It was time to change trains. Wei Curcuma carried his somewhat miserable luggage and shuttled through an unfamiliar city, feeling a little at a loss.
The air is very good, with plenty of fresh water vapor, and the sky is blue and pleasant, with an extremely refreshing light blue. I don't know if it is an illusion, but even the white clouds are a bit whiter.
All this is due to the fact that it is located in the northeast of the country's mainland but is surrounded by the sea on three sides, which brings air and climate that the locals are proud of. Wei Curcuma also praised it in the crowd.
But the most realistic problem now is not the so-called climate, nor the so-called crisp autumn air, but a more realistic problem.
Wei Curcuma was lost.
There is no platform in this city that is written on the last ticket.
He has asked no less than seven or eight passers-by since he entered the train station, and everyone's answers are specious. He can't find it at all on the station navigation screen on the other side. He is about to miss the departure time written on it. Wei Curcuma couldn't help but feel angry and anxious.
"Isn't this a prank? I wrote the departure time and terminal station, but not where to check in!"
Wei Zeshu held the quaint train ticket in his hand and saw that the time was getting closer and closer to the line of departure on it. He decided to be a doctor, and angrily pulled his suitcase and got into the nearest waiting room. .
I don't believe you can still build a site by yourself.
Wei Zeshu's inner courage gradually evaporated as he waited longer and longer on the platform. From the corner of his eye, he looked at the high-speed rail tickets in the hands of other passengers and compared them with the one in his own hand. The more he looked at it, the more he felt guilty.
To be honest, if anyone’s ticket is beautiful, it must be my own. It also has a nice hot stamping on it, but compared with other people’s tickets, it looks more and more fake...
"It's not like I haven't seen it before, Harriet. Platform nine and three-quarters, right? This isn't King's Cross Station in London, England... this is Shahekou Railway Station!"
Wei Zeshu kicked his suitcase angrily and looked up at the platform where people were coming and going. The words "Shahekou Railway Station" were written on it in strong and simple red Chinese characters in a standard font. No matter how you looked at it, it couldn't be A mysterious place like King's Cross Station.
Wei Curcuma waited for time to pass little by little, and his courage and patience also ran out little by little.
He looked at the ticket and admission notice in his hand, as well as the bright red ribbon sandwiched between them, and he really began to wonder if he would miss out on that world because of the nonsense reason for missing school because he couldn't find the station.
Theoretically speaking, such nonsense would not happen, so Wei Curse simply gave up thinking and quietly waited for the departure time to arrive.
The minute hand of a simple and pure black large clock with a white background is ticking, hanging at the highest point of the waiting room. When the train station was just completed, this large quartz watch was a fashionable and rare item, but now it seems that it is not available when everyone has a mobile phone. It is needed to tell the time to passengers waiting for the bus, so it is hung high as a symbol.
The minute hand rotated and reached the direction of twelve o'clock. The hour hand jumped one space and suddenly became quiet.
Following this eerie silence, the largest mechanical floppy train timetable under the clock suddenly seemed to be blown by a strong wind, and the black blades with white letters printed on them rotated uniformly and rapidly.
Countless characters flashed rapidly, accompanied by continuous clattering sounds. Finally, all the leaves, every row and column, stopped on a pure black blank page, clearing all the train numbers, and they all returned as if the station was closed. The original pure black.
The sound of a piece of plastic blade flipping is short and small, but what if hundreds of thousands of blades flip together?
It was like the wind blowing through the leaves in the forest, and the sound of rustling was like wind and waves. The whole waiting hall suddenly became quiet. Such sounds brought small echoes, waves after waves. Come.
This mechanically flipped train timetable is very rare and has long been replaced by a more modern LED screen. Only here, on this platform, is it preserved. Perhaps it has been preserved through hundreds of years of history just for this moment?
In Wei Zeshu's shocked eyes, the pure black cards began to flip again from tranquility, but this time only the first one took action.
K00001 train ticket gate A1
K00001 train ticket gate A2
K00001 train ticket gate B1
...........
The train numbers in each row have been replaced by train K00001, and the ticket gates are all open from A1 to G4.
In other words, the entire train station, no, all the ticket gates, all the platforms, all the entrances, all the train tracks, were all opened at this moment by Wei Zeshu alone.
