The world's first train station was built in Liverpool-Manchester, England in 1830. Trains were the most fashionable and advanced mode of transportation at the time, and only the most distinguished members of European high society could afford a ticket. Gentlemen, dressed in elegant attire, sat quietly in the waiting hall, sipping coffee, accompanied by attendants carrying suitcases. Even the ticket inspectors wore sharp black uniforms with gold buttons sewn onto their cuffs.
The age of gentlemen is over. Nowadays, people are in a hurry, so who has the leisure to drink a cup of hot coffee on a busy journey?
Even the once dashing young ticket inspectors have been replaced by overweight middle-aged women.
Occasionally, a few observant passengers would inadvertently glance at Duanmu Ci a few more times, admiring his appearance and demeanor—why would such a person take the train? Was he perhaps trying to pull off a suave, wealthy young master's stunt? Fortunately, he would occasionally encounter a few girls from out of town on the train, leading to a romantic encounter, and then simply walk away gracefully when the train arrived at its destination.
They're really overthinking it—
Duanmu Ci looked up at the red scrolling text on the opposite LD display screen, trying to confirm when the train would arrive. Before he could even finish reading, a gasp of surprise suddenly erupted from the crowd, and all the passengers turned to look in the same direction—
She was a beautiful woman. It's quite normal to see beautiful women at a train station, but this woman was exceptionally beautiful.
She wore a black wide-brimmed British hat, a bohemian long dress, and a dark wool sweater over it. A vintage handbag was tucked under her forearm. She walked gracefully in without any luggage, her seven-centimeter heels clicking loudly on the marble floor.
Judging from her demeanor, she doesn't look like she just got off a train; she looks more like a queen who has just toured her territory.
However, after walking in a straight line with an air of dominance, this "Queen" went straight to Duanmu Ci's seat, squatted down with her legs together, and said, "Lord Duanmu~~" Her voice was undulating, like the cursive script of Zhang Xu.
Upon seeing this, the traveler who had just noticed Duanmu Ci suddenly realized—so this was indeed a noble young master, but he wasn't there to meet beautiful women; he was waiting for beautiful women to meet him. Tsk tsk, what a lofty realm…
The young people's eyes were filled with intense envy, and even some mature middle-aged men were no exception. They looked at Duanmu Ci and wished they could shout like Xiang Yu, the King of Western Chu, "He can be replaced!"
It's true that different people have different fates...
Duanmu Ci felt the gazes around him and heard the sound of camera shutters clicking. His face twitched, and he grabbed the woman in front of him, saying, "Bu Tongxun, stop playing around!"
Even though Duanmu Ci had lived for two thousand years, he had rarely seen a woman as terrifying as Bu Tongxun. The few he had encountered were all etched in history with indelible, resounding titles like "femme fatale" and "demon concubine"! Fortunately, this woman wasn't born a thousand years ago; otherwise, a foolish ruler would surely have lost his kingdom for her sake!
Bu Tongxun chuckled, and was about to say something when Duanmu Ci forcefully pulled her out of the crowd's sight.
Several old men watched their tug-of-war backs as they struggled, then looked at the crowd of onlookers, shaking their heads in dismay. "The world is going to the dogs—the world is going to the dogs!"
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