Anyway, there is no rush, we will talk about it later when we have time.

After hearing Lin Chaoyang's request, Xie Daoyuan hesitated for a few seconds and then agreed.

Another day later, Lin Chaoyang and Lin Erchun boarded the train back to their hometown together.

In the northern land in early March, the spring was cold and the green train was driving slowly on the railway track. It did not have the speedy momentum of later generations of high-speed trains, which made people feel drowsy.

It was already noon when the train passed through Tangshan. After lunch, Lin Erchun planned to go to the toilet and told Lin Chaoyang: "Watch and order some bags."

"Got it." Lin Chaoyang replied without raising his head, holding a copy of Jack London's "South of the Fault" in his hand.

Not long after Lin Erchun went out, a high-pitched voice rang in the distance.

"Catch the thief!"

"Catch the thief!"

Lin Chaoyang and his son were riding in the hard-sleeper carriage. There was a sudden movement in the carriage, and everyone poked their heads out of the sleeper berths.

After waiting for a while, the sound rang a few times and then stopped. I didn't know if the thief had been caught, so everyone couldn't help but be a little more vigilant.

Public security is not good these days, and it is even less safe to go out, let alone take the train. From time to time, you will encounter some thefts and robberies.

At this time Lin Erchun came back from outside and talked about what happened just now.

"It took a long time for the bag to be opened before the old comrade realized that the thief had already gotten out of the car."

"These petty thieves are getting more and more aggressive now!"

The father and son were talking, which attracted the approval of a young man on the lower bunk opposite.

"Isn't that right? During the winter vacation, there was a female student in our house who went out to play during the Chinese New Year. When she came back at night, she was raped by others, and no one was spared."

Lin Erchun and the young man matched up the frequency, and the two of them chatted more and more enthusiastically. They exchanged various public security and criminal cases they had heard about, attracting the attention of people around them.

Lin Chaoyang's eyes were focused on a magazine that the young man placed at hand. The cover of the magazine was simple and had the word "Qigong" written on it.

If he remembered correctly, this magazine should have been launched the year before last.

Qigong!

Lin Chaoyang shook his head helplessly. He seemed to have become more and more popular in the past two years.

I'm afraid it will become more and more popular in the next few years, with countless practitioners ranging from officials and dignitaries to ordinary people.

This thing attracted the attention of the government in the 1950s. It was first used to strengthen the body. Later, the effects became more and more exaggerated and the power became more and more powerful. By the mid-to-late 1980s, it had completely entered the stage of morbid superstition.

In the past, Lin Chaoyang didn't feel much when he stayed in Yanjing City.

This time I went out and finally felt the restless pulse of this era.
Chapter completed!