"Passengers going to the platform of Line 8, please prepare. The train is about to arrive at the transfer platform. Please be careful of the gap between the train and the platform."
The high-speed scrapped train slowed down slowly until it stopped at the edge of the platform. The yellow lights of the carriage flashed, accompanied by the sound of sirens. The doors opened quickly amidst the sound of mechanical knocks. Perhaps due to age and disrepair, the door panels were retracted into the car body. Unrelenting, a loud and worrying collision sound was made, making people worry that if the platform stopped a few more times, the door would collapse.
When the train arrived at the station, Lin Nian walked to the open door of the carriage and looked out. Instead of walking out, he looked back at Elena who was lying on the cold bench with her palms raised and playing with her fingers.
The blond girl didn't seem to want to talk to Lin Nian. After playing with her, she rolled up the hair hanging down by her side and wrapped it around her fingers, then rolled it up and loosened it. After the ends of her hair became curved, she changed to another strand of hair and continued to repeat this. If there was no conductor to drive her off the train, she could lie here and entertain herself all day long.
"Don't you want to say something?" Lin Nian asked, looking at her who was obviously angry.
After coming out of Line 4, she has always looked like this. She would appear next to him from time to time. Then she would not speak or act like she usually did. She would just squat in a corner or sit in a corner. She was just minding her own business, occasionally glancing at him, and when he glanced back, he averted his eyes, saying nothing, but it seemed that he had said everything.
Of course Lin Nian knew why she was like this. He didn't want to say anything about the non-contradiction that made the two of them temporarily unhappy, because he felt that no matter how much he said, it would be nonsense. Everything doesn’t necessarily need to be explained clearly, and he’s not a three-year-old, so why should he ask for an “explanation”?
"You really don't want to say anything? Is this the case?" Lin Nian asked, pointing to the situation outside the carriage.
He stood at the door of the train and refused to go out. The door of the train did not close. The yellow light alarm kept blaring. He did not get off the train. The subway seemed to be stuck here, and everyone was just wasting away. Whoever dares to scare the child first.
The blonde girl didn't reply. She twisted on the chair and adjusted to a more comfortable position. She continued to play with her beautiful and smooth hair. Her delicate nose twitched and she hummed "Rolling in the Deep". The "Explicit" version.
Who knows how she hummed the song to let people know whether it was the "Clean" version or the "Explicit" version? Anyway, she succeeded in letting Lin Nian get the meaning.
Mandy Gonzalez sings "Someone like you," Lin Nian listens to "Don't You Remember," and she hums "Rolling in the Deep," and everyone has a bright future.
Lin Nian stared at Yelena who was leaning sideways and squinted his eyes. Psychologically speaking, turning your back to someone is a strong body signal that expresses dissatisfaction and alienation. This guy seems to be serious. In the past, this guy made trouble When he is in a mood, he always picks unimportant moments, but this time, with an arrow on the string, hengdao immediately started making a fuss at the stall, which really caught him a bit...unprepared.
He pondered for a moment, thought about it, turned to look outside the door and said expressionlessly, "Su Xiaoqiang wouldn't be like this."
...You are so fucked.
Although no one actually uttered this vulgar curse word, Lin Nian clearly felt the resentment that was about to burst out the moment his words fell.
He turned around to see if she had reacted, but at a glance he saw the girl with her back to him raising her hand and raising her slender white middle finger, showing him the highest courtesy in the world of contempt.
"..." Lin Nian knew that there was no hope for this guy now, and he could only face the strange scene in front of him alone.
He sighed inaudibly and turned his gaze to the outside of the carriage again. What he saw was not the old and dilapidated platform as usual. On the contrary, the platform outside the door was quite clean and fashionable, and the tiles on the floor seemed to be new. It is stuck on, reflecting the clean and white light, and the surface has been dragged by the cleaners so that it can illuminate the bottom of the girl's skirt.
On the contrary, this platform is bound to not be desolate and deserted, it is simply a sea of people! A large number of office workers and students are wandering on the platform, the sound of crowds resounds throughout the space, and the fiery "anger" can be heard in one breath. It dilutes the original silence and desolation in the Nibelung, giving people the illusion that there is another world outside the carriage door!
Lin Nian observed that the passers-by who were coming and going on the platform did not seem to notice that this subway train that had not kept up with the times was parked on the platform. He stood at the open door of the carriage for a while, and there was not even a single person there. Looking up at him, it seemed that no one could see him, he was in a bubble.
So is he a bubble, or is what he sees an illusion? Or are they just like the moon in the mirror?
Lin Nian didn't know this. Some things must be seen with one's own eyes and touched with one's own hands to be convinced.
He stopped paying attention to the grumpy blonde girl behind him and stepped out of the carriage. After stepping onto the yellow blind line, the people waiting for the train on the platform suddenly rushed towards him and shunted away from him. He got into the car behind him.
Standing in the crowd, Lin Nian looked back and found that the old train he had taken when he came had disappeared. Instead, parked next to the platform was a brand new, all-white subway train with lines on the front. As sharp as a bullet, it is different from the old-fashioned iron train. The materials used are steel, aluminum alloy, and carbon fiber composite materials. It is beautiful and advanced.
Lin Nian was very sure that he got off the train, but when he looked up at the electronic screen high on the platform, it showed that the train's terminal station was Babaoshan and the next stop was CBD. It was obvious that this had already happened. Not the Nibelungen he knew, but... the coastal city where he had lived for decades.
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"What?"
Lin Nian stood in front of the subway route map posted on the wall. His dazed and frowning expression was reflected in the glass. Countless people passed by behind him. Occasionally, a few young girls dressed as students caught a glimpse of standing in front of the subway line. Lin Nian blushed and whispered, seeming to be irritating his honey friend who came forward to strike up a conversation.
Judging from the subway line, this was indeed the coastal city he recognized, his hometown, but he did not believe that he could take a train from the north to the southern border coast in Nibelungen. This was a subway. It's not a high-speed maglev train, which can't take him across half of China in a short period of time.
Moreover, after Lin Nian walked into the platform, he observed countless interesting details in less than thirty seconds.
First of all, the styles of mobile phones in everyone's hands have become unfamiliar. Those LCD-screen mobile phones are by no means the iPhone series. They are much more advanced and beautiful than the flagship Apple models that Lin Nian knows. His amazing eyesight can catch a glimpse of those phones. The logo on the back of the phone was a brand symbol he had never seen before.
Secondly, most people's clothes and grooming gave him a more fashionable feeling, as if this was New York: a hipster mecca like Williamsburg. He even saw many boys and girls with dreadlocks. This was clearly the United States. The products of black culture can be seen in this small border town (from the perspective of second- or third-tier cities in 2011, it is indeed rare to see the popular products of black American culture).
In the end, the most decisive factor is time.
Lin Nian glanced sideways at the timetable on the electronic screen directly above the platform service platform. It clearly reminded that the current Beijing time is: May 12, 2021, 13:10:53.32.
The world 10 years from now.
"Hey! Yelena!" Lin Nian shouted the blond girl's name loudly.
All that came to my ears was the noisy flow of people on the subway, the constant beeping sound of credit cards being swiped at the gate, and the yawning security inspector at the security checkpoint who scanned the metal detector perfunctorily over the passengers, and the alarm sounded continuously.
He touched his pocket and took out his mobile phone. It was still the iPhone 5. It was originally a relatively high-end mobile phone model, but now compared with the overall standard of the platform, it is not even as good as the old man who keeps cleaning the corner. A no-name machine making strange short videos!
Lin Nian glanced at the signal in the upper right corner of the phone. Surprisingly, it was full. He opened the phone book and found Lu Mingfei's number and dialed it. Their phone cards all had long-distance roaming enabled, but the call charges were higher. It would be great if we can get through it.
He was actually prepared that the call would not go through, but what he didn't expect was that after waiting for more than ten seconds, the other party actually connected the call!
"Hello? Who is this?" the person on the other end of the phone asked. His voice was a little lazy, with a sense of decline and decadence, but more of a feeling of exhaustion. He had the feeling of a migrant worker after a day at work with every word he said. The smell of pressure.
"Lu Mingfei?" Lin Nian didn't think he would mistake Lu Mingfei's voice. It was Lu Mingfei who answered the phone, but he caught the unfamiliarity of the other person's voice.
"It's me...who are you? Wait...Isabel! Do I have an appointment for the afternoon? Didn't I say that after the meeting, today's affairs will be over?" The boy on the other end of the phone seemed to be asking. Someone called out and asked, and after getting the answer soon, he came back and said, "Uh, haven't you made an appointment with Isabel? What are you asking me for? If it's something about the student union, you can actually call the student union's hotline directly. , or go to Isabel, she can help you solve 90% of the problems, and the efficiency is definitely higher than mine. If by chance what you encounter is the 10%...then you don’t have to go to me, because most of the time I will do the same. No way.”
Lin Nian was stunned by this set of Mandarin and proficient football-playing skills when he came up. It wasn't until the other party said it was okay and he hung up that he said, "I am Lin Nian."
"Lin Nian? Who?" The boy opposite was a little confused, "Are you a member of the student union? Or a freshman... Sorry, I have a lot of names to remember. I can't remember everyone's names at once. If I had I’ve met you, so I’ll apologize to you first, I didn’t forget your name on purpose.”
Lin Nian lowered his chin, shrugged his brows, and opened his eyes a little, as if he couldn't believe that the other party was actually playing this trick on him.
But after a moment, his mind quickly came back, and he clarified the situation he might encounter based on the current environment. Then he pinched the bridge of his nose and said, "I am not from the Student Union, I am from the Lion Heart Club. ..You are Lu Mingfei, right? MingFeiLu."
"This is Ricardo M. Lu, Ricardo, are you from Senior Brother Chu Zihang's side? Senior Brother asked you to help him send a message to me if there is something wrong?" The boy on the other end of the phone became interested, "I heard that Senior Brother has always been I'm doing field work as an intern in the Executive Department, traveling around South Korea, Italy, and the Middle East. It seems like I'm going to the North Pole again recently. Is there anything he wants to tell me before he leaves?"