The quick-traveling villain has no way to escape.

In the past, Song Tingyun could not be said to be a child of a wealthy family who was born with a silver spoon in his mouth, but he was also a person who had no shortage of food and clothing since childhood, and did not have to worry about not having enough pocket money.

After getting the system, the worlds he experienced before were basically from well-off families, or they were very rich, and he had not suffered much.

I have never had a concrete understanding of the word poverty.

When he was a child, he heard his parents and grandparents say how poor they were in that era. They didn't dare to add oil when they couldn't afford meat and stir-fry vegetables. During the New Year, when visiting relatives, they would give them 50 cents as a new year's gift.

He also said that in those days, half a pig could get a wife.

Song Tingyun just listened and never felt the kind of poverty, but now he feels it. It turns out that only by experiencing it can he understand how illusory the word "empathy" is.

On this train from south to north, the station where Song Tingyun and Xu Mingli took the train was only a stopping station, not the starting station.

The dilapidated green leather train was full of people. As soon as they entered, there was an unpleasant foot odor mixed with the smell of instant noodles, liquor, and cigarettes. Song Tingyun almost vomited.

Some of these people on the bus were lying down, some were lying on their stomachs, and there were shoes and luggage everywhere.

Song Tingyun held the ticket in his hand, and everything was in Xu Mingli's hand. He struggled through the aisles, trying to find where the seat was.

Fortunately, the time they set out was not during the Spring Festival travel season, so there were not as many people as there were cans of sardines. He and Xu Mingli also bought consecutive seats. The two of them were next to each other, and Xu Mingli was still by the window.

Song Tingyun searched for a long time and finally found the place where the two of them were, but at this time, there was a middle-aged man lying in their place. His shoes were taken off and the smell was so bad that he was sleeping soundly. There was a bottle of white wine on the small table in front of him. , and some peanut shells.

"This..." Song Ting Yunxun couldn't bear it, covering his nose and looking at Xu Mingli with an aggrieved look.

Xu Mingli looked at the shelf where the luggage was placed, stacked the luggage on it, and made a place for the two people's luggage. After everything was done, Xu Mingli pulled Song Tingyun behind him.

He also patted the middle-aged man's calf and said, "Uncle, wake up, this is our place."

The middle-aged man was woken up by Xu Mingli. He looked up and saw two young people. He smacked his lips and sat up in a daze.

Xu Mingli and Song Tingyun were standing nearby. The middle-aged man yawned and put on his shoes. He picked up the liquor on the small table and left. He didn't care about the garbage.

Song Tingyun looked at the messed up seat and complained in his heart.

"You stand aside first and I'll clean it up." Xu Mingli saw Song Tingyun's disgust, "I'll open the window for some ventilation."

As soon as Xu Mingli said to open the window for ventilation, a woman sitting opposite covered her head and shouted.

"Hey, isn't this okay for young people? It's so cold outside that if you open the windows, you'll catch a cold. I'm old now and I'm already dizzy."

This man prevented him from opening the window for ventilation, and Xu Mingli was too embarrassed to argue with the woman.

Song Ting was furious, glanced at the woman and muttered: "The stink of my feet won't even make you dizzy, but the wind will make you dizzy."

Xu Mingli didn't want to argue with others. After all, the same train would take twenty or thirty hours, and he was afraid that Song Tingyun would be uncomfortable. Xu Mingli took out an orange from his pocket that Song's father bought for them before getting on the train, peeled it and handed it to Song Tingyun. .

"Put this next to your nose to make it feel better."

Song Tingyun took the orange and immediately held it up to his nose. Smelling the fragrant and sour orange peel, Song Tingyun felt better.

Xu Mingli put away the peanut shells on the small table and the messy seat that the middle-aged man had just made. After everything was tidied up, Song Tingyun sat down.

Song Tingyun stood beside him the whole time, waiting for Xu Mingli to serve him.

The woman sitting opposite them, who had just shouted that opening the window would make her head dizzy, glanced at them, especially Song Tingyun, who was squinted by her.

"Just like a mother-in-law, she has a lot of troubles."

She mumbled in a low voice, but Song Tingyun didn't really hear it.

Xu Mingli gave Song Tingyun the seat by the window and opened the window a small crack to allow Song Tingyun to breathe.

Song Tingyun sat down and leaned against Xu Mingli, unwilling to move. He couldn't stand this environment and didn't want to stay for a second longer.

But there is no way to avoid the journey of one day and two nights.

They were from the same village and grew up together. Xu Mingli didn't think there was anything wrong with Song Tingyun being so delicate and busy, but instead willingly wanted to take care of and accommodate him.

Along the way, Xu Mingli took care of Song Tingyun so considerately that the woman opposite couldn't help but ask him if Song Tingyun had any intellectual problems. Otherwise, you two are about the same age. Why are you so accommodating to him?

Xu Mingli didn't answer, but was even more kind to Song Tingyun.

When he was tired and sleepy after riding in the car, he lay on the small table and fell asleep uncomfortably. Xu Mingli changed places with Song Tingyun. He sat by the window, and Song Tingyun sat outside, lying on the seat and sleeping with his legs on his head.

The further north the train goes, the colder it gets outside. When it passes the station, the cold wind blows in.

He was wearing new clothes, but he still couldn't withstand the cold in the north. Xu Mingli was afraid that Song Tingyun would freeze, so he spent a lot of money to buy Song Tingyun a hat and scarf at a stall pushed by others on the platform.

One day and two nights have never been so difficult. Xu Mingli's calves were swollen, the circles under his eyes were the lowest, and his beard was sprouting out.

At half past nine in the evening, the train finally arrived at Capital Station.

On a November day, there was heavy snowfall in the capital. The staff at the train station, holding loudspeakers and wearing military coats, shouted to get off at the station.

Song Tingyun followed Xu Mingli and shivered as soon as he got out of the train, his whole body shivering from the cold.

Xu Mingli helped him put on his hat and gloves. His ears and cheeks were so cold that his ears and cheeks were red. When he put the hat on Song Tingyun, his cold fingers touched Song Tingyun's face, which chilled Song Tingyun.

It's not that Song Tingyun couldn't see how Xu Mingli took care of himself along the way. If it weren't for the fact that he was really uncomfortable in this car, he really wanted to ask Xu Mingli.

Are you so kind to me because you want to be good to me from the bottom of your heart, or because your elders told you to take care of me.

"It's okay. After you leave the station, I'll buy you a military coat and wear it. Then you won't be cold anymore." Xu Mingli coaxed and comforted Song Tingyun, fearing that he would be too cold to bear the grievance.

"You are patronizing me, you are not cold." Song Tingyun felt sorry for Xu Mingli's stupidity. He held Xu Mingli's hand and put it to his mouth and breathed in, "My hands were frozen into stone lumps."

As he spoke, he rubbed Xu Mingli's hands, hoping to keep him warm.