Xu Zijun is too stubborn, and the whole family has a stubborn temper.
Xu Qingzhi didn't know why he was stubborn and refused to let anyone give it away, but he respected his idea.
Finally, the family drove him to the high-speed rail station early in the morning, because there was only a few minutes to stay at the entrance, so he could just stop and go.
He almost dropped the person off the car, waved his hand and told him to pay attention to safety on the road, and he had to leave.
It was the first time for Xu Zijun to go to such a far place alone. He took a deep breath, looked at the distant car shadow, picked up his luggage and turned around to enter the station.
After a few hours of long-distance high-speed rail, luckily his mother stuffed his schoolbag with food.
When he was hungry, he would open a crack in the schoolbag at his feet, touch it with his hands, and eat whatever he found.
There were peaches at home, and his mother packed a big bag for him, stuffed with all kinds of peaches.
There were also several glass jars, one filled with fried fish, one filled with poached eggs, and another filled with dried radish and fried bacon.
Xu Zijun gnawed the peach carefully, because the peach was too crispy and made noise easily when eaten.
Xu Zijun strained his arms and gritted his teeth before lifting him up.
I replied: "Yeah."
There was so much chatting that there were less random thoughts outside my head, so I simply leaned forward in my chair and closed my eyes to sleep.
Before I got up and walked over, I looked up and saw someone playing with a mobile phone. The mobile phone was connected to a charging cable, and the cable was plugged into it. I shrank my eyes and thought: Oh, it can't be charged.
Looking out the window at the scene that keeps going backwards.
After getting off the subway, I didn't know exactly how to go, but common sense told me that it must be wrong to follow the crowd at that time.
The boy looked up at me and said, "Yeah, yes."
From the corner of his eye, he saw a boy next to him trying to reach for the box, but he was too low to reach it.
After gnawing, go to sleep.
Then, I successfully sat down on the minibus arranged by the school, and a busload of primary school freshmen were chattering.
Because of what I was reporting on at the beginning of school today, I didn’t sleep too badly last night.
I opened my eyes, felt outside my schoolbag, took out another peach, and started to nibble on it.
Because I was on the road for a few hours, I was worried that playing with my mobile phone would cause the phone to have battery. It is convenient to have a battery when I get to Kyoto.
The phone in my pocket vibrated twice, indicating a new message.
Xu Zijun raised his hand: "You're polite."
Kyoto Agricultural Primary School welcomes him.
"Thank you, thank you." The boy thanked him repeatedly.
That box... is actually heavier than mine.
A message from his mother asking him: "Have you taken the high-speed rail?"
The high-speed train happened to pass through a tunnel, and the message went around for a long time without being sent out. It took more than ten seconds before the message was sent out before exiting the tunnel.
He typed a reply: "Yes, the high-speed train has departed."
Not long ago, I saw several low mountains. The houses on these low mountains aroused my curiosity. Is there no way to get down?
Through the low iron windows, there is a scene that is broken and falling in. You can often see several villages, which are very similar to the place outside my home.
After I replied to the message, I turned off the phone screen and put it back in my pocket.
The train had stopped at the station, and people were walking up one after another. I dragged my suitcase and followed the crowd out of the station.
Mom: "Yeah, let's talk about it when we get to school."
I also thought about whose home those passing houses belonged to.
I picked up my schoolbag, put it on my back, and politely said to the person next to me: "I borrowed it."
I followed the crowd and looked up at the sign.
After sleeping in a daze all the way, we finally arrived in Kyoto.
It was very quiet on the high-speed train. He didn't want to disturb others, so he deliberately kept his voice very low when nibbling peaches.
Until there was no older child in the back row who was singing and woke me up.
Then, reach out and lift the box under the luggage rack.
I stretched out my long arm, touched the handle of the box, and asked you: "Is he that box?"
When I came out of the LRT station, I originally planned to take the subway, but I saw no one holding a sign.