One Hundred and Three, Apex

Chen Hansheng bought a large pack of snacks and was about to enter the station. Only then did Shen Youchu know that Chen Hansheng was going to Sichuan and Chongqing, and she didn't react in a daze.

"I have to go anyway, it doesn't matter if it's later or earlier."

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

Shen Youchu had never sat on a hard sleeper before, so she felt a little apprehensive about upgrading to a soft sleeper.

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

Chen Hansheng couldn't stand it anymore: "Are you worried that the train will collapse?"

"No, no."

Shen Youchu raised her head and said anxiously, "It's too expensive."

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

Chen Hansheng didn't have a good sitting posture anymore. He took off his shoes and lay down on the lower bunk carelessly. He took the quilt as a pillow, put his feet on the edge of the bed, and read the newspaper leisurely.

Wang Zibo had never taken a train before, and his scope of action was limited to Sudong Province, so he ran to the folding chair in the corridor outside, concentrating on watching the scenery along the way.

Shen Youchu gradually got used to it later, she also took off her shoes and sat on the bed with her arms around her knees, silently reciting the English textbook.

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

"Why do you keep looking at this thing?"

"My English is poor."

Shen Youchu said in a low voice.

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

Shen Youchu lowered his head and did not answer.

"Speaking of which, even a zero score is not shameful."

Chen Hansheng put down the newspaper and asked.

"That's right, zero points."

Shen Youchu hugged her knees a little tighter: "On the day of the English test, grandpa passed away, and I stayed at home with my mother-in-law."

The carriage suddenly fell silent, and Wang Zibo heard the conversation outside, and he said dully, "If you add English, you can go to Dongdae University."

Chen Hansheng took out some snacks and said to Wang Zibo, "Go and boil the water and make 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?"

"think."

Shen Youchu raised her head, tears dripping down on the bed sheet like pearls, not only recalling the thoughts of her loved ones, but also feeling helpless about missing the fate of the English exam.

Chen Hansheng helped her dry her tears, grabbed Shen Youchu's little feet and put them in the palm of her hand. Her socks were a bit thin, and there were dense stitches on the toes, which seemed to have been repaired many times.

Shen Youchu shrank back in embarrassment, but Chen Hansheng didn't give it, but rubbed it gently until the temperature of his feet gradually rose, accompanied by a warm current from the soles of his feet into Shen Youchu's heart.

"Is it better?"

Chen Hansheng asked.

"Thank you, thank you."

Shen Youchu stared blankly at Chen Hansheng.

"You're welcome."

Chen Hansheng pretended to be disgusted and wiped his hands: "But you have to wash your feet more, it stinks."

Shen Youchu shyly tucked her feet into the quilt, and whispered, "It doesn't stink."

After opening the door, Wang Zibo had already prepared the instant noodles, and Chen Hansheng called Shen Youchu to eat.

Shen Youchu still didn't forget the steamed buns she brought, the weather in Jianye was so cold, the steamed buns had already become cold and hard, she broke them into small pieces and put them into the instant noodles, and ate them with the noodle soup.

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

Chen Hansheng sighed, took two steamed buns himself, and passed two to Wang Zibo by the way: "Take it out at noon, the more you delay, the more unpalatable it will be."

Wang Zibo didn't refuse either, he grabbed the steamed buns and stuffed them in the instant noodles, and after he finished eating, Chen Hansheng dragged Wang Zibo to the place where the carriages connected to the carriages to smoke.

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

Wang Zibo shook his head and said, "It's just that your personality is too good, Xiao Chen, you always meet good women."

Chen Hansheng smiled: "I didn't say no to bad women."

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It is easy for people to fall asleep on the train. Listening to the sound of "Boom, Boom" and the inherent rocking attributes, Chen Hansheng and Wang Zibo chatted about some things in their hometown, and fell asleep without knowing it.

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

In her early twenties, she was neither tall nor short, with a pretty face and airy bangs. She took a look after she came in, and then stood on tiptoe to put the package on the luggage rack.

But the luggage rack was a bit high, she lifted it several times but failed to 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. After being woken up, he rubbed his eyes and jumped out of bed to help the female college student put her luggage on it.

"Thank you."

The female college student thanked her politely, but she unexpectedly spoke with a Sichuan-Chongqing accent: "Where did you go to university?"

Chen Hansheng didn't want to talk to him when he was sleeping, and Shen Youchu didn't have much social skills, so in the end, Wang Zibo could only stammer and talk to him.

Unexpectedly, the two had a good chat. When Chen Hansheng opened his eyes, it was already evening, and the dark sunset was hanging far away in the sky. The setting sun shone through the car window on the corridor, but there was no warmth for a while.

The train passed by the roadside mountain villages and hills without stopping, and Chen Hansheng felt inexplicably regretful that time passed by and was hard to grasp.

"Xiao Chen, this is Huang Hui, a senior student at Sudong University of Science and Technology, who has already found a good job in Jianye."

Wang Zibo introduced.

"oh."

Chen Hansheng said hello dully, and Wang Zibo and Huang Hui chatted with the dog with the door open.

He glanced at Shen Youchu again, this little girl wrapped the quilt tightly around her body to read English books, if her character wasn't too much, she would just endure silently.

"Do you want some hot water? I'll pour it for you."

Seeing Chen Hansheng waking up, Shen Youchu asked in a low voice.

Chen Hansheng didn't say a word, and slammed the carriage door shut with a "slap", scaring Wang Zibo and Huang Hui, who were sitting in the corridor chatting, to tremble.

"Xiao Chen, can't you move a little bit?"

Wang Zibo opened the door again and said dissatisfied.

Chen Hansheng got angry: "If you want to pick up girls, you can do it in the corridor, open the door and broadcast live?"

After scolding, Chen Hansheng took the lighter to smoke, and closed the door again.

Huang Hui's face was a bit ugly when she was told, she had noticed that Shen Youchu was probably a little cold, but chatting with the door behind closed doors was a little depressing, so she didn't point it out.

"Your classmate has a bit of a temper." Huang Hui said.

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

"Okay, I feel like you're quite afraid of him, and you still have to get along with each other on an equal footing."

Huang Hui suddenly said behind her back.

Wang Zibo paused, turned his head and explained seriously: "He and I are not ordinary classmates, we have known each other since we were 4 years old."

"Oh, let's go then." Huang Hui smiled kindly.

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

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

Wang Zibo snatched the cigarette and said.

"What, you like that girl?"

Chen Hansheng handed over the lighter as well.

"No, I just feel that you don't respect me in front of girls."

Wang Zibo hit Chen Hansheng on the shoulder.

"She's just a passerby, and it doesn't matter when she gets off the train."

Chen Hansheng pointed to the direction of the carriage: "But Shen Youchu is the tip of my heart. You froze her like that, so I can't be angry?"

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