Chen Hansheng bought a large pack of snacks and prepared to enter the station. Only then did Shen Youchu know that Chen Hansheng would also go to Sichuan and Chongqing, but she didn't even react.

　　 "I have to go anyway, what does it matter sooner or later."

　　 Chen Hansheng pulled her forward. After getting in the car, Shen Youchu realized that it was not a hard seat or a hard sleeper, but a soft sleeper with 4 people in a room.

　　 Shen Youchu had never sat in a hard sleeper before, so he was a little frightened when he upgraded to a soft sleeper.

　　 She gently touched the white bed, only dared to sit on half of her buttocks carefully, and supported her with her hands on both sides.

　　 Chen Hansheng can't stand it anymore: "Are you worried about the train collapsed?"

　　 "No, no."

　　 Shen Youchu raised his head and said anxiously: "It's too expensive."

　　 "Don't panic, I have to fly in the future." Chen Hansheng said with a smile.

　　 Chen Hansheng didn't have much sitting posture. He took off his shoes and lay on the lower bunk. He took the quilt as a pillow, and his feet were tilted on the edge of the bed, reading the newspaper leisurely.

　　Wang Zibo had never taken a train before. His range of action was limited to Sudong Province, so he ran to the folding chair in the corridor outside and watched the scenery along the way intently.

　　 Shen Youchu slowly adapted later. She also took off her shoes and sat on the bed, with her hands on her knees, and silently reciting English textbooks.

　　 Chen Hansheng found it strange, and Shen Youchu seemed to spend a lot of time reading English.

　　 "Why do you always look at this stuff?"

　　 "My English is poor."

　　 Shen Youchu whispered.

　　 Chen Hansheng suddenly became interested: "How many scores did you score in the college entrance examination?"

　　 Shen Youchu lowered his head and did not answer.

　　 "Say, even if it's zero, it's not shameful."

　　 Chen Hansheng put down the newspaper and asked.

　　 "Yes, it means zero points."

　　 Shen Youchu hugged his knees tighter: "The day of the English test, grandpa passed away. I will stay with my mother-in-law at home."

　　 The car suddenly quieted down, and Wang Zibo heard this conversation outside, and he said nerdy: "If you add English, you can go to Dongda."

　　 Chen Hansheng brought out snacks and said to Wang Zibo: "Go open the water and soak three bowls of noodles."

　　 After Wang Zibo left, Chen Hansheng closed the door of the box and sat next to Shen Youchu: "Did you miss Grandpa?"

"miss you."

　　 Shen Youchu raised his head, tears rippling, dripping like pearls on the bedsheets, not only recalling the thoughts of his loved ones, but also the helplessness of missing the English exam.

　　Chen Hansheng helped her dry her tears, grabbed Shen Youchu's little feet and placed them on the palms of her hands. Her socks were a little thin, and there were dense traces of needlework on the toes. It seemed that they had been repaired many times.

　　 Shen Youchu was embarrassed to shrink back, Chen Hansheng refused to give it, but gently rubbed it until the temperature of both feet slowly increased, accompanied by a warm current from the soles of the feet into Shen Youchu's heart.

　　 "Is it better?"

　　 Chen Hansheng asked.

　　 "Thank you, thank you."

　　 Shen Youchu looked at Chen Hansheng blankly.

　　 "You're welcome."

　　 Chen Hansheng wiped his hands pretending to be disgusted: "But you have to wash your feet more, it's so stinking."

　　 Shen Youchu shyly retracted his feet into the quilt, and whispered: "It's not smelly."

　　 After opening the door, Wang Zibo had already prepared the instant noodles, and Chen Hansheng greeted Shen Youchu for dinner.

　　 Shen Youchu still hasn't forgotten the steamed buns she brought. The weather in Jianye was so cold. The steamed buns had already become cold and hard. She pulled them into small pieces and put them into the instant noodles and ate them with the noodle soup.

　　 Seeing Chen Hansheng and Wang Zibo both staring at her, she whispered, "I, I want to eat steamed buns."

　　 Chen Hansheng sighed. He also took two steamed buns and handed them to Wang Zibo by the way: "It's settled at noon, the more you drag it, the more it tastes bad."

　　Wang Zibo did not refuse either. He grabbed the steamed buns and stuffed them in the instant noodles. After eating snoringly, Chen Hansheng took Wang Zibo to the place where the car and the car were connected to smoke.

　　 "I didn't expect Xiao Shen to be a poor man."

　　Wang Zibo shook his head and said, "It's just that you have a very good personality, Xiao Chen, you always meet good women."

　　 Chen Hansheng chuckled, "I didn't say no to bad women."

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　　 It’s easy for people to sleep on the train. Listening to the sound of "Dang, Dang, Dang", coupled with the inherent swing attribute, Chen Hansheng and Wang Zibo talked about some things about their hometown, and fell asleep unconsciously.

　　 Until someone opened the door of the carriage, Chen Hansheng opened his eyes in a daze and walked in a female college student.

　　 In her early twenties, she is not tall or short, with a delicate face and airy bangs. She took a look when she came in, and then stood on tiptoe to put the package on the luggage rack.

　　 But the luggage rack is a bit high. She lifted it several times and didn't put it on. Shen Youchu put down the book to help. Chen Hansheng shouted sleepily: "Zi Bo, get up and help."

　　Wang Zibo was also sleeping. He rubbed his eyes after being awakened, jumped out of bed and helped the female college student put the luggage on it.

　　 "Thank Si."

　　The female college student kindly thanked her, but she also had a Sichuan-Chongqing accent: "Which university are you from?"

　　 Chen Hansheng didn't want to talk to him in sleep, and Shen Youchu had no social skills, so Wang Zibo could only stammer in the end.

　　 Unexpectedly, the two of them were still chatting together. Chen Hansheng opened his eyes and it was already evening. The dusky sunset was far from the sky, and the setting sun was sprayed on the corridor through the car window, but there was no heat.

　　 The train passed by the roadside mountain villages and hills without stopping, Chen Hansheng felt inexplicably a kind of regret that time passed by, which was difficult to grasp.

　　 "Xiao Chen, this is Huang Hui, a senior at Sudong University of Science and Technology, who is already looking for a job in Jianye."

　　 Wang Zibo introduced.

"Oh."

　　 Chen Hansheng said sullenly, Wang Zibo and Huang Hui, who were chatting with a few dogs, actually opened the door, and all the air-conditioners ran into the carriage. When they woke up, their noses were a little blocked.

　　 He glanced at Shen Youchu again. This little Nizi wrapped the quilt tightly around her body and read English books. If her character was not too excessive, she would only endure it silently.

　　 "Would you like hot water, I'll pour it for you."

　　 Shen Youchu saw Chen Hansheng wake up, and asked quietly.

　　 Chen Hansheng did not say a word, but shut the door with a "pop", scared Wang Zibo and Huang Hui, who were sitting in the corridor chatting, excited~lightnovelpub.net~Xiao Chen, can't you move a little bit? "

　　 Wang Zibo opened the door again and said dissatisfied.

　　 Chen Hansheng got angry: "You **** want to pick up girls just hang out in the corridor, open the door and broadcast live?"

　　 After cursing, Chen Hansheng took a lighter to smoke, and closed the door easily.

　　 Huang Hui's face was a bit ugly. She had noticed that Shen Youchu was probably a little cold, but she was a little depressed to chat with the door closed, so she didn't point it out.

　　 "Your classmate is a bit big-tempered." Huang Hui said.

　　Wang Zibo was actually a little flustered, but he waved his hand desperately: "Xiao Chen is just such a bad temper, I'll go and see."

　　 "Okay, I feel you are afraid of him, but classmates still have to get along as equals."

　　 Huang Hui suddenly said from behind.

　　Wang Zibo paused, turned his head and explained seriously: "He and I are not ordinary classmates, we know best friends since 4 years old."

　　 "Oh oh oh, then go now." Huang Hui smiled kindly.

　　 Wang Zibo came to the smoking area next to the toilet, and Chen Hansheng had already smoked half of it.

　　 "Can't you save me some face, yelling in front of outsiders."

　　 Wang Zibo grabbed the cigarette and said.

　　 "Why, do you like that girl?"

　　 Chen Hansheng also handed over the lighter.

　　 "Neither, just feel that you don't respect me in front of girls."

　　 Wang Zibo hammered Chen Hansheng's shoulder.

　　 "She is just a passerby, it doesn't matter if she gets off the train."

　　Chen Hansheng pointed to the direction of the carriage: "But Shen Youchu is the cusp of Lao Tzu's heart. If you freeze her like that, Lao Tzu can't be angry yet?"

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