In the early morning, the sun shines into the car through the blinds, adding a bit of colorful light and shadow to the car.
There are not many passengers in the soft sleeper carriages, but most of them are from well-off families. Those who can afford soft sleeper tickets are at least middle class. The fare of fifty or sixty yuan will also prohibit ordinary families.
Xu San and the three of them all have the habit of getting up early. After getting up, Kurosaki went out for a walk. Xu San estimated that he went to visit the spot again. As a sniper, he has always been very cautious. It is a habit for him to be familiar with the surrounding terrain every time he goes to a place. Although I had already read it when I got in the car yesterday.
Akagi did not practice boxing, but simply exercised for a while, and then began to read "The Analects of Confucius". He has been reading the Analects of Confucius since yesterday, and it can be seen from the notes he took from time to time that he read it very carefully.
The solid wood soft bed and solid wood coffee table are luxurious, but the cold-toned decoration still makes people feel aggrieved and depressing.
Xu San flipped through a few pages and then threw it aside. It didn't look good. Except for the books of a few big names during this period, the books written by others were all white and plain. It was really not good to read.
The heating is sufficient, and most of the guests have changed into light clothes, but no matter how light they are, they are at least decent, because after all, this is not their home. However, there are exceptions. For example, a strange passenger wearing flowery pants and a big T-shirt appeared in soft sleeper No. 1.
The cross-era dress naturally attracted attention, so a middle-aged man wearing a long gown and glasses came over to lecture Xu San, saying that he was not dressed appropriately, with his chest and legs exposed, etc.
Although Xu San is from China, he only understood half of what he said.
I got tired of hearing it and shouted: "Baga!" to scare it away.
Seeing the middle-aged man slumping into the box, Xu San thought to himself, "What about your literary character? Why don't you continue talking?"
The annoying duck left, and Xu San sat by the window and admired the scenery outside. Perhaps because of the higher latitude, the land outside the window seemed a lot more desolate, and most of it was still gray and lifeless.
There are still many gun towers and strongholds along the way, like ownerless graves, dotted with the sadness of this era.
"Mr. Edogawa's dress is really unique. Compared with yesterday, Mr. today is much more relaxed." A crisp voice rang in my ears, standard Japanese, clear enunciation like a voice actor, plus The last fragrant breeze blew slightly, and Xu San knew it was Zhang Fengling even without turning around.
"Just feel free to wear whatever you want. It's uncomfortable to wear too many clothes."
"Can I sit here?" Zhang Fengling walked to the low stool opposite Xu San and asked.
"Okay, Miss Zhang, just do whatever you want." Xu San turned to Zhang Fengling and said.
Putting down the low stool, Zhang Fengling sat across from Xu San, then took out her cigarette case and took out a cigarette: "Do you mind?"
"Mind you! No smoking in public places!"
Zhang Fengling was a little confused and didn't know why Xu San said this.
Xu San saw Zhang Fengling's doubts and smiled slightly, "I was joking just now. What I meant was that Miss Zhang should stop smoking when relatives come over these days, and smoking is not good for the skin." Xu San said and used He pinched his face with his hands.
After pinching it twice, I felt that my face was quite rough and not very convincing.
"What you said makes sense, sir, just listen to him." Zhang Fengling put away the cigarette case as she spoke.
"Are you very stressed? Do you need to smoke to relieve yourself?" Xu San asked.
Zhang Fengling nodded slightly and said with embarrassment: "It's true. It's been less than a year since I took over the job of housekeeper, and I'm still confused about many things. And I'm a woman, so I don't obey others, and many people don't listen to me."
Women are inherently disadvantaged in this era. It is not easy to be a manager. Moreover, it is a big industry like the Ji family. Xu San doesn't know what to say. He can only tell her to take her time and use her abilities to accumulate credibility. Just take it slow. .
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When the two of them talked about the terminal, Zhang Fengling asked, "Why are you going to Yanjing, sir? Is there any news?"
"The Master said: It cannot be said." Xu San said a sentence in Chinese.
Zhang Zhangfengling was slightly stunned by Xu San who suddenly changed the channel. Then he heard Xu San continue to say in Chinese: "The secret must not be leaked."
"I didn't expect that Mr. Huaxia is a master, and he even knows how to play Zen." Zhang Fengling also replied in Chinese.
"I just don't want to say it, because I think it's a little more mysterious to say it in Chinese." Xu San slightly changed back to Japanese because she thought Zhang Fengling's Japanese was good.
Zhang Fengling was a little unhappy with Xu San who frequently changed channels, so she smiled playfully, with a hint of threat in her tone: "Even my partner has to hide it, don't you want to cooperate with the Ji family? "
Xu San didn't take it seriously, but waved to Fengling.
Zhang Fengling understood, stood up, and walked up to Xu San, ready to listen.
Reaching out to brush aside her hanging hair, a burst of floral fragrance floated into his nostrils, and then Xu San said softly: "Okay, who made us our future partners? In fact, it's not a big deal, it's just hearsay. A few days ago, I met a Taoist priest in the countryside, and he said that a general will fall in the capital in the next few days."
Zhang Fengling was shocked when she heard Xu San's mysterious words.
General star?
What is a general?
Why did the old Taoist say that?
Why is it in the countryside?
And which country is this general from?
Is it from China?
Or Japanese?
Putting down the surprise and uneasiness in her heart, Zhang Fengling returned to her seat and asked in a low voice: "Which general can that Taoist be?"
Xu San shook his head.
Zhang Fengling continued to ask: "Is there a specific time?"
Xu San pondered for a moment, "In the year of Gengchen, the month of Longji is Mao, and the day is Renxu."
"Then..." Zhang Fengling counted on her fingers, and then exclaimed, "Isn't that just three days from now!"
Xu San stretched out his hand to signal Zhang Fengling not to make a fuss. It was just the fall of a star, it was no big deal, and for such a good thing, one must buy 10,000 rings to celebrate.
Zhang Fengling was also skeptical about this matter, because it was widely spread in China that Taoist priests spied on heavenly secrets, but she had never encountered it before.
Xu San's words were definitely not made out of thin air.
Because it was true that a Japanese major general died in the Yanjing Mainland General Hospital three days later. Because the way he died was so bizarre, he was remembered by Xu Sanji.
When he saw the cause of the major general's death, he was really frightened.
It turns out that athlete's foot can really kill people.
Of course, Xu San would not explain these things that really happened in history.
Maybe it's because what Xu San said is true and has noses and eyes. Now Zhang Fengling really believes it, but he won't believe it all because he knows Xu San's true identity is not a reporter.
"Ah~·~·" A woman's exclamation came from the box not far away.
Hearing this exclamation, Xu San immediately stood up and rushed out, because the room where the sound came from was the little rich woman's box.
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