Paper horse incense shop

Chapter 407 Night Journey to Long Lake
"Swish swish swish——"

The small sound of Mu Lianli breaking through the air awakened my mind.

I raised my head and subconsciously looked at Gong Shuji, but Gong Shuji pointed at me at the ticket window.

"Where are you two going?"

In an old-fashioned train station with almost no people around, the conductor quickly flicked the ballpoint pen in his hand and asked again angrily:
"It's almost 22 o'clock. We will close the ticket sales and check-in, so you won't be able to get on the bus."

It turns out that we have already arrived at the ticket gate?

Did I seem to be distracted just now?

I shook my head to clear the noise in my head and whispered:
"It's up to you to decide."

Gong Shuji was stunned and hesitated:

"Shall I decide?"

"Don't you want to go back to Wanyao?"

I opened my mouth to speak, but the capable conductor tapped on the keyboard and gave the first answer:

"Our last train did not pass the station named 'wanyao'."

I stood on tiptoe and leaned into Gong Shuji’s ear:

"The whole world knows where I come from"

Gong Shuji didn't hear what I said, because the airflow I exhaled moved his hair, and he seemed to be a little ticklish, so he hid for a while.

The last half of my sentence, "You know where to find me," can only be swallowed back in my throat.

Gong Shuji lowered his eyelids, avoided my sight, turned to the conductor and asked:
"Is there a stop for the last train tonight?"

The conductor seemed a little surprised that someone would come to buy a ticket without considering the final destination, but so many years of ticket sales have obviously greatly improved his professionalism.

With a few flicks of his fingers, the conductor then carefully turned the old-fashioned computer screen, allowing us to see the screen while the computer was intact as much as possible:
"There are probably so many more stations. There must be dozens of them. Do you want to take a look?"

"But we really need to hurry up, the station will close in 18 minutes."

On the old-fashioned computer screen with many flowers, I subconsciously looked at the beginning and end first. The starting point was another big southern city under Yunmeng, and the ending point was the Ten Thousand Mountains, which many people call 'the place that can wash away all filth'. Mountain--

Kunlun.

I understand that this is a route that is regarded as a guideline and belief by young people and the traveling party.

In the past, at this point in time, countless young people with love and passion would embark on this path.

This should be the reason why the conductor was not too surprised when he saw the two of us carrying large and small bags and buying tickets at this time.

Because he has seen countless young people with the same eyes come here.

I hesitated for a moment because of this mysterious coincidence. I was about to tell Gong Shuji that we were going to Kunlun, when I turned my head and saw Gong Shuji staring at a place name on the screen in a daze.

I followed his line of sight and finally settled on a place name that I seemed to have seen somewhere—

Longhu.

Longhu Longhu?

Where should I have seen it? Where exactly?
Oh, it's from the letters Gong Shuji once read to me.

Letters on mobile phones.

Gong Shuji once continued to donate to two poor children for a long period of time, and the two poor children sent him letters of thanks every month.

However, I finally exposed it and found out that the handwriting of the two so-called "poor children" was actually that of an adult.

Even the same adult.

Gong Shuji had already said before that he would not provide them with any more aid, but now he obviously thought of the pair of poor children again.

Gong Shuji was in a daze, and I turned to the conductor:
"Here are two tickets to Longhu."

The conductor quickly collected the money and printed the ticket, then put a small plastic sign saying "Under maintenance, please wait" as if he was being amnesty, and happily left work. This series of processes was completed in one go. Almost the next second I got the hot printed ticket, the conductor had already jumped out a few meters away.

If Gong Shuji wanted to raise a question, it would be swallowed down in his throat just like me just now, and he could only turn around and look at me:

".Do you know anyone in Longhu?"

I shook my head and indicated that he still had to take me away:

"No, but don't you know someone?"

"We have nothing to do, let's go take a look."

"If there are really poor children in need of assistance, but the funds are withheld by the villagers, you won't be relieved, right?"

Gongshuji thought for a while and showed his first sincere smile in these days:

"Okay, let's go take a look when we have nothing to do."

A very gentle and familiar smile.

Sure enough, for a person like Gong Shuji, he would never trust someone weaker than himself.

He was always suffering, to a certain extent, much more openly than I was.

Such a person should be the kind of person who will never look back even if he hits the wall.

Go forward without hesitation, never be like me.
I was walking with my head down, but without warning, I stopped in front of me and bumped directly into Gong Shuji's broad back.

Gong Shuji staggered when I hit him. He turned around and looked at me. The corners of his lips opened and closed as if he was saying something helplessly.

Say something. Say something?
What are you talking about? !

Perhaps seeing that my reaction was not right, Gong Shuji immediately stopped talking.

My heart was beating so fast that it was difficult to distinguish the sudden buzzing in my ears from the noisy environment.

Until the next second, a slightly cold and stiff hand held my equally stiff hand.

So cold, like a corpse.

However, this temperature is just right for me, who is already a walking zombie.

The world spins and falls, and the noise gradually settles into place.

The surrounding environment is completely different from when we were at the station. The hard-seat carriage is bustling with people. If you glance around, you will see everything that makes people playfully shout 'oh! Youth! 'Boys and girls.

No one is worried about the dark night, everyone is using their energy to drive away the few sleepiness.

Laughter and loud jokes were heard in the carriage, and there was a smell of foot odor unique to old-fashioned trains.

I really couldn't hold it back, so I covered my ears with my free hand, acting as if I hadn't heard clearly because it was too noisy:

".what did you just say?"

Gong Shuji's peach blossom eyes flashed across my face, and he said after a few seconds:

"Give me your backpack and I'll put the seat frame on it."

I handed the backpack to Gong Shuji and helped him put the things on the shelf above his seat. Only then did I remember to ask a question:
"Why a hard-seat carriage?"

How can it be a hard-seat carriage?
Didn't the conductor run away because he sold us hard seats?

Gong Shuji's hands clearly paused while packing things, but he didn't seem to want to be discovered by me:

"The conductor just said that there are no soft seats or soft sleepers."

This time I was silent.

But in order to get rid of the embarrassment, I changed the topic:
"How long does it take to get to Longhu from here?"

Does anyone understand that joke about young people, hahaha, it’s so funny (although the plot is full of broken glass, the author is a really funny woman hahahaha)