Chapter 2: Northern Xinjiang, the northernmost province of China, is far from the hinterland of the Central Plains. Since ancient times, there have been frequent disturbances and wars. Until modern times, with the development of transportation, the government's control over the area has gradually strengthened, and the area has gradually settled down.
Beijiang Railway Station.
"The K101 train for Qinchuan has already arrived, please check in by passengers on this train."
In the waiting room, the young man with some messy hair stood up, carrying a shabby backpack behind him, and went to the ticket gate. If there was a strong mercenary here, he would surely be able to recognize the young man at a glance, the legend of mercenary, the king.
The crowded crowd, like a wave, rushed through the ticket gate towards the platform. After a short wait, there was a long whistle in the distance.
Crossing the narrow carriage, the king found his own berth, the lower berth on the left.
Looking through the window at the busy travelers outside, the king's mind was in a trance. It seemed that at this moment, he had flown to the city thousands of miles away, and even more seemed to have traveled through time and space and returned to the past.
For five years, for five years, he never set foot on this land again. For him, the familiar city became so remote and strange from the day he left.
He can't remember how many times he stood under the stars and looked east.
Maybe I wasn't too young or too reckless at first, but now I'm still here in Qinchuan, living a quiet life.
Five years of drifting, walking between the narrow gap of death, in the most difficult time, he had regretted for the original ignorance, but since the mistakes have been cast, it can not be turned back, even after five years, he did not think that he would be able to come back one day.
So that when he received a call from home, the man told him that his charges had been cancelled and that he could return home, he could not respond, even thought he was dreaming.
The train whistle sounded again, waking him up from his memory.
Look out of the window, and when you turn to the front, you see a clear outline.
It was a twenty-four-five-year-old woman, with long black hair, fair skin and a long coat. Although she was not a perfect woman, she was absolutely a beautiful woman. She sat there quietly, looking through the books in her hands, giving a quiet and elegant feeling.
It seems to feel the king's eyes. The woman raises her head and their eyes touch each other. In a moment, the woman lowers her head again and continues to read the thick book in her hand.
It's thousands of kilometers from northern Xinjiang to Qinchuan, and the train has a long journey of nearly two days.
In the course of more than a day's journey, the woman across the street spent most of her time reading books. From the beginning to the end, she did not say a word to the monarch. In several eye contacts, the monarch read more of that kind of conflict and alert from her eyes.
After a long journey, most of the journey has been completed. The world outside the window is already dark. In another six hours, the train will arrive at the terminal of Qinchuan Railway Station.
The King lay flat on the bunk, closed his eyes and looked calm. There was a sparse voice in his ear. Then a sound of footsteps came from near to far. I think it was the woman with high face and fingers who went to the toilet.
After about a minute or so, the sound of women's footsteps reappeared in their ears, and finally stopped in the middle of their bunks.
But when the woman arrived at the berth, she did not go back to her berth, but stood there all the time and did not know what she was doing. Although the king heard this, he did not take it seriously.
More than a minute later, the woman suddenly gathered up and pushed him gently with her hand.
He opened his eyes and looked at the woman, only to find that the woman clenched her lower lip and the shine in her eyes shook as if there were some hesitation in her heart.
"What's the matter?" The King sat up and asked.
The woman stood there, her beautiful long hair spread, her lower lip clenched, trying to say something, but she refused to open her mouth.
Looking at the woman's appearance, the king frowned. In the past day or so, although he did not say a word to the woman, he could also see that the woman belonged to that kind of cold beauty, if not encounter any trouble, he was afraid that he would not find himself.
"Did you have any trouble?" The king was patient, and then asked.
This time, the woman seemed to have made a decision, grabbed her fist gently and nodded slightly.
"You... Can you accompany me? I'll go to the toilet. There may be bad people there." Women's words, low as mosquito voice, when it comes to the last time, the white cheeks, has been a blush.
When he heard the woman's words, the king was a little stunned, but then nodded and got up and took his berth.
Seeing the king coming down from the berth, the woman's face relaxed a little, but she stopped talking, bowed her head and walked towards the toilet.
Because it's late at night, the train