Just as Zhuang Zhou took out his lighter and was about to light the cigarette in his mouth, a sweet voice came from the car's stereo.

"Dear passengers, this high-speed high-speed train is a direct train from Shenzhen North to W City. Smoking is prohibited throughout the entire journey. There are smoke sensors on the train. Smoking will trigger an alarm and affect the normal operation of the high-speed high-speed rail -------"

When Zhuang Zhou heard this, he felt happy. Although it was a reminder to stop smoking, he finally heard a sweet human voice.

He took the cigarette off his mouth, but at this moment, Zhuang Zhou suddenly looked at the electronic screen.

A line of text is displayed from left to right: "Passengers with seat number 100f, please do not smoke on the train!"

Zhuang Zhou suddenly shook his head and shuddered.

The first reaction in my mind was: "Monitoring, I am being monitored the whole time!"

Zhuang Zhou couldn't help but look at the brick-shaped mobile phone on the table again, and saw a line of Chinese subtitles brightly lit up on the black screen.

The subtitles are exactly the same as those on the electronic screen in the carriage: "Passengers with seat number 100f, please do not smoke on the train!"

He cursed in a low voice: "My day, my mobile phone was also monitored?!"

It became dark again outside the window, and the high-speed train entered a tunnel again.

Zhuang Zhou quickly looked out the window again, and his eyes happened to meet the bark-like mottled face on the glass.

Zhuang Zhou opened his mouth, inhaling the cold air, but exhaling warm mist, spraying on the glass window, and the old face outside the window began to blur.

At this moment, Zhuang Zhou noticed that the high-speed train had stopped silently.

"Is it stopped in the tunnel?"

But in just a few seconds, the high-speed train started running silently again.

Zhuang Zhou's heart trembled and his face became a little more solemn, feeling that something was about to happen.

The brick-like mobile phone on the table trembled.

Zhuang Zhou looked at it hurriedly and saw a few short words displayed on the black screen.

"This opportunity is in your hands, don't let her take it away!"

Zhuang Zhou was suddenly startled and turned to look out the window. The old face on the glass had disappeared.

When I turned back and looked at the phone again, the words on the screen had disappeared without a trace.

At this moment, I felt that the temperature inside the car suddenly rose a lot.

The air trembled slightly, and at this moment, Zhuang Zhou found a young woman sitting on the seat next to him.

She was wearing a black leather jacket and pants, and her deep cleavage formed a big V. She was sexy, charming, and extremely tempting.

She was looking at Zhuang Zhou with a smile, with a charming look on her face.

The moment Zhuang Zhou saw her charming face, he couldn't help but think of his wife.

He thought to himself: "It looks like she has the charm of a wife!"

"Hello, my name is Mengdie." The woman introduced herself.

Although her voice is very beautiful, it has an indescribable flavor, as old as autumn leaves and as cold as autumn wind.

Zhuang Zhou looked back at her in surprise and did not reply immediately.

Perhaps it was because she was a sexy woman, so even though she suddenly appeared in front of him, he didn't feel panicked.

Or maybe it was because I was already prepared after receiving the prompts on the screen.

But Zhuang Zhou still didn't react for a while because she said she was Mengdie.

The woman who called herself Mengdie didn't hear Zhuang Zhou's answer, so she asked directly: "You are Zhuang Zhou, right?"

Zhuang Zhou looked straight at her with his mouth open, but still didn't reply.

Mengdie smiled and asked: "Zhuang Zhou, are you surprised that my name is also Mengdie, right?"

Zhuang Zhou then smiled bitterly and replied: "Zhuang Zhou, Mengdie, don't you think it's a coincidence?"

She smiled coquettishly and said, "Is it a coincidence? Zhuang Zhou and Meng Die are supposed to be connected together."

Zhuang Zhou didn't say anything, but looked into her eyes silently, thinking of his wife in his mind.

Mengdie continued: "Since you, Zhuang Zhou, are on this high-speed train, I, Mengdie, can also appear here at any time!"

Then, she slowly sang out the original words from "Zhuangzi-Equality of Things".

"In the past, Zhuang Zhou dreamed of butterflies, and they were lifelike butterflies. He described himself as suitable for his will. He didn't know the Zhou Dynasty. Suddenly he realized that he was like a Zhou Dynasty. He didn't know that Zhou's dream was a butterfly, and the butterfly's dream was Zhou Yu. Zhou and the butterfly must be there.

It’s divided. This is called materialization.”

The tone, tone, pauses, cadences, etc. are all perfectly grasped, making her look like a girl studying in a private school in ancient times.

"------"

Zhuang Zhou still didn't say anything, but just stared at her mouth, feeling that those sexy red lips looked like his wife's.

Mengdie glanced at the mobile phone on Zhuang Zhou's desk. There seemed to be a slight greed in her eyes, but also a bit of fear.

Her look in her eyes disappeared in a blink of an eye, but Zhuang Zhou suddenly remembered the reminder on the black screen.

Zhuang Zhou stretched out his hand and grasped the brick-like mobile phone tightly in his hand.

Mengdie's face froze slightly, and she suddenly asked: "Zhuang Zhou, why don't you call your wife Meng Die?"

Zhuang Zhouyi heard this and couldn't help but replied: "There is no power, the phone is turned off."

Mengdie asked: "Weren't you pointing at the electricity just now? Why don't you let me show you if it's broken?"

Zhuang Zhou became alert and recalled the reminder on the black screen: "The opportunity is in your hands, don't let her take it away!"

Thinking of this, Zhuang Zhou grabbed the phone harder and stared at her closely.

Seeing Zhuang Zhou's expression, Mengdie smiled coquettishly: "You treat a broken mobile phone as a treasure, you can try again."

As soon as she finished speaking, Zhuang Zhou's palms trembled, which shocked him.

He quickly looked at the brick-like mobile phone in his hand.

I saw the screen on my phone just lit up, it turned on automatically, and the battery was already full.

Zhuang Zhou turned to look at Mengdie, who had a playful smile on her face.

"you------"

Zhuang Zhou clicked on the phone button, and the first number was his wife Meng Die's number, so he pressed it immediately.

Then, he put the microphone tightly to his ear and listened carefully, while his eyes were carefully staring at Mengdie.

"Let's break up" The ringing bell rings: Give us a hug / Just pretend we've never been together / OK / It's too late to explain ---

The song ended, but no one answered.

Zhuang Zhou then dialed again, and the colorful bell rang again.

At this moment, a mobile phone with a red shell suddenly appeared in Mengdie's palm, and a message came from inside: "Give me a hug / and treat it as if we have never been together / OK / It's too late to explain ---

"The sound of colorful ringtones.

She pressed the answer button, and the ringtone that sounded on Zhuang Zhou's cell phone stopped, and then there was a vibrating sound that the call was connected.

Mengdie smiled tenderly, and then said coquettishly into the microphone of her red mobile phone: "Zhuang Zhou, are you thinking about me?"

Her coquettish voice reached Zhuang Zhou's ears and directly impacted his heart.

Zhuang Zhou tremblingly took the mobile phone from his ear and stared at Mengdie in shock, with a look of disbelief on his face.
Chapter completed!