Of course, the flight information could not be found, because Meng Jianwan was sitting in the waiting room of the crowded train station at this time. She put her suitcase in front of her, supported her hands on the pull rod, stuffed her ears with headphones, and ate with a grilled sausage.

My hometown is a remote place. There is no airport built and the high-speed rail station is far away. Even if you take the train, you have to drive slowly for 11 or 2 hours. Usually you leave the night before, sleep on the train, and arrive the next morning.

Meng Jianwan was already used to it. He originally wanted to buy a soft bedroom and sleep comfortably for one night, but since it was the start of the university season recently, it was difficult to buy tickets, and she bought the tickets temporarily. The sleeper had already sold out, so she had to settle for the second best and bought a hard seat.

When Song Yu heard that she had left, he turned to explain to Xie Yong and left the banquet hall. While walking, he communicated with Zhao Yichen.

"I asked Lao Xu but I didn't find the flight information." Zhao Yichen was incredible, "It's impossible, why can't the information be found? Did she disappear out of thin air?"

Song Yu suspected that he was fooled: "So, where did you get the news?"

Zhao Yichen said: "Meng Jianwan's personal sister said, can there be any fakes? Meng Weixia told her best friend that Meng Jianwan left with her suitcase in the afternoon and packed up a lot of things. She probably had to go far and would not come back for a long time. Her best friend's brother was talking to me about business. People knew that you were chasing Meng Jianwan, so she raised her mouth in front of me."

Song Yu hung up the phone and sent a message to Meng Jianwan. Unexpectedly, after the message was sent, a red exclamation mark popped up in front of it, and the system showed "The message has been sent, but it was rejected by the other party."

He was blocked? When did it happen?

Song Yu said yesterday that he would send a message to Meng Jianwan tonight, but because he was too busy, he didn't bother her. Before he could find her today, she actually blocked him.

Song Yu now believed that what Zhao Yichen said was true, so he quickly sent him a private message: "Since the flight information is not found, it means she did not take the plane, so she went to check the high-speed rail."

Zhao Yichen mocked him: "You need to tell me? I found out a long time ago! Meng Jianwan was taking the train, and I will send you the seats for the train later."

A moment later, Song Yu received detailed information about the ride, which was really a train.

Now that people have found it, Zhao Yichen has time to inquire with Song Yu: "Song Xiaoba, tell me honestly, what did you do to Meng Jianwan? It scared me so much that I bought a station ticket overnight to escape from the imperial capital."

Song Yu: "..."

Meng Jianwan bought a ticket, but can Zhao Yichen not tell lies with his eyes open?

The departure time was 7:05. Song Yu had no time to make jokes with him, so he waved to the hotel waiter and asked someone to send a car to take him to the train station.

Ticket checking started at 6:50. As soon as the ticket checking sign on the LED screen in front came out, passengers taking the train in the waiting hall rushed to the front to line up, clamoring like a pot of boiling water.

Meng Jianwan slowly put away the headphone cable, wrapped it up, stuffed it into his pocket, and stood at the end with his suitcase. He didn't get into the car, and she didn't know what everyone was squeezing.

Passengers checked their tickets to enter the station in turn. Before the train arrived, everyone was waiting on the platform according to their respective car locations.

After a moment, a rumbling sound accompanied by the sound of whistle, the train drove from a distance and stopped steadily. Meng Jianwan was in the No. 13 carriage, still slowly following the crowd.

She was standing back, pushing her suitcase all the way through most of the carriage before finding her seat.

Meng Jianwan was by the window, and next to him was a man in his thirties, wearing a pair of frameless glasses, a sky blue shirt, a hem was tied into his trousers, and a brand new belt was tied around his waist. When he saw such a beautiful girl sitting beside him, the man immediately smiled, tidily tidied up his collar, stroked his hair, and then stood up diligently to give her a seat.

"Your suitcase is very heavy, I'll help you put it on the luggage rack." The man saw the huge silver-white suitcase bent down to take it.

Meng Jianwan reached out to block it and said coldly: "No need."

As she finished speaking, under the man's gaze, she raised her suitcase over her head with her hands and was stuffing it into the luggage rack, and her other hand reached over and placed it on the edge of her suitcase. The hand was fair and skinny, and it looked even colder and more moister against the silver-white suitcase. She wore a ring on her index finger, and the watch on her wrist looked familiar.

Meng Jianwan was stunned for a moment, subconsciously felt that it was unlikely, and then changed his sight. The first thing he saw was the familiar gold-framed glasses.

Song Yu was wearing a burgundy suit, with a blue square scarf tied in his pocket on his chest. Except for the broken hair on his forehead, he exuded a noble temperament in any part of the other, as if he had just come out of a banquet.

In fact, Song Yu rushed to the commercial reception and almost couldn't catch the train.

Meng Jianwan was stunned. She heard a voice in her heart yelling in a collapse: Where did this guy come from?!

Song Yu looked at Meng Jianwan deeply. If he hadn't known her car number and seats in advance and came to him one by one, he might not have recognized her for a while. After all, he remembered that she still had long pink hair.

But he found that Meng Jianwan, who had a black hair, was so good, and wanted to rub her hair...

Song Yu stopped in time, turned his head to look at the stunned man in the aisle, and took out a wrinkled ticket from his pocket: "Sorry, can we change the seat? I want to sit with my girlfriend."

Meng Jianwan glared at him angrily: "Song Yu, what are you talking nonsense?!"

Song Yu can be said to have experienced many battles. In the past, he might have a conditioned reflex when he heard the threat, but now he looks at her, smiles on his lips, and looks like he can beat and scold him.

The man in a blue shirt looked at Meng Jianwan, then Song Yu, and sat on his seat: "This is my seat, why should I give it to you?"

These two people are not boyfriend-girlfriend relationships at first glance. Who doesn’t want to sit next to a beautiful girl? Don’t think that the man in front of you looks so handsome that he can occupy his seat.

Song Yu almost didn't think about it, took out his wallet from his pants pocket, took out five hundred yuan RMB and handed it over: "Can you change a seat with me? My seat is just a few rows in the back, so you don't have to go too far."

The man glanced at the red banknotes in his hand, glared at him with a tough look on his face, and said, "If you change it, change it!"

As he said that, he took the money, fearing that Song Yu would repent, so he picked up the water cup on the table, walked back without looking back, and found the seat that Song Yu said to sit down.

Song Yu pulled the hem of his suit, stood in the aisle, pointed to the seat inside and asked Meng Jianwan: "Don't you sit?"

Meng Jianwan now wants to take out a thousand yuan and ask everyone: Who is willing to change seats with me?

She believed that the girl in this carriage was still very happy, and the boy might be willing to do it too.

But she is a person who loves money as life. She spends money she should spend and saves no penny she should get out of her pocket.

Meng Jianwan was full of resistance and reluctantly sat down beside the window. Song Yu followed her and supported her elbows on the table in front of her, with her fingers pressed against the corner of her forehead, and looked at her with her head.

The train had started, and the scenery on the platform outside the window gradually retreated. It was slow at first, like a slideshow changing scene, but later it retreated faster and faster.

"Song Yu, are you sick? Do you know where I'm going and follow me?" Meng Jianwan turned sideways, and the anger in his eyes surged out, and it was about to spit out. If the car window could be opened, she would probably throw Song Yu away.

"Well, I don't know." Song Yu shook his head, the light and shadow reflected by the golden silk frame flashed, his tone was filled with pampering, and gently fell into her ears, "I will go wherever you go, it's good for us to wander around the world."

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Sister Meng: I feel so tired that I don’t want to talk…

Xiaoba: Hehe, I'm catching the train.
Chapter completed!