The next morning, the trees, Joe Hui, Guxi and Houjin boarded a train to Xijiang Province.

Ouhai Jun was running out of time, did not choose a train, but booked a ticket for the next day, and could arrive a day earlier than them.

The trees can't make planes, Joe Hui, so they train with the trees. The train sped up in two years, but from Yanjing City to the distant province of Xijiang, it was still more than forty hours away, and they got on at over 11: 00 a.m. and arrived at 89: 00 a.m. on the third day.

Luckily, it's not the peak of travel, and they all get sleeping tickets.

To comfort Joe Hui with the trees is to say: "Sleep is it. ”

Not so fast, two days, who can sleep day and night?

Especially in Joe Hui's heart, he always felt that his son was dead, and his brother, who had lost his way but could not find him, and whether his eldest son could forgive her.

These things lay in Joe Huixin's heart, and he couldn't say anything.

Especially with regard to Yunting, at home, she told the trees every time that the trees bit Yunting to death.

On the first day, they were all worried, lying on the bunk, not sleeping.

In the evening, almost all were sleepy. Both the trees and Joe Hye slept together. Instead, Guxi and Hou Jin were very careful. We agreed to rotate to the trees to guard the night. Neither of them slept well.

The train was in progress, and the next morning, Joe Hui's phone rang.

She picked up her phone and then looked ugly. She hung up the phone and turned it off. She ran to her bunk and she was supposed to be crying.

That's when the wooden phone rang. She glanced at the number she had never saved and picked it up.

“Are you Comrade Wood? Today in Baiyun Mountain, there is a memorial service for Yunting Martyrs. Do you need us to pick you up for your presence?” It's a strange voice. It's supposed to be from the military.

Wood clicked and hung up the phone, then learned Joe Hui's appearance and shut it down.

Today is Yunting's memorial service. She and Joe Hui, one of Yunting's wives and one of Yunting's mothers, didn't even attend!

They just don't want to explain it to anyone.

The trees didn't want to pretend to be sad, and she couldn't act sadly if she was alive.

And Joe Hui was so sad that he couldn't stand the scene, let alone show everyone his sadness.

Wood didn't know what to say to comfort Joe Hui. He could only sit by the window and look out the window at the different scenery.

I used to do trains with Yunting, and the trees always thought the trains were quick and enjoyable.

Now she suddenly finds the journey so boring and so long.

Lying on the bunk reminds me of the clouds.

Leaning on the window to see the scenery also reminds me of the clouds.

She still remembers Yun Ting, even if it was just passing the Chinese lunch box.

The two words have infiltrated every drip of her life, like two drops of water fused together and can no longer be separated from each other.

The trees didn't want to drive Yunting out of her mind, because at least she had this memory, and it wouldn't be boring to lie with her eyes closed, but it would remind her of their happy time on the train together.

The trees touched the stomach again, as if the stomach was not angry at all. The previous day, there was another holiday, and I was not pregnant.

Why can't she get pregnant when she's working so hard with Yunting? Is it really because she's wooded and has a different body structure than the average person?