Everyone's been reborn, so who would bother finding a wife on their own?

Chapter 261 Train Stories

The clock tower at the train station points to 3 p.m.

Sunlight streamed through the glass dome, dividing the waiting hall into sections, some bright and some dark.

Song Huan was carrying a woven bag in her left hand, dragging a suitcase in her right hand, and had a backpack on her back.

He walked ahead, taking long strides.

Xiao Yunqing followed behind, carrying only a small pink bag in her hand, bulging and full, with no one knowing what was inside.

"It's all your fault," Song Huan said without turning her head. "You insisted on dragging me to take that photo. We were supposed to have a hard sleeper berth, but now we have standing tickets for 26 hours. You sleep in a sleeper berth, and I stand. You sleep comfortably, while I stand there like an idiot."

Xiao Yunqing followed behind, pouting, "Then you can sleep with me."

Song Huan paused, turned around and glanced at her.

She was wearing a light blue dress, her hair was tied in a ponytail, she had a smile on her face, and her eyes were bright.

He shook his head. "If there weren't no direct flights from Jiangcheng to Nanjiang today, I would have flown there already."

Xiao Yunqing snorted, "You just look down on me."

"You guessed right."

Song Huan ignored her and continued walking, dragging her luggage.

Two families were standing at the entrance of the waiting hall.

Xiao Haifeng was wearing a dark polo shirt, his hands behind his back, and his face was expressionless.

Xu Wan stood next to him, holding a bag filled with water and snacks.

Zhang Xuejuan was standing on the other side, talking to Song Wentao. Song Wentao listened and nodded occasionally.

Seeing the two people approaching, Zhang Xuejuan was the first to go to them.

"It's here, it's here! Let me see!"

She took Xiao Yunqing's hand and looked her up and down. "You look thinner, like you've been back in the countryside for a few days."

Xiao Yunqing laughed, "Auntie, I ate so much, how come I lost weight?"

Zhang Xuejuan smiled and reached out to help her tidy her hair.

Xu Wan walked up and handed the bag in her hand to Xiao Yunqing.

"Eat on the way, don't go hungry."

Xiao Yunqing took it and held it in her arms.

Song Huan stood to the side, watching this scene unfold.

Zhang Xuejuan turned around, walked up to him, and reached out to straighten his collar.

The movements were slow, as if they were doing something delicate.

She turned up her collar and patted the dust off his shoulder.

"Remember to call when you get to school. Don't skimp on food or clothing. Wear more layers when it gets cold, and don't catch a cold. If you do catch a cold, take medicine; don't tough it out."

Song Huan listened without saying a word.

He remembered going to university in his previous life; it was at this very train station, and he saw this same face.

At that time, all he could think about was escaping.

Escape this home, escape this city, escape her endless nagging.

He felt annoyed, suffocated, and thought she understood nothing.

Later he realized that she was the person who understood him best in the world.

He was just too young back then, so young that he thought the whole world was against him.

Song Wentao walked up, didn't say anything, and patted him on the shoulder.

Song Huan looked at him.

My father's hair has turned quite white, especially at his temples.

I hadn't noticed before.

He suddenly felt that, having been reborn, he seemed to have remained unchanged, yet at the same time, everything had changed.

Xiao Yunqing nestled into Xiao Haifeng's arms and wrapped her arms around his neck.

Xiao Haifeng's hand hovered in mid-air for a moment, then landed on her back and patted her.

"Remember to call when you arrive."

His voice was a little hoarse.

"understood."

Xiao Yunqing released her grip and then turned to hug Xu Wan.

"Mom, I'll miss you."

Xu Wan's eyes reddened, and she held her tightly, not letting go.

Xiao Haifeng, standing to the side, couldn't stand it any longer. "Alright, alright, the girl is all grown up now. Let her go out and make her own way in the world."

Despite saying that, he still walked up, pulled Xiao Yunqing out of Xu Wan's arms, and held her hand.

"Once you get to Nanjiang, listen to Song Huan. Don't wander off or go out alone. Call him if anything happens, understand?"

Xiao Yunqing nodded.

Xiao Haifeng then looked at Song Huan, "Little Song, I'm entrusting Yun Qing to you. She's in Nanjiang, so please take good care of her."

Song Huan nodded. "Uncle Xiao, don't worry, I will take good care of her."

Xiao Haifeng turned back and took Xiao Yunqing's hand. "You must stay with him and don't run around on your own. Nanjiang is not like home; you don't know anyone there. I'm worried about you being alone."

Xiao Yunqing glanced at Song Huan, who was standing beside her, looking smug.

She stuck her tongue out at him and turned back.

"Okay, Dad."

We've arrived at the entrance.

Zhang Xuejuan stood outside the yellow line and waved to Song Huan.

"Remember to call when you arrive."

Song Huan nodded and dragged her luggage inside.

Xiao Yunqing followed behind, took a few steps, and then looked back.

Xiao Haifeng and Xu Wan were still standing there, watching her back.

She smiled, turned around, and followed Song Huan.

After passing through the ticket gate, there were many people, jostling and pushing.

Song Huan walked in front, and Xiao Yunqing followed behind.

She watched his retreating figure, then suddenly quickened her pace and walked beside him.

"Song Huan, have you ever ridden a train?"

"I sat here," Song Huan said.

"I've never ridden it before." Her eyes brightened. "Is Nanjiang very far?"

"Um."

How far is it?

"Twenty-six hours."

Xiao Yunqing thought for a moment, "That is indeed quite far."

Song Huan glanced at her.

She didn't look at him, but at the long platform in front of her, where sunlight filtered through the gaps in the roof and fell on the ground in squares.

He thought to himself, "In your past life, you went to study at Peking University, which is twice as far as Nanjiang."

The train is here.

The green train, moving slowly, came from the other end of the track, like a long green worm.

The wheels clanged and clattered as they rolled over the rails.

Song Huan looked at the train, and her legs felt a little weak.

Twenty-six hours.

Standing.

He sighed, picked up his luggage, and got into the car.

The carriage was crowded, and the aisle was packed with people.

Song Huan lifted her luggage above her head, walked through the crowd, and found Xiao Yunqing's berth.

The sleeper car has four berths, upper and lower berths.

Thankfully, there were no old men picking their toes or middle-aged men inside.

There were only a few girls, who also seemed to be going to Nanjiang to study, chatting together.

Song Huan stuffed Xiao Yunqing's suitcase under the bed, put the woven bag on the luggage rack, and placed the schoolbag next to her pillow.

Xiao Yunqing's bed was on the lower bunk, by the window.

Song Huan bent down, spread out the quilt, put clean pillowcases on the pillows, patted them, and put them away.

Several girls watched him bustling around, then glanced at Xiao Yunqing standing to the side doing nothing, and laughed.

"Is this your boyfriend? He's so good to you."

Xiao Yunqing blushed slightly and was about to speak.

Song Huan straightened up, clapped her hands, and said, "No, I'm still single and available."

The girls laughed again, but Xiao Yunqing pouted.

She couldn't smile.

Xiao Yunqing's thoughts drifted over, softly, as if afraid of being overheard.

[Single and available to chat?]

[You try flirting with one.]

[I'll break your legs!]

Song Huan heard this but remained silent.

He straightened the blanket, stood up, and looked at Xiao Yunqing.

"I'm nearby, call me if you need anything."

He paused for a moment, then said, "If there's a pervert, shout it out. But if it's me, don't shout."

Xiao Yunqing glared at him. "Why?"

He laughed, "Because I'm a pervert too, so keep your voice down and don't attract the train police."

Xiao Yunqing was so angry that she hit him, her hand landing on his arm.

"roll."

He walked away with a smile.

After Song Huan left, the girls became bolder.

They gathered around and chatted with Xiao Yunqing.

Ask her her name, which school she goes to, and what she majors in.

The girls were shocked when they found out she was from Tunghai University.

The girls were even more shocked when they learned that Song Huan was from Nanjiang University.

They're all top students!

Xiao Yunqing replied in a disjointed manner, her eyes constantly fixed on the end of the carriage.

"Why didn't your friend buy a ticket with you?" a girl asked.

Xiao Yunqing pursed her lips. "There were no tickets left, so he only bought a standing ticket."

The girls were stunned for a moment. "Standing tickets? That means standing for more than twenty hours."

Xiao Yunqing didn't speak, but leaned out and looked towards the end of the carriage.

He stood there, leaning against the carriage wall, next to a large suitcase and a woven bag.

He had no phone or book in his hand; he just stood there, looking out the window.

Sunlight streamed in through the window, falling on his face and casting his shadow on the ground.

He didn't speak or complain; he just stood there silently.

As Xiao Yunqing watched his retreating figure, she suddenly felt a pang of sadness.

She pulled her head back and rested it on the pillow.

The pillowcase smelled of laundry detergent; he had put it on for her.

She closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembling.