"Good afternoon, passengers, the XX express train you are taking will arrive at the final station of this train, Qijiang, in one hour and 20 minutes. Qijiang is an ancient city with a long history, and its history can be traced back to 2,600 years ago, while according to wild historical records and rural legends, it can be traced back to a longer time. In order not to make everyone's journey lonely, I will tell you some history and interesting facts about Qijiang by me, the producer and announcer of this train, and at the same time introduce some good places to go. ”

“...... This is the end of this broadcast, and I wish you all a pleasant journey. ”

After the sweet sound is over, soothing soft music rings out in the speakers.

In the broadcast studio, announcer Zhao Jing turned off the microphone, rubbed her eyebrows tiredly, and showed slight dark circles under her eyes. Lately, she has been very annoyed, she has not rested well, and her face is always tired. It stands to reason that a young woman should be very happy when her boyfriend who has been with her for many years proposes marriage, but Zhao Jing is full of uncertainty about her future, and some vague signs make her think about whether the man who came to her door with flowers is her own Mr. Right.

Taking a deep breath, rubbing his face vigorously, dyeing his pale face because he hadn't slept well, Zhao Jing opened the door of the small partition in the broadcast studio.

"Huh?"

Outside the door stood a child, carrying a robot toy, looking at him without blinking.

Very cute little boy who looks about six or seven years old. The body does not appear to be very healthy, at first glance it looks thin and slender, and the hair is yellow and sparse, and it looks like it is falling in the wind. The skin on the face, which felt smaller than his palm, was as pale as paper, but it was lined with a pair of crystal black eyes that were getting bigger and bigger, showing a completely different kind of body condition. Because of his light complexion, the small mouth showed a sickly pink, and there was another healthy child who was not fragile and I felt sorry for him. In addition to these, he has some temperaments that even Zhao Jing can't say that other children can't see, like a kind of neurotic and melancholy synthesis beyond age, which you can't forget at first sight.

"Hey, little brother. Zhao Jing squatted down and looked at him with a smile. This little guy is undoubtedly quite cute, with a pair of black jewel-like eyes embedded in the pale little face, and a watery luster like a lost fawn, which makes it easy to have a desire to protect.

"Lost, where is your carriage? I'll send you there. ”

The child tilted his head to look at her and said, "Auntie—"

Zhao Jing's left eyelid jumped, squinted and said, "Call sister~"

"Sister. ”

"Good!"

What could be better than the sweet and glutinous tone of the little doll? No! Zhao Jing began to laugh again: "What's your name? My sister's surname is Zhao, and her name is Zhao Jing." ”

"Yang Jia. I'm six and a half years old. The kid replied sweetly, with a shallow dimple on the right side of his face.

Zhao Jing grabbed him, gently rubbed the sparse yellow hair on the top of his head a few times, and said with a smile: "Is it that you can't find your parents? It's okay, my sister can take you there." Otherwise, I'll broadcast to find someone, my sister's rights in the car are very big~"

Yang Jia shook his head and said, "My sister's voice is very good, so I'm here to tell my sister something." ”

"What?"

Yang Jia Dingqing looked at Zhao Jing, and for a moment, a whisper like a breeze sounded in Zhao Jing's ears, and the sunlight outside the car window suddenly dimmed, making Zhao Jing's hairs rise uncontrollably!

Looking at Yang Jia's pupils that seemed to have become darker, Zhao Jing somehow felt the strange feeling just now deepened.

Yang Jia approached Zhao Jing and whispered in a low voice, and the breath that erupted from his mouth made the skin in Zhao Jing's ears feel a cool chill. Zhao Jing's pupils contracted suddenly, and she heard this little child who was Yang Jia say: "Sister, don't marry! Jiang Zhong is not a good person." ”

In an instant, the temperature around him seemed to drop suddenly. Zhao Jing Huo Ran turned his head and stared at the child in front of him in surprise, seeing the expression on his face and the look in his eyes, it was hard to believe that this child was only six and a half years old!

Subconsciously retreated the face that was approaching, and Zhao Jing asked in disbelief: "Who told you?!Do you know Jiangzhong?"

Yang Jia shook his head and looked out the window. There, a translucent figure floated out of the window, moving with the train. Now, he raised his fingers to his mouth and made a silent motion.

That's Uncle Gan, Yang Jiazhi said. But he also knew that he couldn't say it, because his father said that this would frighten people.

Following Yang Jia's eyes, Zhao Jing also looked out of the car window. The feeling of shade just now is gone, the sun is shining outside the car window, and the scenery is moving backwards.

Obviously, the sun was shining so brightly, but Zhao Jing just felt a chill in her heart, and even the autumn-style railway uniform on her body couldn't resist the cold. There is only sunlight and scenery outside the car window, but through Yang Jia's eyes, Zhao Jing is very sure that there must be something more when he looks at it.

"Do you know Jiang Zhong?" Picking up the little body, Zhao Jing tried to lower her voice and asked softly.

Yang Jia shook his head: "I don't know." No one came to me to say that my sister's voice was very good, and I thought that my sister must be a good person, and only good people have such a good voice, so I wanted to tell my sister myself. ”

Seeing that Zhao Jing's eyes flashed with the same panic as her mother, and there was a panic that suddenly appeared because she said something she shouldn't have said, Yang Jia lowered her head a little sadly: "Hmm...... Sister, I'm in the seventeenth car, the next section, the twenty-sixth sleeper, with my father, can you send me back? ”

Nobody taught him that, and a six-and-a-half-year-old came up to him and said this, how did it feel so weird?

Zhao Jing was in a state of confusion, brushed the messy hair on Yang Jia's forehead, and said, "It's good." ”

Picking up Yang Jia and taking a step, Zhao Jing suddenly remembered the emergency meeting before the departure of this train. There is no other reason, it is because of the seventeenth carriage where Yang Jia is located!

As a veteran railway worker, Zhao Jingzhi said that in most cases, the train used to carry people, except for the section that transports the bags, there are only 16 cars, including the dining car. In special cases, it will be hung with carriages, which generally refers to the Spring Festival or other festivals when the number of passengers surges.

Now, there is no festival and no celebration, but the seventeenth carriage is suddenly added, and the situation is very abnormal. In the previous emergency meeting, Lala said a lot of precautions for the addition of the seventeenth carriage, and summed them up in one sentence: If it is not necessary, you must not disturb the people in the seventeenth carriage.

Thinking of this, Zhao Jing couldn't help but wonder, what kind of passengers were in the seventeenth carriage? If it weren't for a special or important person, there would not have been that urgent meeting. And the child in his arms, Zhao Jing can be sure, it's not that simple! That headless sentence always makes people feel chills in their hearts, revealing a slight fear.

Fang Cai's words that were similar to warnings or prophecies made Zhao Jing vigilant, and at the same time, he was creepy for no reason. Looking at Yang Jia's expression, he must not know his boyfriend Jiang Zhong, but where did those words come from, and what did they refer to? Especially the child's five-second gaze outside the car window made Zhao Jing really believe in an instant that this child's eyes could see something that he couldn't see.

This is really scary!

It's not that I'm afraid of the child, it's not that I'm afraid of things that are unknowable, incomprehensible, but that may really exist.

Suddenly, Zhao Jing couldn't tell what she felt in her heart, and she was confused and hugged Yang Jia to the seventeenth carriage. And Yang Jia stopped talking, cautiously peeking at Zhao Jing, occasionally glancing out of the car window, and quickly retracting his eyes. Between the two people, one big and one small, the atmosphere became solemn.

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