This atmosphere...
Bi Cheng unconsciously moved closer to Bi Yue, and his warm, dry hands pulled Bi Yue's hands that were on her knees, tightly holding her pants.
Bi Yue lowered her head slightly and blinked twice. She knew that her hands and feet were inexplicably cold.
I kept repeating to myself: Don’t bother me, don’t come to me.
She is not familiar with this era and is not sure what the certificate is... Don't come over, don't come over...
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It wasn't just Bi Yue and Bi Cheng who breathed a sigh of relief. Even the train conductor could only breathe a sigh of relief every time he saw the big stamp indicating the train's entry.
The train started moving again, and this time the carriage was completely plunged into darkness. It was pitch dark, and the clanging sounds were accompanied by the breathing of the passengers.
It’s just because the other country has regulations that you must drive in the dark when crossing the border.
There was no light for dozens of kilometers along the border and for dozens of minutes.
Bi Yue stole a few glances out the car window. She tried hard to see and aim, but could only occasionally see a yellow dot of light suddenly appear somewhere.
From Zamyn-Uud, Ulaanbaatar, to Sukhbaatar.
The feeling of the night, during the day all you see is the desolate Gobi Desert. Since entering Mongolia, Bi Yue has automatically become extremely honest.
If this journey can still leave a sense of happiness in the memory, it is because of Uncle Xu, who bought a few "shaobings" when he stopped at Ulaanbaatar Station.
Oh, after eating egg dip for a few days, just when Bi Yue felt that she couldn't tell the difference between good and bad, the rich aroma of Mongolian sesame cakes made her applaud with joy...
Uncle Xu looked at the two half-grown children in front of him meaningfully and said:
"We need to be well fed to have enough energy. We're about to earn rubles!"
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