Hmph!
Lightning strikes at the opening ceremony.
Anyway, I'll spit it out on you first.
I'm currently on the high-speed train to Beijing and tried to type for a while, but I'm feeling very dizzy.
Moreover, my internet connection keeps dropping, preventing me from sending messages.
The guy next to me started sleeping after driving for five minutes, snoring loudly and making noises in his breathing.
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I reluctantly moved to another seat, but I could still faintly hear that indistinct sound...
I'm about to break down.
provoke!
I don't care, I'm just saying it!
Hehehehehehe...
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After writing the above, I remained silent for a long time before continuing to write.
I'm starting to doubt whether my mental state is normal, but after thinking about it, I feel like there's nothing seriously wrong.
So let's keep it! (omitted...)
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I spent three days trying to buy tickets on a certain ticketing platform app, but I still couldn't get a direct ticket. In the end, I bought a connecting high-speed rail ticket at 1 a.m. today.
Then I got bitten by mosquitoes that night and didn't fall asleep until 3 a.m.!
Ahhh.
There have been some issues, but so far things have gone smoothly. I got up early to pick up the paper report and took a taxi to the high-speed rail station.
After saying goodbye to my family, I boarded the bus alone and began my day and a half of struggle.
On the high-speed train, I watched the mountains pass by and witnessed the repeated changes from city to village and back to city.
How should I put it? It feels a bit unfamiliar.
It wasn't that the scene was unfamiliar, but rather that the scene before me, devoid of any whiteness, felt somewhat unfamiliar.
After thinking about it, I realized it's been a long time since I've seen snow.
Maybe it was two years, maybe three, I can't remember clearly, and I'm too lazy to calculate it.
Perhaps it's because I'm so far from home that I've started to miss the sights I used to see.
I want to see snow.
However, although that's what I said, I chose this path myself, so I'm not particularly upset, and I don't regret it much.
However, deep down, I don't like this kind of life.
There's still a sense of emptiness.
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I have embarked on my journey to a foreign land.
From then on, there was no more snow in winter.
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