"There are no direct trains to Caronst. The conductor sat in the warm room, cigarette in his mouth, and spoke to Qianshu through the glass window, "But there is a flight to Rune today—do you want a ticket?"

Qianzhou thought about it, Rune Ricaronster is not very far, and it is a big deal to transfer to another train.

So Qianzhou gritted his teeth: "Okay." ”

The conductor took the banknotes that Qianzhou had changed in advance, and gave him the ticket and change together: "But this train won't arrive until ten o'clock in the evening, you have to be ready." ”

Qianzhou took the ticket with a gloomy face - he didn't make it clear at first, this conductor must have done it on purpose.

But it can't be helped, it's not as good as the earth, and Qianzhou doesn't have so many choices.

Qianzhou had dinner, calculated the approximate time, and came to the waiting room with his bag on his back - although Qianzhou can store all the miscellaneous items in the imaginary space, it is obviously not normal for a traveler who is alone to not even carry a bag.

The waiting room is pitifully small, with only a few rows of hardwood seats. The windows that had fallen into disrepair leaked cold wind, blowing thousands of boats shivering.

The waiting room was empty, there were no passengers except Qianzhou, only a small kerosene lamp was lit by the wall.

Originally, Qianzhou thought that he would be finished by ten o'clock, but he was still too young for inexperience—he didn't think about the fact that the train would be delayed.

Qianzhou, who shrunk in the cold wind, has never missed the high-speed rail as much as he does at this moment! Not to mention the convenience and speed, there is almost no time for delay.

Qianzhou gritted his teeth and shook his body while muttering to himself: "Steampunk is still too backward, and the future novel must be set as a future cyberpunk!"

In fact, as a transcendent being, this level of cold was almost no threat to him physiologically. But as a southerner, he really couldn't accept it psychologically.

It was past twelve o'clock, but there was still no sign of the train.

During this time, Qianzhou asked the staff at the train station. They said that the train sent a telegram, which seemed to be out of order halfway, and that it would have to wait a little longer.

So, Qianzhou waited until the early hours of the morning.

After that, because of the cold and tiredness, Qianzhou fell asleep in a daze.

I don't know how long I slept, and Qianzhou heard someone calling him.

"Wake up, the car has arrived. ”

It was a girl's voice, and Qianzhou felt that this voice seemed a little familiar.

Rubbing his sleepy eyes, Qianzhou saw a black train crawling silently on the tracks. The thick windows shimmered in a faint light, and from the shadows, it seemed to be full of people.

The girl who woke up Qianzhou had already walked to the car door first, and Qianzhou hurriedly grabbed the backpack on the side and rushed up.

As Senfune entered the carriage, the iron doors closed automatically.

The black train's whistle let out a long whimper, like a heavy gasp before the beast got up. The flaming engine began to roar, and the loud "clang" sound was like a heartbeat.

With the turning of the steel rollers, the train soon drove into the vast darkness.

After another half hour, an old train slowly drove by—the black shell was rusty, the window glass was mostly missing, the whistle was hoarse like that of an old man with only one breath left, and the "squeak" of the wheels rubbing against it was like a wild duck being choked by the neck.

The train stopped for a while, saw that no one got on the train, and continued to move forward.

............

Qianzhou followed the girl into the carriage.

To Qianzhou's surprise, the seats on both sides of the carriage were full of people. These people are men and women, old and young. Judging from their appearance, they should all be from the Xizhou and Beizhou regions.

Although there were many people in the carriage, no one spoke, and it was quiet as if it was in public.

As Qianzhou entered the carriage, everyone turned their eyes to it, and there were a thousand different meanings in their eyes.

Being stared at by so many people at the same time, Qianzhou couldn't help frowning, and goosebumps appeared on his body.

But after just one glance, the men looked away politely or restrainedly.

Qianzhou glanced at the carriage and found that there were no more empty seats. After a moment's hesitation, Qianzhou sat down opposite the girl who reminded him.

Regarding Qianzhou's seat, the girl just glanced at him and didn't say anything else.

It was only then that Qianshu saw the girl's appearance clearly for the first time.

The girl had long golden hair—not a brilliant and blazing gold like gold, but a lighter color, like a ray of morning light through the white mist in the snowy forest.

The girl's skin was white, like the first snow of winter. Her facial features are noble and dignified, and her blue eyes are like a lake on a snowy field.

However, the lake was about a layer of ice, and the girl's eyes were cold from thousands of miles away.

But this did not detract from the girl's beauty, and her natural demeanor was like that of a snow lotus on a high mountain—if there were snow elves, it would have been.

Even Qianzhou was amazed for a while when they first met.

The girl wrapped herself in a black breasted coat with a piano case beside her. Judging by the shape and size, the case should contain a violin.

The girl, like the other passengers, didn't mean to speak. It is more appropriate to describe silence in the carriage than silence.

There seems to be an invisible thread between everyone, and everyone refrains from keeping their distance from others.

No, it's more like dozens of beasts locked together. While each beast is wary of others, it also restrains its own minions to avoid causing misunderstandings.

Qian Zhou sat in this silent atmosphere and felt uncomfortable, so he cautiously accosted the girl opposite.

"Hello, it's not the first time we've met, are we?"

The girl glanced at him and raised her brow slightly, but did not answer, just laid the case flat on her lap.

Qianzhou was bored, but he was not discouraged. It's too boring to sit on a long journey like that.

So he spoke again with a friendly smile: "Meeting is fate, my name is Qianzhou, what is your name?"

The girl stared into Qianzhou's eyes for a moment, as if she were looking at some rare animal.

After making sure that Qianzhou's smile was sincere, the girl playfully hooked the corners of her mouth: "My name is Dong Ling." ”

"Winter Spirit?"

It was as if a breeze was blowing through the treetops, and a noisy noise of whispering suddenly came from the calm carriage, and countless eyes were cast on this side, consciously or unconsciously.

The girl put her hands on the case, raised her head, and looked at them like a queen patrolling the rebels on the city walls, and then spoke aloud:

"My name is Winter Spirit, Winter Spirit Einrian!"