Due to the time difference between the 11 time zones, Duanmu Ci woke up early, and the faint sky light shone on Duanmu Ci's long and dense eyelashes through the 6.6-meter-high gauze curtain.

Duanmu Ci picked up the remote control resting next to the bed, and with a "beep", the red dot lit up, and the tall curtains automatically opened to both sides like a theater curtain, revealing floor-to-ceiling windows as high as the curtains, as if someone had lifted the clouds.

Outside the huge window is a flowing Huangpu River, and a large amount of white ice still sinks on the yellow surface of the river, which looks like a large glass of Coke with ice in McDonald's. There are a lot of boats coming and going on the "Coke", and there are a lot of people coming and going - it's a bustling and busy city.

It's time to get up.

Duanmuci lifted the quilt, sat on the edge of the bed and woke up, then went to the bathroom to wash up in his pajamas, brushing his teeth while planning today's arrangements. Looking at the white foam in my mouth in the mirror, I thought that this toothbrush and toothpaste were really much more comfortable than when I used willow branches dipped in green salt to wipe my teeth......

Duanmuci left Chicago with only a small black suitcase containing nothing but papers, but that didn't mean he didn't have any clothes to wear. In fact, Duanmu Ci was worrying about which clothes he should wear, because he was standing in a delicate cloakroom at the moment, and there were clothes on all sides, and he was a little at a loss for choice.

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Although Jingyuan is on the bank of the bustling and busy Huangpu River, it is not very noisy because it is surrounded by accommodation areas, and there are some pedestrians on the road, one carrying a schoolbag, the other carrying a briefcase, the well water does not interfere with the river water, and the office workers and students are clearly distinguished.

Now that the sky is just dawning, the roadside shops are full of people eating breakfast, and the steamer is overflowing with white steam, and it looks quite peaceful.

Duanmu Ci touched his stomach, he was a little hungry. Although he can live forever, he is also flesh and blood after all, and he will still be hungry.

He randomly found a bun shop, which was not big, but it was very clean.

As soon as the proprietress saw that the business was coming, she hurriedly greeted her, and then saw Duanmuci's dress, and couldn't help but be stunned-

In fact, it is difficult for an old monster like Duanmu Ci, who has lived for countless years, to keep up with the so-called trend. Because something with a short vitality like a trend, in Duanmuci's eyes, there is no need to chase it at all. The long life he had had made him instinctively repulsive to these novelties, and he was slow to react to them.

In other words, his aesthetic eye is lagging behind.

In other words, he's a bit of a "dirty." ”

After a 60-year absence, he returned to the mainland again. When Duanmu Ci left the mainland, it was still the era of the Republic of China, so when he went out to choose clothes, he naturally picked a dark black tunic suit, probably in his thoughts, this is the most suitable clothes to wear in China, but the style is more tight.

This kind of old-fashioned clothing is not something that ordinary "young people" can hold, but it can't stand up to other people's foundations, and it has a quaint temperament that has been precipitated over a long period of time, and it looks like a handsome deacon in a European castle in a romance novel.

The proprietress watched the handsome young man come through the curling white steam, and wondered with joy - shouldn't such a person go to a "high-class" place like Starbucks to enjoy coffee and breakfast? How can you be so close to the people to eat xiaolongbao?

Duanmu Jin randomly picked a clean seat and sat down, and tapped his fingertips on the glass tabletop, "A basket of steamed buns, a bowl of porridge." ”

"Oh, oh—" The proprietress replied as she quickly put her hands and feet on the plate and gave her a plate of her own pickles for free......

Duanmu Ci picked up a bun and took a bite, well, the taste is okay, it feels much better than a cheeseburger, and I really have to eat local specialties.

The proprietress sat on the sidelines and stared blankly at the handsome young man in front of her, gracefully ...... Eating steamed buns is obviously eating cheap ordinary food at a wild shop on the street, but the young customer in front of him interprets the feeling of sitting in a luxurious aspasia restaurant and eating white truffles.

"Outside the long pavilion, by the ancient road, the grass is green and the sky is ......" A tune that did not conform to the temperament of the times sounded in the pocket of the tunic suit, inexplicably harmonious.

Duanmu Ci frowned, it was not a wonderful feeling to be disturbed while enjoying breakfast, although a few xiaolongbao were not a great enjoyment.

What was displayed on the screen was a transoceanic phone, and Duanmu slid the screen lock, "Anzhi-"

The old butler's voice sounded unexpectedly, "Good morning, my lord." In fact, due to the 11-hour time difference, he was eating dinner at the long table.

"What's the matter?"

"That's right, sir. The butler you need in the East is almost there, and she will take care of everything for you, just as I have done for you. ”

"Butler? Could it be that it's a step pupil? Duanmu Ci's face changed.

The old butler smiled and said, "Exactly." The train arrives an hour later, so the adults should send someone to pick her up first. ”

"No need to send someone, I'll go myself." Duanmu Ci hung up the phone.

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Haishan Railway Station was built in 1908, and after dozens of spring and autumn periods, it was finally renovated by the Municipal Council 30 years ago, and suddenly entered the modern era from a thick sense of age.

Duanmuci sat on the blue plastic chair, his eyes were full of people coming and going, and everyone was in a hurry.

This reminded him of that long ago -

The world's first railway station was inaugurated in 1830 in Manchester, Liverpool, England. Trains were the most fashionable and advanced travel vehicles of the era, and the people who could own a train ticket were decent people from high European society. The gentlemen were dressed in sophisticated attire, the attendants behind them carried suitcases and luggage, and everyone sat quietly in the waiting hall drinking coffee. Even the ticket inspectors wore crisp black uniforms with gold buttons sewn into the cuffs.

The age of gentlemen has passed, and people are in a hurry now, where is there leisure to drink a cup of hot coffee on a busy journey?

-- Even the once handsome ticket inspector boy has been replaced by a bloated middle-aged aunt.

Occasionally, a few discerning travelers will inadvertently look at Duanmu and admire his appearance and temperament - such a character can actually take a train? It can't be that you want to play the trick of the noble son's brocade night, right? Fortunately, I met a few foreign girls on the train for a romantic encounter, and then waited for the train to arrive at the station and then left in style?

They're thinking too much—

Duanmuci looked up at the red scrolling subtitles on the LeD display opposite, wanting to confirm when the train would arrive. As a result, before he could finish reading, an exclamation suddenly sounded in the crowd, and the passengers all looked in the same direction.

It was a beautiful woman, and it was normal for a beautiful woman to appear in the train station, but this woman was unusually beautiful.

She wore a black English brimmed hat, a bohemian dress, a dark cardigan over her upper body, and a vintage handbag in her forearms.

It doesn't look like she just got off the train, but like a queen who has just toured her territory.

It's just that after this "Her Majesty the Queen" walked in a straight line domineeringly, he came straight to Duanmuci's seat, his body was short, and he squatted on the ground with his legs together, "Lord Duanmu~~" The voice rose and fell, as if it was Zhang Xu's cursive script.

Seeing this scene, the travelers who had just noticed Duanmu Ci couldn't help but suddenly realize - it turned out that this was a noble son, but people didn't go to meet beauties, but waited for beauties to meet themselves, tsk, the realm was high......

The eyes of the young people were full of fiery envy, even some mature middle-aged men were no exception, they looked at Duanmu Ci, and they couldn't wait to shout like the overlord of Western Chu, "He can take his place"!

It's really a different fate......

Duanmu Ci felt the eyes around him, and there seemed to be the sound of pressing the shutter, he couldn't help but twitch, and pulled up the woman in front of him, "Bu Tongxun, stop playing!" ”

Rao is Duanmu has lived for two thousand years, and he has never seen a few women as terrible as Bu Tongxun. I have seen a few occasionally, and they have left iron-clad and well-known names such as "Disaster Water" and "Enchantress Queen" in the history books! Fortunately, this woman was not born thousands of years ago, otherwise there would have been a mediocre king who would have died his family and country for her!

Bu Tong smiled, and just wanted to say something, but was pulled out of the crowd by Duanmu Ci.

Several old men looked at their pulling and pulling backs behind them, and then looked at the crowd of onlookers, and couldn't help but shake their heads, it was really painful, "The wind is going down - the wind is going down!" ”

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PS: Thank you for the generous tips of Lin Xuan Peiyin and the bookworm Zhi.

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