Chu Ci's grandfather, General Zhang Shijun, has been missing his grandson very much lately. He wants to return to Kyoto, but his son keeps asking him to stay for two more years, just to be with them.
In fact, the old man understood that his son would not feel at ease letting him live alone in the compound before his daughter returned home.
Although I have my grandson around me, he is still a half-grown child, and my legs and feet are becoming increasingly unsteady. I guess I will have to sit in a wheelchair all year round in the future.
There was no other way. He missed his grandson so much that General Zhang could only make a special phone call to ask Chu Yifeng's father, Chu Hongtian, to find a car to transport his grandson to the south.
I couldn’t even buy a soft sleeper train ticket because I was afraid I would lose my poor grandson.
The old general said, "If it's inconvenient for you, I'll ask my old comrade to give me a ride."
General Zhang is not a hegemonist. He has maintained a simple and frugal life all his life. He is just kind and unique to Chu.
Originally, he liked his grandson's cleverness and mischievousness, but now it was because his most beloved son-in-law died on the battlefield, and his daughter had to go far away to recuperate, leaving only the poor child, Chu Ci.
…
Chu Ci packed his clothes and sneakers, and when he was about to zip up his bag, he turned around, picked up the "Bi Yue" brand foreign language notebook on the desk and stuffed it into his schoolbag.
"Brother, ah! You still need to ask for leave? One vacation is not enough? If my grades drop, who will be responsible if uncle scolds me again?!"
Chu Yifeng leaned against the snow-white wall, his arms folded across his chest as he looked at the young boy:
"You've reached the point where you can't retreat anymore, so how can you even talk about retreating?"
Chu Ci glanced at his brother, looking a little depressed. All his summer plans were ruined. He still had a lot of things to do, and... "Brother, if Xiao Yueyue comes back..."
Chu Yifeng interrupted Chu Ci with a snort: "Your teacher Xiao Yueyue has happily returned to her hometown, don't worry about her!"
"How do you know?"
Chu Yifeng turned around and opened the door, leaving Chu Ci with a sentence:
"Hurry down and get going."
…
The girl from the urban-rural fringe area has made money selling fried dough sticks and twisted dough sticks. You can tell by looking at her carrying a lot of bags back to her hometown.
I guess the bag is filled with milk candies, preserved fruits, and a bunch of "junk", and you buy those and carry them on your back as if they were lobsters, and go back home to "celebrate the New Year" in advance?
Little Tun girl!
Chu Yifeng sat on the sofa in the living room, waiting for Chu Ci, and touched his chin a few times. The more he complained about "Little Moon" in his heart, the gentler the smile on his face became.
…
Chu Yifeng thought that Xiaoyue, who should have gone home to celebrate the New Year in advance, was grimacing and enduring the pain in her mouth, stuffing "Mongolian pancakes" into her mouth with all her strength.
The cherry-like pink lips can eat just as much as Uncle Xu's big mouth.
She thought simply that people need to have enough food and drink to have the strength to be worry-free and have the ambition to "build an empire"!
It smells so good!
In Bi Yue's eyes, the "Mongolian baked cake" is three times larger than the moon cake, flat, a bit like Xinjiang naan, but thicker than naan.
Put the pancake on the hot water stove at the connection of the carriage and bake it for a while. Wow, the aroma is everywhere!
Bi Cheng, a person who doesn't take eating seriously, swallowed several mouthfuls of saliva in succession.
After waiting for the food to heat up, Bi Yue stood beside Xu Haoqiang this time, raising her round face with a smile: "Thank you, Uncle Xu." Not only for the food, but also for the guidance along the way.
Xu Haoqiang couldn't hold back his laughter, and the "Old Naughty Boy" snorted coldly:
"You're not calling me shameless in your heart now, are you? Did you feed that pie to an ungrateful person?"
Bi Yue and Bi Cheng took the pancakes at the same time. Bi Yue smiled innocently, but didn't say anything. She stared at the pancakes, took a big bite, and then frowned...
Bi Yue's throat was so narrow that only a slit remained, the flesh in his cheeks was pale, and the innermost part of his powerful teeth showed signs of redness and swelling.
In her opinion, if she put on more than a dozen old men's shirts in such hot weather, she would almost suffocate to death.
Going out is a irritating thing in itself, and the seats are hard. There is not even a place to wipe the sweat off along the way. I am almost getting prickly heat in my thighs.
Alas, she doesn’t even wear a dress that can ventilate and dissipate the heat, but instead wears long black trousers!
I haven't showered, washed my hair, or wiped my body in four days. What kind of smell is that? Given the situation, there's no other choice but to endure it.
The most important thing is that the high altitude area, coupled with the "high point" coincided with the rainy days in the Ural Mountains, made her feel cold and hot, sometimes hot and sometimes cold. She was like a fool shuttling in the carriage every day.
She thought it was because of these reasons, but in fact...
The train was climbing the mountain of the Mongolian grassland. It seemed to be struggling, and clouds of black smoke were rising into the sky.
Bi Yue looked at the "wind blowing the grass low and revealing cattle and sheep" outside and hummed softly: The proud mother has a far-sighted gaze, the wind blows gently in the night of Ulaanbaatar, and the singer is not allowed to shed tears.
I was too relaxed, thinking too much, and feeling deeply.
In just one day, her heart was filled with an unknown "fire".
She thought:
Since the day I traveled through time, I have been so tired!
From having nothing, today I dare to wholesale goods worth 700 yuan and carry them on the train.
Okay, I owe Xiaoxiao two hundred yuan, and I also caused famine.
This is me, a different kind of firework.
I am who I am, I get angry just looking at myself.
…
At the Soviet-Mongolian border, Bi Yue and his colleagues made a full meal of "Mongolian pancakes" and looked out the window at the scenery. At this time, the ground had once again changed from an undulating plateau to a plain.
Due to the high latitude, although it is late, the sky is still bright. A little bit of sunset light can make the entire sky a magnificent red.
Bi Cheng covered Xu Haoqiang with a piece of clothes. Uncle Xu rubbed his face against the chair while he was sleeping, and then continued to squint.
Bi Cheng approached Bi Yue and asked, "Sister, we're almost entering the Soviet territory. Your story should have an answer, right? Where are those passengers?"
Bi Yue was stunned. She had almost forgotten about this matter. She glanced up and down at her eldest brother:
"Humph, weren't you engrossed in Uncle Xu's stories? Are you still thinking about that?"
"That's right! He is a good man, and you have many lives." Bi Cheng picked his nose and said with a smile.
Bi Yue felt that regardless of the money, at least after this long journey, her beloved eldest brother had become more adventurous than before. Of course, it was still the money. Without money, why would she suffer like this?!
He approached Bi Cheng mysteriously, half-closed his big round almond eyes before speaking, his tone was suppressed and his attitude was very serious: "Bi Cheng." He didn't even call him "big brother".
"Do you believe in time travel or rebirth?"
"What?"
"Do you believe that there is a parallel universe in this world?"
Bi Cheng felt that he didn't need to listen to the ending. His sister was talking nonsense, why couldn't he understand?!
"That is to say, they disappeared inexplicably. On the surface, they appeared to be missing, but in reality, they may have gone to the future or to an era they were not familiar with.
Or maybe you could be reborn back in time, like being 23 and then back to 18."
Bi Yue's attitude was half true and half false. She stared at Bi Cheng's eyes seriously, and Bi Cheng's answer was:
"You're talking nonsense!"
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