Mu Yang kept holding Xia Kejun's hand. After squeezing into the carriage and finding his seat, Mu Yang reluctantly let go of the gentle and jade-like slender hand. Xia Kejun's hand gave Mu Yang the feeling, just like he was touching the white jade of mutton fat made from the safe.

Putting the suitcase on the luggage rack, the two of them sat down, and Xia Kejun found that Mu ** had not brought his luggage. He asked curiously: "Brother Mu, where is your luggage?"

"I don't need to bring my luggage." Mu Yang ignored this, but he had to deal with it like this.

The train was very noisy, it was just an ordinary car, and even the seats were hard wooden seats. Fortunately, it was a short distance, so you could pass after a few hours of patience.

Because there were too many people in the car and the two of them didn't chat, the train slowly drove into the capital.

The two did not leave the train station. Mu Yang planned to buy a ticket and took the bus directly to Zhangjiakou. However, when the two arrived at the ticket gate, they saw a large number of people crowded and arguing at the ticket window, just to squeeze in to the small window.

At this time, another ticket window opened and the person inside shouted: "There are tickets."

Then the crowd burst out with huge energy again, and it made people coax it, and hundreds of people were congested to the newly opened window.

Mu Yang scratched his head a little. This was even more chaotic than the Spring Festival travel rush. Do you have to crowd with them to buy tickets? This is too chaotic and there is no order at all.

There are no signs or instructions, only one row of ticket windows will be opened, and then people will flock to buy tickets, but it is not the train they want to take. You can only know if you ask the ticket seller directly. So even if you try your best to squeeze into the window, you may not necessarily have the ticket for your train. It is really chaotic.

Mu Yang frowned and pulled Xia Kejun aside and said, "You are waiting for me here, I'll think of a solution."

"Well, I'll be waiting for Brother Mu here."

"If, I mean, if I meet a bad person and shout, I will come here."

A smile appeared on Xia Kejun's face: "Okay." Xia Kejun only said one word, but her mind was warm, and she felt like she was cared for like a child, very warm and sweet.

Mu Yang put down his small suitcase and walked straight to the office area.

"Sir, this is an office area, you can't go in at will." Mu Yang was stopped by a security guard. If he hadn't been wearing a suit and dressed as a successful person, the security guard wouldn't have spoken so politely, and he would probably have driven people directly.

"I want to see your webmaster and take me to see him." Mu Yang said in Japanese with a stern face.

The security guard was a little confused and at a loss. However, he didn't understand Japanese, but he could hear that it was Japanese. He did not dare to offend Japanese. He quickly said, "Tai, Taijun, I don't understand what you said."

"Take me to see your webmaster." Mu Yang said in a slightly stiff Chinese. This was what he said deliberately.

"Okay, OK." The security guard led the way and led Mu Yang to the stationmaster's office.

The webmaster was a little fat, but he knew some Japanese, but he still used Chinese to communicate with Mu Yang. He heard that Mu Yang introduced himself as a Japanese magistrate. He wanted to take a bus to Zhangjiakou to take office and needed two tickets for the first-class sleeper car. The fat webmaster did not dare to neglect and quickly ordered someone to pick up the ticket.

After getting the ticket, Mu Yang said, "How much does it cost?"

"No need, Taijun takes the bus, so you still have to pay for it. I wish you a happy journey first." The fat webmaster said with a smile on his face.

"How much does this ticket cost?" Mu Yang asked in a deep voice.

"A ticket costs 20 silver dollars, Japanese yen can be charged without fiat currency." The fat webmaster saw that Mu Yang was not grateful, and quickly replied.

Mu Yang took out his wallet, pulled out 50 yen from it and threw it on the table and said, "You have to remember that in the future, Japanese people will have to pay the bills when they take a bus. This is the rule, do you know?"

"I know, I know." The fat webmaster nodded and bowed to send Mu Yang out of the door. Then he breathed a sigh of relief and said to himself: "The bullshit rules, the Japanese have also told the rules. Today, this Japanese seems to be a place, but he is not young and has become a major at a young age. It seems that he is also a child of a noble family."

Paying the ticket is not because Mu Yang has too much money to spend, but because he feels a little uncomfortable and doesn't want to accept this favor.

Although he could use the Japanese identity, he was also sad for the people of this era. He suddenly realized that if he did not pretend to be a Japanese identity, he could not do anything in this era, even if Europeans were not good at home, it might be apart from Germans and Italians.

Muyang walked towards the place where Xia Kejun stood. In the crowded station, Xia Kejun stood quietly like a blooming lotus, standing quietly without staining external objects.

"Let's go, I've bought the ticket." As he said that, he was about to get the suitcase.

"Brother Mu, I'll take it. You're carrying it all the way." Xia Kejun also bent over to get the suitcase.

Mu Yang took the suitcase into his hand and said with a smile: "Are you still polite to me now? Okay, let's get into the car." As he said that, he naturally took Xia Kejun's hand and walked directly to the back of the train.

This time, Xia Kejun was taken to the point of being held, so he followed Mu Yang obediently. In fact, this was Mu Yang's small trick. First, let the two of them become familiar with each other, so that they can get the distance as soon as possible.

The decoration of the first-class car is obviously much more gorgeous. Ye Shengtao's fairy tale "Mimosa" describes the comfort of the first-class car: "The chair is made of gooseberry. When you sit down, you will stick it tightly and softly, holding you. The window curtain is a whole brocade, and the pattern on it is the handwriting of a famous artist. If you put it off, you can enjoy the painting, and the light in the car is very soft. It's just right for you to sleep for a while and have a nap."

The train carriages in the Republic of China can be divided into third-class and second-class soft seats, but they are not luxurious. The third-class carriage is the ordinary carriage, wooden seats, and there is no facilities. It is not comparable to the first-class carriage. There are carpets, powder rooms, bathrooms, etc. on the floor, and they are all equipped with sleeper cars. Each carriage has special waiters service.

Mu Yang looked at his car number and took Xia Kejun into his sleeper room. At this time, the sleeper room was closed, and the decoration inside was more luxurious and comfortable than the high-speed trains in later generations. No wonder it was only more than 200 kilometers from Beijing to Zhangjiakou, and one person had a 20-silver fee. You should know that at this time, in the Republic of China, a bag of flour was only 3 silver dollars. The taxi of Mu Yang and Xia Kejun was enough for the whole family to eat for several months.

Xia Kejun looked around and said, "It's so beautiful here. This is the first time I've seated such a good car."

"Where did you come to your seat before? It's said that the conditions at your house are good." Mu Yang put down his luggage and said casually.

"At that time, my father also had a monthly salary of 200 yuan, but my father would spend some of it to support poor students and raise a family. Therefore, our family can only be regarded as a well-off family. Such a luxurious carriage can't bear to sit." Xia Kejun said that his expression was a little dim.

"Okay, it's noon now, let's have some food. I'll ask the waiter to bring it to the carriage. What do you think?"

"Okay, I'm really hungry." After saying that, Xia Kejun showed the girl's unique smile.

At this time, the train only served Western food. The two of them ordered very ordinary bread, ham and soup. The best one was a steak, but the taste was much worse than that in the restaurant.

The trains are still parked in the station. Trains delayed in the Republic of China are very common. In addition, it is wartime. If the train can reach its destination smoothly, it will be a good luck.

Seeing that it was still early, Mu Yang said, "What do you want to do in the future?"

"What?" Xia Kejun didn't react when asked.

"I mean, what do you want to do when you take revenge?" Mu Yang asked.

Xia Kejun thought for a while and said softly: "I don't know. What I thought most about before was to avenge my family. As for the future, I haven't thought about it carefully."

"Then what do you like? You can do that in the future."

"I like reading. My father used to teach Chinese. I like literature, especially poetry, prose, and novels."

Mu Yang looked at Xia Kejun's delicate face, no wonder he was so elegant. Now he knew the origin of this temperament.

"You can also try writing poetry, prose, novels, etc."

"I'm afraid I can't do it."

"There is nothing that works. Express your feelings, write what you want to write, and record your life insights and stories. In fact, just write it out."

"But I always feel that my writing style is much different from those masters."

"Writing is practiced. If you read more and write more, you will always have a successful day. Even if you write it just for yourself, and when you are old, you will be a wealth in your life." Mu Yang encouraged.

Xia Kejun looked at Mu Yang with bright eyes and said, "Thank you, Brother Mu."
Chapter completed!