The cool breeze came from the fan in Zhou Jihuai's hand opposite.

Wen Zhile stared at the fan in a trance. Zhou Jihuai saw that she had woken up and took out a wooden single-layer lunch box from his bag and handed it to her: "I bought some cakes before leaving this morning. I'll be getting off the bus in three hours."

Wen Zhile was still a little sleepy, and reflexively took the food box, but her eyes were fixed on Zhou Jihuai's hand.

This hand...it grows so fast, the fingers are so long.

Before she had seen enough, her hand was about to "leave", and Wen Zhile reflexively grasped his fingers.

The collision of softness and coldness made Wen Zhile sober up in an instant.

Zhou Jihuai looked at her in surprise, and the passengers next to him also looked over.

Wen Zhile pursed her lips, pulled Zhou Jihuai's hand towards her, and looked at the watch on his wrist: "It's already one o'clock."

After saying this, she let go as if nothing had happened, lowered her head and opened the food box.

There were several circles of cakes neatly arranged from the inside to the outside of the food box. They were all common types, including mung bean cake, red bean cake, glutinous rice cake, date cake, sesame cake, rose cake... There were quite a few kinds, but there were only two pieces of each.

Zhou Jihuai handed her a wet towel, and Wen Zhile understood and wiped her hands.

She picked out the ones she liked and ate a piece of each.

The aroma of pastries wafted out, and the passengers next to me swallowed their saliva while eating the dry food they brought with them.

Wen Zhile vaguely heard the voice and handed the food box to Zhou Jihuai: "I'm full."

"Drink some water." Zhou Jihuai opened a bottle of water and watched her drink it before he started eating the rest.

Wen Zhile didn't eat much, and there was still a lot of food left in the lunch box.

She drank some soda from the thawed thermos and watched the man opposite her eat her leftovers naturally. She couldn't explain the feeling in her heart.

She thought about it and realized that in addition to a suitcase, Zhou Jihuai was also carrying a bag, which seemed to contain things specially prepared for her.

In her previous life, when she went on a long journey, her family would prepare everything for her, but they were family, so what about Zhou Jihuai?

They are not family.