luck on thursday

Lin Qingyang understood exactly what he was referring to, and his friend asked him how to pay off the debt, and... to collect enough tuition to go back to school.

Wyatt lowered his shoulders in frustration. He once boasted that he would collect tuition fees for Lin Qingyang, but he failed: "Otherwise, I will give you the money I collected earlier, and you will use the money to pay off part of the debt?"

"No."

As expected, Lin Qingyang refused, Wyatt was just about to complain about how his friend is so pedantic, and we will talk about money later, only to see Lin Qingyang put down the glass of Coke and showed a small smile.

"Don't worry about me," he thought for a while, "I'll go north tomorrow to another place."

It turned out that at the time of the funeral, his father's elder brother found him, hoping to let him follow him and go northward to make money together. My cousin had already contacted the factory there. After half a year of shrinking clothes and dieting, I can basically pay off the debt.

After hearing this, Wyatt was taken aback suddenly: "You have to leave tomorrow?"

Lin Qingyang nodded: "I have already bought a train ticket for 'Polaris', the train will take tomorrow afternoon."

Wyatt was a little speechless when he heard this, and he finally spoke up after a while: "'North Star'?! That green leather train that even birds can run faster than it? Then you won't have to bump around for a long time!"

So what can we do, who calls it the cheapest.Lin Qingyang spread her hands helplessly.

The greased paper wrapping the hamburger was crushed into balls and stuffed into the trash can.

The young people walked out of the hamburger restaurant one after the other. The sky was a little dark. Lin Qingyang took a look in the direction of his home and found that there were far fewer people going in and out, and only a few gold diggers were left eager to find something unusual. .

"How would you like to come to my house tonight?"

Wyatt knew his friend's temper, but this might be the last time they met recently, so he had to send out an invitation: "You have to leave tomorrow, maybe it will be difficult to see you in the future."

"No, I'll go back to school after the debt is paid off." Lin Qingyang smiled and punched him on the shoulder, hesitated for a moment, but still didn't agree to his invitation, he looked down at his toes, lowered his head Said in a low voice, "I still want to sleep in my own room, even if it doesn't belong to me tomorrow."

Wyatt stopped insisting and patted Lin Qingyang on the shoulder. The two were relatively silent for a while, and Wyatt sighed: "Take care."

The next day the train whistled, and in the corner of the station, young friends were still talking.

The announcement at the station sounded, urging the passengers to quickly find the corresponding platform. Passengers with large and small luggage hurried past them, and had no time to look at the two.

Lin Qingyang dug out a dilapidated black bag from the corner of his home, which contained his ID card and other documents that he must never lose, a little dry food and water, to ensure that he would not need to buy a train during the long train journey Things on the menu - too expensive.

Wyatt patted his bag, and his eyes fell on a small opening on the side of the bag: "This bag is all broken, it's not very safe to carry."

Lin Qingyang didn't pay attention to the small movements of his hands, and said with a smile: "I will try my best to watch it. It is because this bag is relatively broken, so it was not searched away yesterday. Fortunately."

"What about the ID cards?"

"It's sewn in the corner of the mezzanine, and it will never be lost."

Lin Qingyang patted the back of the bag, and suddenly touched a hard object with her fingers.But he didn't think much, because there was a long whistle in the distance, and the train was coming from a distance, slowly slowing down.

Lin Qingyang stood at the train gate, waving to a friend not far away.The paint-peeled train rumbled, and a few white smoke barely came out, the track trembled slightly, and the people on the platform became smaller and smaller, gradually disappearing from sight.

Lin Qingyang was carrying his bag on one shoulder, standing on the aisle of the train, the ground under his feet was still bumping and shaking, and the crowd passed by him, dazed and disorderly.The station is slowly leaving, and the train is slowly increasing its speed, heading from the noisy city to the vast mountains.

His cousin said to let him stay in his compartment first, and he would come to meet him later.

Lin Qingyang grasped the strap of the bag tightly with one hand, took out the ticket from his pocket, went back and forth several times, and finally found the compartment he was supposed to stay in. Unexpectedly, there were other people sitting in it.

He didn't intend to disturb others, so he closed the carriage door softly, sat on the other side of the man, relaxed his shoulders, put down the backpack, and stuffed it into the corner behind him.

Everything is ready, everything is on the right track, Lin Qingyang breathed a sigh of relief, and took out the mobile phone from his pocket. Just when he was about to use the mobile phone to pass some time, he suddenly found that the battery of the mobile phone was not too much, so he had to put it back in his pocket angrily. , looked up, and found that the person opposite was looking at him with focused eyes.

This sight was obviously terrifying, Lin Qingyang couldn't ignore it, and asked a little awkwardly: "Good afternoon, sir."

The man on the opposite side is a bit difficult to approach at first glance. He is wearing a dark camel hair coat, with a shirt and vest neatly inside, and a tie neatly; his pupils are light in color, the corners of his eyes are raised, and his face is handsome. , but also reveals a taste of indifference.

Lin Qingyang originally didn't intend to have any contact with such a person, even if it's a traveling companion for a few hours, it's not so embarrassing to be alone alone than two people who are silent.

But the other party looked at him like this, which still made Lin Qingyang's back shudder.

The other party seemed to see his embarrassment before realizing his faux pas.

He withdrew his eyes, pursed his lips slightly, and when he smiled, the inhuman look just now completely disappeared.

"Sorry, you look... like a friend of mine." He bowed his head slightly, formally apologizing, "Forgive my faux pas."

Lin Qingyang is even more restless now, he has never accepted other people's apologies, let alone this, he seems to be a gentleman who is not of the same class as him at all: "It's okay, I also..."

What about him?

Suddenly stuck, I don't know what to say.

The other party took the initiative to chat: "My name is Louis Wilfred. I have some business to discuss in Maremma."

The unfamiliarity of the initial meeting gradually dissipated, and it was a good intention to see each other, probably because I also wanted to find someone to chat with to pass this time.Lin Qingyang put her hands on her lap politely, and replied, "I'm Joe Lunn, I'm going to..."

How about going to work?

He stopped talking suddenly, not knowing how to continue.Usually at his age, he is still studying in school, but he is sitting on the train going north, carrying a dilapidated bag, which inevitably makes people daydream.

Fortunately, this gentleman was considerate enough. After he paused for two seconds, he realized that the topic was not suitable to continue, and cleverly turned to the other side: "I guess, you haven't been to Maremma?"

Lin Qingyang nodded gratefully, and continued following his topic: "I haven't been there before. I was busy with my studies before. However, I heard from others that Maremma is a very traditional place, where cowboys and horses are abundant. Wide pastures..."

"Yes," Louis agreed with him, "it can be regarded as the birthplace of the earliest cowboys in the west. I am going this time to discuss a horse business. There is a large ranch there, and their horses have foals. Very nice variety."

The chat was very pleasant. They talked about the field from the knowledge in the book. Louis also described to Lin Qingyang the vineyards and olive groves near Maremma. During the peak season, the farmers hired more people to pick the fruit; Ranchers need to ask workers to pour milk into round wooden barrels and stir vigorously so that it can be fermented into cheese later.

Lin Qingyang sighed in admiration, and the young man who had never seen the world was captured by the scene described in Louis's words: "It sounds so pleasant, and I want to go and see it one day."

"Of course, you can also ask the rancher if they can give you a pony to ride."

The two looked at each other and smiled, the atmosphere was as familiar as old friends who have known each other for many years, eager and intimate, until someone opened the door of the carriage roughly and sat down next to Lin Qingyang.

The conversation was interrupted, Lin Qingyang subconsciously fell silent, seeing that he knew the person coming, he went up to say hello cautiously: "Cousin."

"This broken car is so slow," my cousin complained, looking him up and down, seeing that Lin Qingyang's eyes were clear, and although the clothes on her body were a bit old, they were neat and clean, and she was quite satisfied, "I just came to see you. Joe, you stay here Don't run around here, get out of the car after a while, follow me closely, and I will take you to the boss."

Lin Qingyang paused for a moment, and Mr. Wilfred, who had just met him, didn't move at all, so he lowered his eyes and obediently responded: "Okay, I'll stay here."

The man ripped his clothes, muttered something, opened the car door and left.

The cold wind outside the car door suddenly poured in, Lin Qingyang shivered a little, and as the car door closed, the inside became warm again.

He didn't dare to look at the reaction of the passengers in the same compartment, so Louis stood up and went out for a while, and when he came back, he held two disposable paper cups in his hand, he put one of the cups in front of Lin Qingyang, and made a please gesture: "Little Mr. Lunn, I think you need some warm water."

Only then did Lin Qingyang slow down, took the paper cup, and thanked: "Thank you very much."