Knocking on the door of Pupil Art in Yuanshen

Boom! Boom!

The train is still traveling through the territory of Xinzhou. In half an hour, it will completely enter the territory of Soviet Russia. There are many countries that have joined the Soviet Union. The flag of the sickle and wheat ears has attracted many young people to throw their lives and blood for it.

But these are all things of the past, the blood of the Republic has gone cold, and even the blood of socialism is no longer flowing in the veins of its leaders.

When saying this, Florent looked helpless and sad.

Perhaps there are many Soviet aristocrats like Florent who want to save this declining republic, but they are all obviously excluded from the political center of the country.

As Florent said, this is the second time he has returned to Moscow as an adult, because the last time he went back, he expressed his opposition to certain decisions of the current leader.

After Florent got on the train, he no longer acted as a guide, but as a conductor.

Each carriage of this mysterious train has six compartments. Each compartment is enclosed and has light-transmitting windows. It is no different from a modern train, except that it has extra doors, and the key is in the hands of the residents.

Unfortunately, there are two people in each compartment. Zhao Yue, who is alone, can only accept the treatment of carpooling with others. However, what is even more unfortunate is that the person staying with him seems to be the daughter of a certain family.

Miss.

Xia Wei leaned against the window and looked at the wild scenery outside the window with great interest.

Cows and sheep can be seen in the windblown grass, which is a real scene here. In addition, there are sea-blue lakes, sparkling under the eyes.

"Why are you going to Russia?" she asked softly, her voice as clear and crisp as silver beads falling from a jade plate.

She turned her head, her eyes were warm, as if they were hiding lingering waves, her bangs were left on her forehead, and her long black hair was as delicate as silk.

The round face has some baby fat, the face is as bright as the bright moon in the sky, and the small tiger teeth are exposed when smiling.

Her forearm, which she rested on the window sill, was well-proportioned, and her young body actually looked slender and slender.

The concept of beauty seems to have been born because of her, she is like Vienna.

It is unimaginable that she is about the same age as Zhaoyue, but she is already so beautiful. Her smooth calves are exposed under the pleated white dress, and she is shaking unsteadily by the bed. She is as precious as mutton-fat jade.

mellow.

Zhaoyue's face is also very good-looking, but he is more of a puddle-like deep and quiet temperament that makes people ignore his appearance involuntarily.

"To participate in a project," he replied casually, without even thinking about it. Anyone who could board this train must at least be a noble from an aristocratic family, and there is no one in the noble family who is not a mixed race.

"About the "Dragon" project?" A hint of uneasiness flashed across her eyebrows, but her expression soon returned to normal.

"I'm going to school for further studies. My family wants me to learn how to be a dignified lady." She seemed a little helpless and took a small breath.

"..." Zhaoyue didn't answer her words, but she wasn't annoyed either and happily jumped into the next topic.

"Where are you from? I'm from the Imperial Capital."

"..." Facing her big, dazzling eyes, he had no choice but to reply helplessly, "Gusu City."

"Wow, is it paradise on earth?" She seemed to be yearning for it, "I was sent here before I even had time to go. I really envy you..."

Seeing that Zhaoyue still had no intention of paying attention to her, she wisely stopped nagging.

She continued to look up out of the window, while Zhaoyue continued to read his "delta plan instruction manual"

"It's lunch time, do you want anything to eat?" She jumped out of bed, put on her leather boots, and asked, holding on to the door frame.

"...No, I'm not hungry."

"..." Xia Wei's eyebrows arched, with a motherly look in her eyes, "You won't be able to find a girlfriend like this."

"..." He lowered his head and looked at the book without replying.

"..." She opened the door and walked out. She seemed to sigh leisurely before leaving, with a hint of pity in her eyes.

"..." After she left for a while, Zhaoyue closed the book and got out of bed.

Are all Chinese girls thinking about this kind of thing nowadays?

Lock the door of the compartment with the key. Xia Wei has the key with her to ensure that no one else is allowed in.

He was following the direction of the dining car. The dining car was in the middle of the train, and his and Xia Wei's carriage was at the end of the train. It was the fourth car from the bottom. To get to the dining car, he had to pass through five or six carriages, more than thirty compartments, and more than seventy people in between.

.

Although according to Florent's point of view, this train is generally not full of guests. Many guests have received invitations, but often do not come back to ride, so there must be vacancies for more than seventy people.

A drunken man bumped into Zhao Yue. His force was so heavy that he seemed to be running and knocked Zhao Yue out of her body.

However, as soon as he started, he felt as if he had hit a telephone pole. Not only did Zhaoyue not roll over, he himself fell down due to the force of the recoil.

Before Zhaoyue could go and clean up, two men dressed as flight attendants quickly ran over from the direction the drunkard came from and picked him up.

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry. I didn't pay attention when we were docking, and let this lunatic sneak in." A flight attendant apologized, and kept gesturing to his companions to get the drunkard away.

He muttered like a drunkard that I'm not drunk, while shaking his hands and struggling, but his face turned red, and spittle flew from his mouth when he spoke, so he was obviously very drunk.

When this dramatic scene was over, Zhaoyue opened her palms, and there was a roll of crumpled paper lying there, with red-dyed fonts faintly revealed.

"..." He looked around. The compartment doors were all closed, there was no sound in his ears, and there was no one in the empty corridor.

Now...isn't it lunch time?

Zhaoyue woke up suddenly and strode towards the direction of the dining car.

It has been more than half an hour since Xia Wei left. Every carriage on this train has a common passageway, with only one crossing from east to west, except for the conductor's cabin at the end.

The only places to hide are the conductor's room at the front, the conductor's room, and the public toilets in each car along the way.

As he gradually quickened his pace, the environment of the dining car appeared in his eyes, which was similar to the booths of a coffee shop. He glanced over and saw that there were blond foreigners and Chinese with black hair and black eyes, all dressed more seriously, like him

Someone wearing casual clothes like this is an outlier.

He searched, gradually becoming anxious, and suddenly a call came from his ears, causing him to stop in his tracks.

"This way!" The white and tender arms waved gently, and there was still a touch of cream on the face of its little master.

"The cream cake here is really good, want to try it?" She pushed another cream cake on the plate over and asked with a tilted head.

Seeing her heartless look, the anxiety in Zhaoyue's heart was suddenly extinguished, and she didn't know whether to cry or laugh.

After a while, he suddenly realized why he was so worried. He was obviously a passerby who had only been with him for one night.