Meng Li said to the inch-headed young man: "No problem. ”

In Li Bingbing's surprised gaze, Meng Li took the backpack on the bed to the top bunk, and then after a little thought, he changed the quilt he had used as a pillow and the quilt on the top bunk.

"Okay, I'm going to Hwaseong, what about you?"

"Thank you so much, we also went to Hwaseong to accompany my grandmother to see a doctor...... This is the difference between the upper and lower bunks, you count, thank you. The young man said gratefully, handing over a few bills in his hand.

Meng Li didn't stretch out his hand to take the money, and said with a light smile: "It's okay, you don't have to make up the difference, there are brothers all over the world, everyone helps each other when they go out, you better help your grandma to rest quickly, the old man seems to be in a bad state." ”

The old man may have been tired of driving, his eyes seemed to be closed, and he was in a state of confusion, but when he heard Meng Li's words, he tried to open his eyes and said gratefully: "Thank you, young man." ”

The inch-headed young man hurriedly helped his grandmother to lie down on the bed that was originally Meng Li.

The train starts again, slowly moving north, then accelerates and rushes north.

Meng Li took out a book from his backpack, sat on the folding stool opposite Li Bingbing, opened it, and began to read.

Li Bingbing has actually been secretly observing this surprisingly good-skinned boy.

“《Micropsychanalyse》?”

Li Bingbing glanced at the cover of the book in Meng Li's book, and was stunned for a moment, first of all, she didn't expect that the young man opposite was actually reading a foreign language monograph. Secondly, she knows this foreign language word - micropsychoanalysis!

"There are still people who read such a biased original work, this teenager is not simple." Li Bingbing became more and more curious about the young man in his heart.

She is also a good reader. And it covers a wide range of topics. At that time, he was one of the top three outstanding graduates of Modu University in China. And with a double bachelor's degree in administrative management and economics, he has great ambitions, and after graduation, he has entered the official career, and in the past two years, he has read fewer books because he is too busy with work, but although he is not very familiar with the spirituality that specializes in the study of the human spirit, mind, and heart, he also knows it.

"This is a discipline that intersects with philosophy and psychology, and it requires an extremely rich knowledge base and ideological height. Apparently there is some research......"

Meng Li felt so keen, he could feel the gaze of the woman opposite him, but this time he didn't break it, but read his own book by himself. 、

Meng Li reads books very quickly, ten lines at a glance, and never forgets them.

Since the soul power was extended, his memory is no longer a simple physiological memory, but has risen to the soul memory. All memories are imprinted in the soul, and this is a very special state, which is wonderful.

In a word. It is not accurate to say that Meng Li's memory at this time is unforgettable.

Remembering refers to the memory of the body and brain, if the memory of the soul has not been formed. A soul detached from the body is a pure soul, without thoughts and without memories. At this time, Meng Li's soul awakened, the power of the soul was derived, and with the soul memory, the memory in the physical brain was not copied to the soul, and in the future, all the memories will have a "backup" at the same time, one is still the brain memory cortex of the body, and the other is the soul memory.

With soul memory, even if the memory area of Meng Li's brain is damaged, or if he changes his head, as long as it is the same soul, Meng Li will never forget it.

Turning a page in almost thirty seconds, a 120-page book, Meng Li only read it for half an hour, and he has completely memorized it, and he will never forget it.

He flipped through the book so quickly, as if he was looking at the flowers, which made Li Bingbing on the other side secretly roll his eyes, thinking, this person is not selling fame, but the book is loading?

Half an hour later, Meng Li put down the book and found that the beautiful woman opposite was no longer there. And the inch-headed young man has been sitting on the edge of the bed and taking care of his grandmother.

Meng Li looked out the window, and by dusk in the evening, the sky had begun to slowly darken.

Meng Li got up, walked to the end of the dining car, and prepared to go to the dining car to eat.

He didn't have anything in his backpack except for a suit of clothes and two books.

When I came to the dining car, I found that there were not many people inside, and the cold and glamorous beauties who peeked at themselves from time to time in the same carriage were actually dining.

Meng Li looked at the dining car curiously, this was the first time he had gone far away, and it was also the first time he had taken the train, and he felt fresh about everything.

I watched how others ordered, and then I ordered a beef rice noodle myself, and sat down with a vacant seat, while eating, while looking at the scenery outside the car window.

After eating, he bought two more boxed lunches, carried them back to his carriage, and saw the cold woman sitting in the aisle reading a book again, Meng Li did not say hello, and handed the boxed lunch in his hand to the inch-headed young man who changed beds with him.

"Give you and the old man the boxed lunch in the dining car, eat a little, your grandmother's body needs to be supplemented with some nutrients." Meng Li said softly, although he has not studied medical skills, he is the most powerful human expert in the world.

didn't ask for the money handed over by the young man, and after saying no thank you to the young man, Meng Li walked towards the hard-seated carriage.

Li Bingbing saw this qiē in her eyes, she knew that Meng Li and the young man with the inch head did not know each other, which made her feel strange about Meng Li's behavior, now in this society, the world is declining, even if an old man falls on the road, no one dares to step forward to help him, for fear that he will be blackmailed...... This jealous teenager with good skin made Li Bingbing's heart feel warm.

"After all, there are still good people." Looking at Meng Li's background, Li Bingbing thought in his heart.

Meng Li walked in the carriage casually with his curiosity, looked at the layout in the train, looked at the travelers on the train, and wandered around for more than an hour before Meng Li returned to the carriage where he was.

As soon as Meng Li came back, he found that the luggage of the cold woman had been changed from the original lower bunk to the upper bunk, and the cold woman's bed was filled with the things of the young man with the inch head.

At a glance, he understood that it was estimated that the cold woman also changed beds with him in order to make it convenient for the young man with the inch head to take care of the elderly.

Meng Li suddenly had a good impression of the cold woman who was still sitting next to the driveway reading by the light.

For helpful people, Meng Li has never been stingy with his favorability.

"Are you interested in books like this?" Meng Li sat opposite the cold woman, and when she saw that the other party was reading with relish with the book she had put on the table, she couldn't help but ask with a smile.

"Ah~" Li Bingbing hurriedly put down the book, a little embarrassed: "I'm sorry, I just flipped through it with some curiosity." ”

It is impolite to move other people's things without the consent of the other party, and Li Bingbing's face is a little red.

"Hehe, it's okay, I've finished reading it anyway, feel free to read it, if you're interested, I can give you this book." Meng Li said casually, anyway, the content of the book has been memorized, and this book is kept, that is, a collection.

But that's not what the other person meant.

Li Bingbing hurriedly said: "No, no, I just take a look at it at random, your book is a foreign language monograph, it is difficult to buy in China, I don't dare to ask for such a valuable thing, and there are too many special terms in the book, I don't know many of them......"

In a monograph in a foreign language such as "Micropsychoanalysis", except for experts who specialize in this field, even foreigners who use such a language can recognize all the words in it.

Meng Li has memorized several reference books in foreign languages, and it is not difficult to read these books.

Meng Li smiled, and didn't force it, if a stranger said too much, it would be easy for people to misunderstand that they had other intentions.

After exchanging names, the two chatted a few more words, both of them were people who read poetry and books, and they had a good appetite for communication, and they soon chatted.

Meng Li enjoyed this kind of thing very much, sitting on the train, listening to the sound of the train moving forward, sitting opposite a beautiful woman, chatting, very comfortable.

Li Bingbing was also surprised by her rejection of this strange teenager, and felt very comfortable after chatting for a while, so she continued to chat, what satisfied her the most was the young man's eyes, when she looked at herself, she never stayed on herself for more than three seconds, as if she was not a big beauty, but an ordinary-looking woman.

It was the first time she had met such a young man, so indifferent to her beauty.

She didn't know that Meng Li was also so calm when she faced women like Liang Xin, Luo Duxi, and Zhou Jingfang whose appearance and temperament were no worse than her.

In Meng Li's heart, he never cared about a woman's appearance, at least before.

The two chatted very energetically, and when they talked about a wonderful place, Li Bingbing smiled.

"You look good when you smile." Meng Li said suddenly, and after he finished speaking, he himself was dumbfounded, thinking to himself, how could he say such a thing.

"Thank you." Li Bingbing was quite free and easy, and said thank you with a smile.

At ten o'clock in the evening, the headlights in the carriage went out, leaving only the fire lights on, and the light suddenly became much darker.

Everyone began to go to bed to rest, in order not to disturb the rest of the carriage, Meng Li and Li Bingbing ended chatting and also went to bed to rest.

Both of them changed their top bunks, and they happened to face each other.

Meng Li's eyesight is far beyond ordinary people, in such a carriage with only faint lights, it is still like daytime, and everything is very clear.

After he went to bed and lay down, he habitually turned sideways, and happened to see Li Bingbing on the opposite side unbuttoning the top few buttons of the white shirt on his upper body.

The purple bra and the snow-white fullness outlined the depths inside just reflected in Meng Li's eyes.

A heat that had never been felt before rose in Meng Li's lower abdomen.

"Oh no, I've seen things I shouldn't see."

Meng Li hurriedly turned around and looked at the top of the carriage, but the scene he had just seen still appeared in his mind.

Meng Li rubbed his temples, took a deep breath, and quickly calmed down the heat in his body.

What's wrong with you? It's not spring again. (To be continued......)