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Xiaoman and the others did not return to the research institute, so they stayed with Zhang Lei in the hospital for two days. On the third day, I boarded the train directly accompanied by two guards from the hospital.
Xiaoman only knew that they were going to the border, but she didn't know which direction they were going to. This time I bought sleeper tickets, and five people sat opposite each other on the lower berth of the carriage.
When the remaining passenger who bought a ticket for the upper berth came over, he saw that the five people sitting across from him all had serious faces, including two soldiers who were tall and tall. He took a step back and checked his ticket again, then reluctantly threw the salute onto the upper bunk.
Xiaoman glanced at the ticket information on the passenger's ticket without leaving any trace, and confirmed that the direction of their train was heading north. Xiaoman felt certain that the northern border city of Beijiang was exactly where the war would break out in a year or two. Xiao Man intuitively felt that their trip to the border would be related to the war in a few years. When asked why she had this intuition, Xiao Man thought it could be explained by the attraction between the time traveler and the main plot.
"Xiao Man." Teacher Zhao greeted in a low voice.
"What's wrong, teacher?"
The passengers in the upper bunk went to other carriages to find friends. Wang Shan went to fetch water and buy lunch boxes with two soldiers, and only Teacher Zhao and Xiaoman were left in the box. Xiao Man was sitting by the window looking at the scenery outside the car window boredly. When he heard the teacher calling him, he thought something was wrong.
"When you called me that day to tell me about Zhang Lei's injury, did you make the call alone outside the hospital?" Teacher Zhao asked.
Xiaoman felt nervous when he heard this and nodded, "Yes, teacher, I took the phone call when I went out to buy food."
Teacher Zhao looked at her and said nothing. Xiao Man bit his lip and asked, "Teacher, shouldn't I be on the phone alone?"
"It's nothing," Teacher Zhao shook his head, "You were quite impatient at the time, so this matter will be over. But you must remember not to act alone in the future. This is not good for you."
"I understand, teacher." Xiaoman nodded vigorously, feeling very guilty for deceiving his respected teacher. I secretly swore that I would never do such a thing again. It would be easy to get into trouble without telling me and I would be frightened.
The train traveled all night, and when I woke up, the scenery outside the window already had a winter atmosphere.
"Xiao Man, the next stop is your home, City A." Wang Shan whispered in Xiao Man's ear.
Xiao Man couldn’t wait to lift the bed curtain on the car window and looked outside without blinking. She had only taken a train to leave home once before when she went to University O. Everything outside was unfamiliar to her, and she didn't even know when the train entered the boundaries of City A. But when the train stopped at the station and I looked at the sign of City A station, I remembered the scene of Father Gu sending her off to college with a salute on his shoulders.
The enamel washbasin she brought from home is still in the dormitory of O University, and the new cotton quilt is still on her bunk. Now in her duffel bag, there are only a few thick clothes that she brought out originally.
Xiaoman blinked and stared at the stop sign of City A until he could no longer see it.
Teacher Zhao patted her shoulder, and Xiao Man turned back and smiled at the teacher. She has only been away from home for seven months now. Back then, Teacher Zhao left his wife and children for more than seven years for research. Now the teacher is seventy years old. He has just returned to the institute from the desert and has to go to the northern border again within a few days. Thinking of Xiaoman, she couldn't help but feel a little distressed. She couldn't bear the intensity of the work, and the teacher had to take them here and there at such an old age.
Xiaoman’s hometown is less than four hours away from Beijiang City by train. When the train stopped at this station, which is now the northernmost station in China, it had already snowed outside, and everything was covered with a light white coat.
The two guards took out three military coats from their luggage and handed them to them. Xiaoman felt that this style didn't look very good, but he couldn't resist the cold outside, so he could only reluctantly take it and put it on. As a result, after putting it on, the coat reached past her ankles, and she had no problem wrapping another one underneath it.
"" Xiaoman looked at the guard who handed her the clothes, expressing her doubts with her eyes.
The guard, who seldom spoke, said awkwardly: "Ahem, this number belongs to Zhang Lei."
"Let's change clothes." Wang Shan smiled at her funny look, took off his military coat and gave it back to Xiao Man.
?????????????????? When Xiaoman puts on Wang Shan’s one, although it’s still too big, at least it doesn’t look so funny. And Wang Shan can still hold up wearing Zhang Lei's clothes.
We got on the jeep that came to pick them up and drove north for another two hours, finally arriving at the border defense camp in Beijiang City.
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Xiaoman looked at Mr. An speechlessly. He spoke not only in Chinese but also in an authentic local accent.
"Can Mr. An still speak Chinese?" Wang Shan asked, expressing the confusion of everyone in the room.
"Hey, of course I can." Political Commissar Zhang smiled and touched Mr. An. When Mr. An opened his mouth again, he became fluent in Chinese.
Mr. An walked up to Xiaoman and communicated with her in M ??Chinese, and occasionally uttered a few slang words. The country where Xiaoman studied in the past spoke the same language as the Chinese language in this world, so he answered Mr. An's question without any pressure.
"No problem, she is absolutely fine." Mr. An said happily: "She talks like a native of Country M, and those from Country N will never see any flaws."
With Mr. An’s approval, others have more confidence in Xiaoman.
"This," Political Commissar Zhang pointed to the young soldier behind him, "a soldier in our army speaks Chinese with a very good standard. By the way, his name is Yan Yi." (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel. com