Terror broadcast

In London, it was raining lightly and the temperature was only a dozen degrees. An old man in a black suit was sitting on a bench. In front of him was the entrance and exit of the train station. Next to the old man, stood a gentle young man wearing a black suit. The one wearing Arsenal's jersey looked a bit ignorant and childish. He stood beside the old man without saying a word or even moving.

An old man and a young man, like two sculptures, stand here quietly.

I don’t know how long I waited like this, but the old man seemed to wake up from his nap, reached out and patted the raindrops on his body, and chuckled:

"Kerry, I really hate this damn weather in London."

"It is said that half of China is very hot now." The young man called "Kerry" by the old man answered.

"I remember you were not an Arsenal fan before." The old man joked, "What a pity."

Kerry shook his head, reached out and tugged at his jersey, "I'm used to wearing jerseys when going out."

The UK is a country with a strong football atmosphere, with many teams that have been established for more than a century. After the era of the Seven Sisters of Serie A ended, the Premier League has become the league with the highest commercial value for many years.

Many fans here come from generation to generation. Grandpas take their fathers, and fathers take their sons to watch football games. Often three generations of a family are die-hard fans of the same team.

And Kerry's home team is not Arsenal.

"She will pass by here. If you are dissatisfied with anything, you can go and tell her." The old man sighed.

"I have nothing to say. When she wiped out that city, no one dared to come out and leave her behind. After such a long time, it is ridiculous to say that courage does not seem to increase or accumulate as time goes by."

"It's still possible to keep her, but the circumstances were a little special."

In the train station, there was the sound of a train entering the station, but only the old man and the young man could hear this sound, and no one else could detect it at all.

The old man stood up, looked at the sky and cursed the damn weather in his heart again, and walked into the train station. Kerry did not follow him into the train station, but still stood there waiting.

He knew that he was not qualified to face that woman. He could better appreciate the old man's words before leaving. He could have kept her at first, but now, even if he had the courage, he could not do it.

In fact, another reason why he chose to wear Arsenal's jersey when going out was that his home team's home jersey was very similar in style to Arsenal's jersey. However, his home team has disappeared forever with the disappearance of that city. in people's memory and cognition.

Kerry sat down on the bench where the old man had been sitting. People were coming and going around him. Many people were curious about this young man who came out wearing a jersey but sat alone on a bench in the rain.

As for the young man, his thoughts had already drifted past this rain curtain.

In the distance, the sound of the train began to fade away, and the orderly sound that gradually faded away seemed to be a mockery that kept irritating the young man's eardrums.

"Damn it, this damn weather."

The young man raised his head and faced the rain curtain, letting the rain hit his face.

……………………

The old man walked into the train station and took off his coat while continuing to go deeper. He did not buy a ticket or go through the security check. He walked directly in like a ghost. There were many people around, but no one could see him.

A green train slowed down a bit as it entered the station. Several train station managers were still standing by the tracks chatting, completely turning a blind eye to the sudden appearance of old-fashioned trains that looked like they were from the last century. .

The coat was lifted on his arm. The old man adjusted his white shirt with his other hand, and then took a step forward. The train did not stop and the door did not open, but the old man still entered the train directly. .

This is a very deserted train,

There is no flight attendant, no driver, and only one passenger.

The old man walked through several carriages before he saw a woman sitting alone in carriage No. 13.

The woman dragged her chin with one hand and was looking out the window intently. There was a layer of mist in her eyes, but it was not crying and weakness, but a barrier.

Eyes are the mirror of the human heart, but her mirror has long been isolated from the world.

"Beautiful lady, it's a pleasure to see you here, please forgive me for my presumptuous visit."

The old man greeted the woman respectfully.

Once upon a time, they were also members of the same generation, but this woman relied on her terrifying talent to surpass his generation at a speed that almost made the old man despair.

Before he could get on the train, she had already returned by train.

There is a difference, and now when I think about it, there is still a touch of bitterness in the old man's mouth.

"Bass, long time no see." The woman spoke, but she was still looking out the window with no intention of standing up.

"You still remember me." The old man named Bass sat down on the seat opposite the woman.

Then,

Just silence.

Women don’t want to say anything,

And old Bass had a lot to say but didn't know how to say it.

The scenery outside the car window is constantly changing. The speed of this green leather train also exceeds the description of physical speed, because only a little while ago, Old Bass has already seen the Indian market outside the car window. It means that the train has traveled from England to India in this moment.

After a while, it was already covered with snow outside the window.

"Are you going back to China with me?" the woman asked, looking at Old Bass.

Old Bass smiled and didn't know how to answer.

Everyone has his or her own aura. Before entering the train, Old Bass did not think that he would be affected by other people's auras. But unfortunately, he was wrong. When he stood in front of this woman , I was really suppressed by this woman's aura.

She didn't want him to talk too much and he would really be speechless.

This woman is really terrible.

Finally, Chinese plaques began to appear outside the train windows.

Old Bass shook his head and simply stopped asking.

When the train crossed the mountains of Xichuan and entered the center of the basin, the woman stood up and walked to the door.

"When will this train leave?" It seemed that as the woman was about to get off the train and it seemed that this question was not a problem, Old Bass finally spoke.

"Soon," the woman replied.

"Then I won't get out of the car." Old Bass chose a comfortable angle, closed his eyes, and began to take a nap.

The return of the train meant that the time for the train to leave again was approaching. He knew that he would definitely be issued a ticket this time, so Old Bass simply planned to stay on the train and wait for it to leave again.

The woman didn't say anything, she just leaned forward and walked out of the car.

“Dear passengers, you are welcome to Chengdu East Railway Station. Please take good care of your luggage and listen carefully to platform announcements…………”

After walking out of the platform, outside, the sun was dazzling, and the scorching temperature was scorching the earth. However, there seemed to be no difference between the people coming and going under the sun and the ants crawling on the ground. At least this scorching heat was for everything. , is fair.

Among the crowd outside the platform, there stood a middle school student in school uniform. The student stood there without a drop of sweat on his body. On the contrary, when he passed by, he could feel a coolness similar to the air conditioner.

The woman stopped and looked at the student in front of her.

The student came over, looked at the woman and said with a smile: "Sister, you are back."

"Um."

There are not many pleasantries, but if the time goes back two years, this scene can at least look warmer on the surface. If the time goes back more than ten years, it will be completely sincere and equal to both parties. of sincerity.

It's just that now, it seems that the distance between the two people is already very far. Being able to look like they are on the surface is already the result of self-restraint among middle school students.

"Jaimeimei can't come," the middle school student said, "He's missing."

"Um."

The woman and the middle school student were walking side by side. The two of them didn't call for a taxi, they just walked under the scorching sun.

"Sister, there is something I want to confirm with you. It just so happens that you are back." The middle school student seemed to muster up some courage. In fact, he knew clearly that he was not qualified to talk to this woman on an equal footing, but there were some things that he A definite result is really needed.

"No need to ask, what you think is right." The woman seemed very happy, but she seemed to want to save herself this trouble.

"Is it appropriate for you to do this?" A sly smile appeared on Chen Guang's face, "At least, we all love you and treat you..."

"Have you ever killed anyone?" the woman suddenly asked.

"I…………"

"Not the audience in the story world, but ordinary people in the real world." The woman continued.

Chen Guang was silent. Of course he had killed. Within the scope allowed by the broadcast, listeners could kill ordinary people according to certain circumstances, as long as they didn't go too far.

"So, your question still doesn't need an answer. Are you right?"

"But people are all selfish. Now I just think about the relationship between us brothers and sisters and you, eldest sister..."

"You also said that people are selfish." The woman interrupted Chen Guang again.

"What about Haimeimei?" Chen Guang put that matter aside and didn't intend to continue talking, so he changed the topic.

"He won't die, because that person can't get out. As long as he can't get out, no one will be willing to kill for him." The woman said very calmly.

"Sister, you let Haimeimei steal his son."

"His parents also stole me."

A smile appeared at the corner of the woman's mouth,

"Look, you asked the same nonsense question as before."