Dreadful Radio Game Chapter 6: Return of the old man (rebuilt, free!)

London, it was raining, and the temperature was only ten degrees Celsius. An old man in a black suit was sitting on a bench. In front of him was the entrance and exit of the railway station. Beside the old man, stood a gentleman. The young man wore an Arsenal jersey and looked a little ignorant and childish. He stood beside the old man without saying a word or even moving.

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

I don’t know how long I have been waiting like this. The old man seemed to wake up from a nap, stretched out his hand and patted the raindrops on his body, and chuckled:

"Kerry, I really hate the **** weather in London."

"It is said that less than 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, "It's a pity."

Kerry shook his head, stretched out his hand and pulled at his jersey, "I am used to wearing a jersey to go out."

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

Many of the fans here are from generation to generation. Grandpa takes his father, and father takes his son to watch the game like this. The three generations of a family’s grandparents are often diehard fans of the same team.

Kerry’s home team is not Arsenal.

"She will pass by here. If you are unsatisfied, you can talk to her." The old man sighed.

"I have nothing to say. When she erased the city, no one dared to leave her behind. After so long, it seems ridiculous that courage does not seem to increase over time or Accumulate."

"Leave her, you can still stay, but the original situation was a bit special."

In the train station, there was the sound of a train coming into the station, but this sound can only be heard by the old and the young, and the rest of the people can't notice the slightest.

The old man stood up, cursed the **** weather in his heart again to the sky, and walked into the train station. Kerry did not follow into the train station, but stood there waiting.

He knew that he was not qualified to face that woman. He could better appreciate the words of the old man before he left. At the beginning, he could keep her, but now, even if he has the courage, he can't do it.

In fact, the reason why he chose to wear Arsenal's jersey to go out is because his home team's home jersey is very similar to Arsenal's jersey style. However, his home team has disappeared with that city. It also disappeared permanently in people's memory and cognition.

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

As a teenager, his thoughts have already drifted past this rain curtain,

In the distance, the sound of the train began to drift away, and the orderly sound that drifted away seemed to stimulate the young man’s eardrums constantly with a sound of mockery,

"Damn it, this **** weather."

The boy raised his head, turned his face to the rain curtain, and let the rain slap on his face.

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The old man who walked into the train station took off his jacket while continuing to dive in. He didn't buy a ticket or went through the security check. He was like a ghost, shuttled in directly, there were many people around, but no one could. See him.

A green-skinned train slowed down a bit when it entered the station. The managers of several railway stations were still standing next to the railroad tracks and chatting, talking to the old-fashioned ones that suddenly appeared around them. The train turned a blind eye.

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

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 seeing a woman sitting alone in the thirteenth carriage.

The woman is dragging her chin with one hand, looking out the window intently. There is a layer of mist on her eyes, not crying and weakness, but a gap.

The eyes are the mirror of the human heart, but her mirror has long been cut off from the world.

"Beautiful lady, it is nice to see you here, please forgive me for visiting."

The old man greeted the woman respectfully.

There was a time when they were also people of the same era, but this woman abruptly passed his generation with that terrible talent at a speed that almost made the old man desperate.

He hasn't gotten on the train yet, but she has already returned by train.

The gap here, now aftertaste, the old man's mouth still has a touch of bitterness.

"Bath, long time no see." The woman spoke, but she still looked out the window and didn't mean to stand up at all.

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

Then,

It's silence.

The woman doesn’t want to say anything,

Old Buss has a lot to say but doesn't know how to speak.

The scenery outside the car window is constantly changing. The speed of this green train also surpasses the description of physical speed, because only a little effort has passed, the old Bass has already seen the Indian market outside the car window This means that the train has already moved from the UK to India in this moment.

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

"Are you going back to China with me?" the woman looked at Old Buss and asked.

Old Buss smiled, not knowing how to answer.

Everyone has her aura. Before entering the train, Old Buss didn’t think that he would be affected by others’ auras, but unfortunately, he was wrong. When he stood here In front of the woman, she was really suppressed by her breath.

She didn't want him to talk too much nonsense, he really couldn't speak.

This woman is really terrible.

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

Old Buss shook his head, just leave it alone.

When the train traversed 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 problem was not a problem, Old Buss finally spoke.

"Quickly," the woman replied.

"Then I won't get out of the car." Old Buss chose a comfortable angle, closed his eyes, and started to doze.

The return of the train means that the time for the train to leave is near. He knew that he would be sent a ticket this time, so Old Buss decided to stay on this train and wait for it again. Departure.

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

"Guests, friends, welcome to Chengdu East Railway Station, please take good care of your luggage and items, and listen carefully to the platform notification..."

Walking out of the platform, outside, the sun is dazzling, the scorching temperature is scorching the ground, and the people who come and go in the sun and the ants crawling on the ground seem to be no different at this time, at least this piece of hot is right All things are fair.

In the crowd outside the platform, there is a middle school student in school uniform standing there, without a drop of sweat on his body, but when passing by him, he can feel a kind of coolness similar to blowing on an air conditioner.

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

The student came over, looked at the woman and smiled: "Sister, I'm back."

"Hmm."

There is not much greeting, but if time goes back two years, this scene can at least look a little warmer on the surface. If time goes back more than ten years, then it is completely sincere. For both parties, They are all equivalent sincere.

Only now, it seems that the distance between the two people is far, and being able to do what it looks like is already the result of the self-restraint of middle school students.

"Jaimemei can't come." The middle school student said, "He is missing."

"Hmm."

The woman and the middle school student walked side by side~IndoMTL.com~ The two of them walked under the scorching sun without calling a car.

"Eldest sister, there is something, I want to confirm with you, and you happened to be back." The middle school student seemed to have plucked up some courage. In fact, he clearly knew that he was not qualified to have an equal conversation with this woman, but some Something, he really needs an exact result.

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

"Is it appropriate for you to do this?" Chenguang's face showed a jealous smile, "At least, we all love you very much and treat you..."

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

"I..."

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

Chenguang is silent, of course he has killed. Within the scope of the broadcast, the audience can kill ordinary people according to some circumstances, as long as they don't do too much.

"So, you still don't need to answer this question, are you right?"

"But people are selfish. I just want to be between our brothers and sisters and your eldest sister..."

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

"What about Jaimemei?" Chenguang put the matter aside and didn't intend to continue talking, so he changed the subject.

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

"It's the eldest sister, you let Jaimemei steal his son."

"His parents stole me."

A smile appeared on the corner of the woman’s mouth,

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

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