At the end of the train car, a teenager walked out of it with his head down and walked towards his seat.

"What's wrong with Duck," asked a girl in a white tracksuit named Wang Ying. As the name suggests, the only flaw is that there is no bright spot, the only bright spot, forget it, let's talk about his shortcomings.

Lin Kun's face was stunned, and then he said helplessly, "I said Sister Wang Ying, when you are away, can't you call me by my Chinese name?"

"Well, dead duck"

Lin Kun "................ ”

By the way, you haven't told me how you look lost.

Lin Kun lowered his head and sighed, and said, "This is a long story. ”

Wang Ying had some dissatisfaction in his eyes, "Won't you make a long story short." ”

"Alas, it's really hard to say this, and besides, I'm afraid you won't believe it if I say it."

"Your sister, do you say it or not?" Wang Ying looked a little angry.

"Damn, it's rude," Lin Kun muttered. Look at what this is, say this pulled out an old book from behind him, and the style is somewhat ancient.

"Cut, your sister, isn't it just a book, it's not like I haven't seen it."

"Alas, this book was given to me by a middle-aged uncle"

"You know that uncle."

"I've never met."

"The more you talk about me, the less confused I become, how can he give you a book for no reason?" Besides, shouldn't you be glad that he gave you a book? It looks like a big loss.

"You don't understand this, the middle-aged uncle said, he saw that I was personable, behaved extraordinary, and was a rare genius in a hundred years, and I was a little embarrassed to say it, although it is true, but you know, I am low-key. Saying this, Lin Kun smiled shyly at Wang Ying.

Correct... Then, Wang Fanying looked at Lin Kun with a dull gaze.

Later, I chatted with the uncle, we had a good chat, and when I finally left, the uncle took my hand and wanted to cut off the head of the chicken with me, but I sternly refused, but the uncle still refused to give up, and said that he must give me something, but he didn't have anything with him, so he gave me his favorite book, at first I refused, but I thought that I had rejected him once, and the uncle was gracious, so I reluctantly accepted. I thought that I might never meet such a bold uncle again in the future, and I couldn't help but feel sad.

Wang Ying's eyes straightened...................... and after he came back to his senses, he raised his hand to call Lin Kun, but Lin Kun seemed to have a premonition, and got up and opened the moment Wang Fanying's palm slap fell. After getting up, he muttered, "I told you that you didn't believe it, it's really not Taishan." ”

Wang Ying didn't believe Lin Kun's nonsense, but he couldn't stand Lin Kun's teasing of his IQ, so he couldn't help but hit him.

Seeing that Lin Kun was not going to tell him like this, he simply didn't ask, otherwise he didn't know what kind of nonsense he would make up.

Lin Kun naturally couldn't tell her the truth, after all, this book was not as out of tune as he said, in fact, Lin Kun's thoughts returned to the smoking area of the train node just now.

In the smoking area of the small carriage, there is a lingering sound at the moment, looking from afar, it is like a fairyland on earth, of course, this place naturally cannot be heaven, because heaven is impossible to be disliked, looking at the disgusted eyes of people who occasionally pass by here, Lin Kun consciously buried his head outside the window.

At this time, a middle-aged man walked over, skillfully took out a pack of Dahonghe from his pocket, took out a cigarette from it, and then put his hand into the other pocket - nothing was taken out, looked left and right, as a fellow practitioner, he smoked without even a lighter, I decided to appreciate him, and then consciously handed over the lighter in my hand. The middle-aged uncle glanced at Lin Kun a little inexplicably, then took it and lit the cigarette in his hand, and then, and then there was no more.

Your uncle's, my lighter.

Seeing that the uncle was not ready to return the lighter to me for a long time, which anger in my heart, this uncle is too unpopular, Lin Kun decided to take the initiative, looked at the only two cigarettes left in the cigarette box, gritted his teeth and smoked another one from the inside, and finally got the lighter back as he wished. My sister's, I will never borrow him again.

In the smoking area, one long and one young are quietly smoking their own cigarettes, a very harmonious picture, too harmonious, I can't stand it. So Lin Kun decided to break him.

Uncle is going to go there. Lin Kun asked.

Kunlun Mountain, the middle-aged man replied lightly.

I didn't expect my uncle to be a travel enthusiast.

Life is not a journey, but some people like to limit themselves to one place, and I prefer to go to those unknown places.

It's too philosophical, Lin Kun said he didn't understand.

Lad, I'm leaving this world, I have a book, it's been with me for many years, and now I'm giving it to you, as if it were my last gift to the world.

Damn, this sounds weird and scary, uncle is not going to commit suicide, but it doesn't look like it. Forget it, it's better to refuse, otherwise it will not be a trivial matter for the police to come to the door.

Uncle doesn't need it, Lin Kun seriously refused.

You don't want to see what kind of book I'm going to give you, the uncle said playfully, but his expression was a little reluctant.

Well, Lin Kun admitted that he was still a little curious.

The middle-aged man's swarthy hand stretched out into his arms, and he slowly took out a yellowed old book from it and handed it to Lin Kun.

Lin Kun glanced at the cover of the book, and the corners of his mouth suddenly twitched unconsciously, "Martial Arts Ascension Immortal Decision", Lin Kun suddenly realized that there was an urge in his heart to scold people, and it was not a matter of not taking it.

Looking at Lin Kun's changing expression, the middle-aged man was also a little unhappy in his heart, thinking that he had been crisscrossing the rivers and lakes for decades, who saw that he was not respectful and expected to get his own guidance, but now he was disgusted by what he had learned all his life, so he didn't care about throwing the book to Lin Kun. Maybe he felt a little angry, so he reached out and took a pack of cigarettes from Lin Kun's trouser pocket, but Lin Kun didn't notice it.

Lin Kun looked sluggish, thinking about whether he should kneel down and kowtow a few times, and worship a teacher or something to satisfy the middle-aged man's delusion. It's really a world full of wonders, I can't imagine that I can live for more than ten years and still have the feeling of being a star master.

Looking at the middle-aged man whose figure was gradually blurred, Lin Kun suddenly had a very dreamy feeling, reached out to grab the cigarette in his trouser pocket, and wanted to take two puffs of cigarettes to find some real feeling, but before his hand reached the end, he already clearly felt that his trouser pocket was empty.

Lin Kun's first feeling was pitted, but he was not too nervous in his heart, because he only brought a pack of cigarettes with him, but at this time, when he looked at the book in his hand, he suddenly had a very painful feeling, alas, my big red river was taken away by such a broken book.