The white clouds and dogs are at a loss. The Yanmen Pass under the bright sun is bright and brilliant, and the tunnel that is dozens of miles deep runs through it. An air-conditioned train whizzes by, and the sound of its horn startles flocks of geese.

The T7808 train, from Yuncheng to Youzhou, is 2,000 kilometers long and takes eight hours. It is a rare express train on the Youyun Railway.

The new and clean blue-green railway seat cover, the elastic and comfortable seat cushion, and the cool and comfortable train air conditioning. Such an elegant and elegant environment is ridden by many literary and artistic youths.

A benevolent brother in the corner, holding a blue thread-bound classical book, wearing a gray and black half-old tunic suit, stepping on the bottom of a clean mille-feuille, and putting his index finger and middle finger together, constantly comparing various sword tricks and techniques, as if he was enchanted.

After a while, I saw him slowly exhale turbidity, gently put down the thread-bound book, looked indifferent, raised his slender fingers, and gently clamped the biscuits on the table and sent them to his mouth.

The beauty on the other side pouted, this "god stick" was already eating her own cookies for the third time.

The thread-bound book was held up again, with four large characters written on the cover, "Rulai Shenzhang", and three small characters "Hardcover Edition" below.

"How can there be such a miracle in the world......"

Zhuo Yifan suddenly sighed, his expression was melancholy, and he looked deep.

Zhuo Yifan, who was 25 years old at the time, achieved nothing and did nothing. Occasionally, I earn some living expenses by abducting and abducting from the pit, such as breaking boulders in the chest, such as feng shui to find a cemetery, such as fortune telling and word measurement. Sometimes they have the idea of saving the world for the people, but they rarely put it into action. This trip to Youzhou is mainly based on enjoying life and seeking knowledge.

Zhuo Yifan was about to reach out to the biscuit again, but the beauty finally couldn't help it, and said with a cocked nose: "Do you want to save the universe?!" ”

"This girl, you haven't read too many fantasy novels, although I have refined national arts, but I am not so arrogant that I want to save the universe."

Zhuo Yifan no longer paid attention to the same eyes around him, took out a few thumb-sized green apples from his pocket, bent down and wiped them on the instep, and ate them with relish. Then he took out "The Palm of the Gods" and continued to specialize.

The hustle and bustle stopped, and the carriage was quiet again. The only thing that didn't look up at the excitement was a dark and thin middle-aged man on Zhuo Yifan's left seat, he was wearing a blue shabby overalls full of cement blocks, which looked very abrupt on this more advanced train, and the people who sat with him consciously stayed away from him.

In the sound of the ups and downs of the train, the migrant man's breathing seemed to become heavy.

"Robbery ......"

The slightly trilling shout seemed to be lacking in confidence, and then the migrant worker man stood up abruptly and took out a worn-out five-shot homemade pistol from his butt pocket.

Seeing that the pistol was extremely worn and rusty in the "haha......" carriage, he thought he was joking, and suddenly hahadaxiao got up.

"I can't live these days, why do you rich people bully us poor, why do you take such a haode car, why don't you give me a few months of wages for moving bricks......," the migrant worker man was a little calm at first, and then began to sob.

The passengers stopped laughing, and they saw it was real. And the gun in the hand of the migrant worker man also seemed to exude an eerie smell. At this moment, a man in a suit on the side suddenly smashed the beer bottle in his hand towards the migrant worker.