Muyang held Xiaokejuns hand all the way, and only let go of that warm and jade-like slender hand with some reluctance after squeezing into the carriage and finding his seat. The feeling of Xiaokejuns hand in Muyangs was like touching the sheep fat white jade he had taken out of the safe.

  Put the suitcase on the luggage rack, and the two sat down. Xia Kejun only discovered that Mu didnt bring any luggage, curiously asking: "Brother Mu, where is your luggage?"

  "I dont need to bring luggage." Muyang glossed over this point, but could only cope with it in this way.

  The train is very noisy, this is just an ordinary carriage, even the seats are hard wooden seats. Fortunately, its a short distance, and I can tolerate it for a few hours.

  Because there were too many people on the train and it was too chaotic, the two of them didnt chat, and the train slowly chugged into Beijing.

  The two did not leave the train station, Mu Yang planned to buy a ticket and take the train directly to Zhangjiakou. However, when they arrived at the ticket counter, they saw a large crowd of people crowded in front of the small window, scrambling to squeeze in.

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

  Then the crowd erupted again with tremendous energy, and in an instant, hundreds of people rushed to the newly opened window.

  Mu Yang watched with some dismay, this was even more chaotic than the Spring Festival rush. Was he supposed to go squeeze in and buy tickets with them? This was too messy, there wasnt a shred of order.

  No signs, no instructions, a row of ticket windows with only one open, and people would rush to buy tickets, but not for the train they wanted, unless you asked the ticket seller directly. Even if you managed to squeeze to the window using all your strength, there was no guarantee that there were tickets available for your desired train. It was chaotic to a certain extent.

  Muyang furrowed his brow and pulled Xia Kejun aside, saying: "You wait here for me, Ill go think of a solution."

  "En, Ill wait for Brother Mo here."

  "If Im saying if you meet a bad person, shout loudly, Ill rush over."

  Xia Kejuns face burst into a smile: "Good." Xia Kejun only said one word, but in her heart, it was warm and cozy, with a childlike feeling of being pampered, very warm and sweet.

  Muyang put down his small suitcase and walked directly towards the office area.

  "Sir, this is an office area and you cant just go in." Mu Yang was stopped by a security guard. If he wasnt wearing a suit and looking like a successful person, the guard wouldnt have spoken so politely and would have probably chased him away directly.

  "I want to see your stationmaster, take me to him." Murai said in Japanese with a stern face.

  At that time, the security guard was a bit confused and at a loss for what to do. Although he didnt understand Japanese, he could tell it was Japanese being spoken, and when it came to Japanese people, he didnt dare offend them. He hastily said: "Lady, I dont understand what youre saying."

  "Take me to see your stationmaster." Murong said in slightly stiff Mandarin, which was intentional.

  "Alright, alright." The security guard led the way in front, bringing Mu Yang to the stationmasters office.

  The stationmaster was slightly fat, but he understood some Japanese. However, when communicating with Muyang, they still used Chinese. It is said that Muyang introduced himself as a lieutenant in the Japanese army and needed to take a train to Zhangjiakou for his new post. He required two first-class sleeper tickets. The stationmaster didnt dare to be slow and quickly ordered someone to fetch the tickets.

  "How much?"

  "No need, Mr. Tai is taking a car, so theres no need to spend money, first of all, I wish you a pleasant journey." The fat stationmaster said with a forced smile on his face.

  "How much is this ticket?" Murong asked in a low voice.

  "One ticket is 20 silver coins, Japanese currency can be exchanged for French currency without any extra charge." The fat station master replied hastily seeing that Mu Yang didnt understand.

  Muyang took out his wallet, pulled out 50 yen and threw it on the table, saying: "You have to remember that in the future, Japanese people also pay when taking a taxi, this is the rule, do you understand?"

  "Alright, alright." The fat stationmaster nodded and bowed as he saw off Mu Yang. Only then did he let out a sigh of relief and muttered to himself: "Damn rules, the Japanese still observe rules, but this Japanese guy seems like an exception, however, his rank is not low, at such a young age hes already become a lieutenant commander, looks like hes also from a noble family."

  Paying for the taxi fare has nothing to do with having too much money and nowhere to spend it, in fact he just feels a bit uncomfortable inside and doesnt want to owe this person a favor.

  He took advantage of being Japanese, although he could get through unimpeded, but also felt sad for the citizens of this era. He suddenly realized that if he didnt pretend to be Japanese, he couldnt do anything in this era, even Europeans wouldnt work at home, except maybe Germans and Italians.

  Muyang walked towards the place where Xia Kejun was standing, in the crowded station, Xia Kejun stood quietly like a blooming lotus flower, calmly and solemnly unmoved by external things.

  "Lets go, Ive bought the tickets." He said, and then went to get his luggage.

  "Brother Mu, let me take it instead. Youve been carrying it all the way." Xia Kejun also bent down to pick up the suitcase.

  Mu Yang took the suitcase and smiled, saying: "Are you still being polite to me? Alright, lets get on the train." As he spoke, he naturally took Xia Kejuns hand and headed towards the rear of the train.

  This time Xia Kejun was pulled by the hand, and naturally became a lot more docile, following Mu Yang forward very obediently. In fact, this was also one of Mu Yangs small tactics, first letting the two people get familiar with each other, so that they could quickly narrow the distance between them.

  The decoration of the first-class carriage is much more luxurious. Ye Shengtaos fairy tale "Shy Grass" describes the comfort of the first-class car: "The chair is covered with velvet, and when you sit down, it fits snugly around your body, soft and fluffy, holding you up. The window curtain is a whole piece of brocade, and the pattern on it is the handwriting of a famous artist. When you put it down, you can admire the famous painting, and the light in the car is very soft. If you want to take a nap, its just right."

  The train compartments of the Republic of China can be divided into three classes. The second-class soft seats are not luxurious, while the third-class is an ordinary compartment with wooden seat chairs and no facilities at all. In contrast, the first-class compartments have carpets on the floor, a dressing room, a bathroom, and other amenities, and each compartment has a sleeping berth. Each compartment also has its own dedicated attendant service.

  Mu Yang took a look at his own compartment number and led Xia Kejun into his sleeping quarters. At this time, the sleeping quarters were all enclosed, and the interior decoration was more luxurious and comfortable than the high-speed trains of later generations. No wonder the distance from Beijing to Zhangjiakou was only over 200 kilometers, but one person had to pay 20 silver dollars for the fare. To know that at this time in the Republic of China, a bag of flour cost only 3 silver dollars, Mu Yang and Xia Kejuns fares were enough for a family to eat for several months.

  Xia Kejun looked around and said: "This is really beautiful, Ive never sat in such a good carriage before."

  "Where did you come from before? Your familys condition isnt bad either." Murong said casually as he put down his luggage.

  "At that time, my father also had a monthly salary of 200 yuan, but he would take out part of it to support poor students and raise a family, so our household could only be considered as a small well-off family. Such a luxurious carriage, we couldnt afford to sit in." Xia Kejun said, his expression becoming somewhat gloomy again.

  "Alright, its also noon now, lets have something to eat. Ill ask the waiter to bring some food to our compartment, what do you think?"

  "Alright, Im actually a bit hungry." After saying that, Xia Kejun revealed a smile unique to girls.

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

  The train is still stopped at the station, and its very common for trains to be late in the Republic of China. Moreover, during wartime, if a train can arrive at its destination smoothly, thats already considered good luck.

  "Its still early, lets talk about what you want to do in the future?"

  "What?" Xia Kejun was asked and didnt react for a moment.

  "I mean, after youve avenged yourself, what do you want to do?" Mu Yang asked.

  Xia Kejun thought for a moment and said softly: "I dont know either, what I wanted most before was to avenge my family, as for later, I havent thought about it carefully."

  "Whats your hobby? Maybe you can do something related in the future."

  "I like reading books, my father used to be a professor of Chinese literature, Im more interested in literary works, especially poetry and prose."

  Mu Yang looked at Xia Kejuns delicate face and couldnt help but think that it was no wonder she had such a refined temperament, now he finally knew where this temperament came from.

  "You can also try writing your own poetry, prose and so on."

  "Im afraid I wont be able to do it."

  "Theres nothing that cant be done, express your own feelings, write what you want to write, record your life insights and stories, actually as long as its written down its fine."

  "But I always feel that my writing is far inferior to those of the great masters."

  "Writing skills are honed through practice, the more you read and write, the sooner youll succeed. Even if its just for your own eyes, when youre old and look back on what youve written, it will be a treasure of your life." Murong encouraged.

  Xia Kejuns bright eyes looked at Mu Yang and said, "Thank you, Brother Mu."

  This "thank you" actually includes her gratitude for Mu Yangs encouragement, as well as her appreciation for his guidance. Xia Ke Jun is a clever girl who knows that Mu Yang is intentionally guiding her. Mu Yang had originally said that people dont need to live in the pain of their past, and that one must take charge of their own life.