On the southbound train, Han Shushu sat in the carriage with his chin propped up, looking at the fields in the north whistling by outside the window, looking a little depressed.

This time to the north to do a teaching and research project of Han calligraphy and painting was supposed to take a plane back, but temporarily dared to get on the flight delay, after waiting for three hours, Mingzhu's tutor urged and anxious, Han calligraphy and painting had to choose the train, although it is not the Spring Festival season, but half an hour before the drive, in order to be able to buy a ticket, she still paid the scalper twice the price.

The excitement of getting on the train was quickly dispelled by the smell of smoke and the stagnant air, and all that was left was to pray for the end of the journey.

Most of the people sitting in this carriage are ordinary people, and these three big men have seen such a beautiful woman as Han Shushu once upon a time, so many men's eyes have glanced at Han Shushu in the direction of Han Shushu intentionally or unintentionally, even if these ordinary people will not really do anything to such a beautiful girl as Han Shushu, but it is not illegal to take a look.

In this environment, you can imagine how like pins and needles are in Korean calligraphy and painting.

However, it is not without people who can arouse the interest of Korean calligraphy and painting, such as the young man sitting on the other side of the carriage, also by the window.

It can be seen that this quiet young man is not wealthy, and even the small cloth bag next to him looks a little rustic and funny, but he is the most eye-catching person in the carriage except for Korean calligraphy and painting, because he is holding an ancient book in his hand that will never appear in ordinary occasions now.

With a blue cover, a white title, and standard block letters, this is a line-bound ancient book.

Han calligraphy and painting can see the title of the book, "Erya Commentary".

Nowadays, young people can insist on seeing the essence of this kind of Chinese culture, and most of the peers who know Han calligraphy and painting who have some skills in this area are also because of their family background.

This person is naturally Zhao Huchen who went south to the pearl.

Regardless of the surprise of others, Zhao Huchen held the "Erya Notes" that he hadn't finished reading yet, and he was fascinated by it, and there was quite a bit of the legendary artistic conception of the eight winds not moving, but the clothes on his body definitely didn't add up to more than fifty yuan, and Zhao Huchen was holding such an ancient book that usually old men would read, which was really unbearable.

Of course, there is also a price to be paid for the realm of no one else, for example, at this time, beside Zhao Huchen, a lewd young man who was secretly taking out a knife and skillfully cutting open the small cloth bag that Zhao Huchen was carrying.

In the carriage, it's not that no one sees it, it's just that most people choose to be silent, these days, it's not about themselves, it's not who wants to take care of that idle business? What's more, there are usually accomplices in this kind of crime, in case any nosy person annoys the other party, a few young and strong young men rush up with weapons, it will be called every day, so there is no Lei Feng in this world.

Some people who were older than they were looking at Zhao Huchen were a little sympathetic.

Han Shushu also saw all this in her eyes, she didn't think about telling the man that someone was going to steal his things, but as soon as she saw the angry pickpocket, and the other men in the carriage who didn't seem to be very normal, the little courage she had to act bravely dissipated, after all, the world is realistic, people's hearts are not ancient, and the bridge of drawing a knife to help each other is destined to only appear in novels and TV.

The lewd young man effortlessly opened a hole in the small cloth bag, put his hand in but only touched a few books, and looked at the thread-bound ancient book in Zhao Huchen's hand with the corner of his eye, what kind of goods were in the small cloth bag can be imagined, the lewd young man's face was a little ugly, could it be that this guy didn't bring a dime when he went out? Even if it's poor, you should have money for food, right?

In the end, the obscene young man pinched a smaller cloth bag, and the skilled young man immediately knew from the feeling that the cloth bag contained a hundred-yuan bill, and his face was happy, so he pulled out his hand, and the cloth bag was sandwiched between his two fingers.

After thinking about it, this young man didn't expect that Zhao Huchen would be so shameless as to use a rope to hang the cloth bag placed in the small cloth bag on his body.

The cloth bag couldn't be pulled, the young man's face changed, he knew that he was trapped, and when he turned his head, he saw Zhao Huchen's cold face.

It is said that the chops who eat this bite of food on the train have also seen a lot of battles, and after so many years, they have not seen the heroes who can fly the eaves and walk the wall like written in the novel to touch them, even if ordinary people are discovered, most of them just collect their money and don't care, after all, when they go out, their group of barefoot chops really dare to risk their lives to fight.

But when the young man saw Zhao Huchen's cold eyes, his heart sank, and a chill rushed up his back.

"Boy, don't toast and don't eat and drink." The youth's Mandarin with a northern Shaanxi accent is a painstaking and fierce face, and this kind of intimidation has been tried and tested.

Zhao Huchen carefully closed the book in his hand and put it into the small cloth bag that had been cut, seeing Zhao Huchen's movements, he thought he was afraid, and the young man got up triumphantly and swaggered away.

After putting the book away, Zhao Huchen stretched out his hand and grabbed the back collar of the young man, and before he could shout out an exclamation, a force that could pull the wild bull back burst out from Zhao Huchen's thin arm, dragging the young man and slamming the young man's head against the glass window of the train, and a muffled sound of "bang" echoed in the entire carriage.

The adults with the children around them hurriedly covered the children's eyes with their hands, while some of the timid ones packed up their salutes and ran to other carriages, where a fight broke out in the narrow train carriage, and who knew if they would be the next to suffer.

Han Shushu's heart also twitched, and she really didn't expect that the seemingly thin young man would have such a powerful brute force, and the fierce impact made the transparent glass appear shocking bloodstains, and the originally arrogant pickpocket was paralyzed like a dead fish.

At this time, in other corners of the carriage, three young men stood up, and it was indeed a gang.

The three young men had knives in their hands and fierce expressions.

It's hard to say whether you dare to kill someone, but with this terrifying ruthlessness and fierceness, ordinary people will never dare to fight with them, no matter how hard and rushing the man is, he will soften in front of the steel knife, not to mention that they still have three or four people?

But I'm sorry that Zhao Huchen has been trained since he was a child, and he doesn't know how to write the four words of judging the situation at all, when the village party secretary took a double-barreled shotgun and loaded Zhao Huchen's head to collapse him, this kid still didn't frown his eyebrows, and a few broken copper and iron asked him to be soft? You also underestimate Zhao Huchen's capital in the township.

The young man who was hit by his head had not yet come to his senses, and he only felt that his head was spinning in a daze, and the young man had been caught by Zhao Huchen in his hand, and the knife used to cut the small cloth bag in the young man's hand did not know when it appeared in Zhao Huchen's hand.

Against the young man's neck, Zhao Huchen leaned against the window of the carriage, and the blood on the young man's forehead was still stuck to the white window, and Zhao Huchen's face was full of cold and ruthless.

"Who's going to take a step forward and try it again?" The sharp knife in Zhao Huchen's hand pierced the skin on the young man's neck, making the young man who came back to his senses scream in fright, coupled with the blood on his forehead and the embarrassed expression on his face, the young man who was brave just now almost cried.

His three companions really didn't come up, they dared to fight and dare to fight, and no one thought that when it came to this point, no matter how ruthless they were, they didn't get to the point of really treating human life as a mustard, not to mention that it was their own people who were caught in the hands of the other party.

I don't know who called the police, all in all, at this embarrassing time, the police of the train arrived quickly, and the police who were used to seeing pickpockets were shocked enough when they saw this situation at first glance, who would have thought that a twenty-eight-year-old child could be fierce to this, and he was stunned to force the four pickpockets who were extremely vicious to the point where there was no way to advance or retreat.

Fortunately, Zhao Huchen didn't do anything else except knock the blood on the young man's face, even if he held a knife against the young man's neck, it was considered legitimate defense, so when he arrived at the station, the local police took away the pickpockets, not only did not embarrass Zhao Huchen, but also praised him.

The wind was calm, the train continued to move in the direction of Mingzhu, and Zhao Huchen, who returned to his position, still took out the ancient books tepidly and looked at them with relish, but the eyes of the people in the carriage were not much different from looking at monsters.

Although Han Shushu was also surprised by Zhao Huchen's almost perverted strength, she was never a girl who liked to meddle, and she had a natural fear of Zhao Huchen's ruthlessness before.

For the next eighteen hours, Zhao Huchen always maintained his own rhythm, put down his books and lay down on the small table that was not clean when it was dark, read books when the sky was bright, and when he was tired, he would turn his head to look at the scenery outside the train, there were fields, mountains, cities and overpasses, high-rise buildings and bustling cities made this child from the countryside feel very novel.

In the noise and hustle and bustle, the train that had been running for more than ten hours slowly entered the station, and the clear Mingzhu station sign and the electronic voice of the attendant echoing in the carriage told everyone that everyone had arrived at the final station, so people began to get off the train bustlingly.

Han Shushu frowned slightly, watching the people around him scramble to get out of the car, and did not follow the flow of people, but chose to sit in his place and wait.

The flow of people slowly decreased, and when there were Han calligraphy and paintings left in the carriage, she was about to get up, but found that Zhao Huchen had not left yet, but was packing up his books and was about to leave.

There were only two people left in the carriage.

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