Chapter 85

"Let's get ready to go." Yang Fan left, leaving only Luoyang and Yang Mi to travel together.

"I've already bought the tickets; we're leaving at half past one." Yang Mi took out three high-speed train tickets from her bag and said with a smile.

"I'll give you the money." Luoyang quickly took out his wallet. The train ticket from Tiandu to Modu would cost nearly a thousand Longyuan, which was not a small amount, and Luoyang felt embarrassed to let a girl pay for it.

"Never mind, when we get there, you can treat me to a meal." Yang Mi waved her hand and smiled.

Luoyang insisted on paying, but Yang Mi refused. The two of them pushed and yielded to each other, drawing the attention of many passersby. After all, Yang Mi was such a beautiful and charming girl that she stood out wherever she went.

Finally, Luoyang and Yang Mi couldn't help but laugh at the same time.

"You really have me beat. This time I'll treat you, and you can treat me on the way back." Yang Mi smoothed her hair, which had been blown by the wind, and said with a smile.

Luoyang also smiled and nodded. It wasn't about the money, but rather his personality; he didn't like owing others too much.

"Let's cancel Yang Fan's ticket first." Yang Mi had bought three tickets, but now that Yang Fan wasn't going, she canceled his ticket.

Fifteen minutes later, the train arrived, and the two of them boarded the high-speed train from Tiandu to Modu.

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The high-speed train was very fast, and the scenery along the way often flashed by in an instant. Yang Mi and Luoyang each ordered a glass of juice and chatted while drinking.

"By the way, how old are you, Luoyang?" Yang Mi asked, her voice slightly muffled as she sipped through a straw.

"Twenty." Luoyang deliberately added two years; in fact, his body was only eighteen years old.

"Ah, the same age as my brother Yang Fan?" Yang Mi stared at Luoyang in surprise.

Luoyang smiled and said, "What's wrong? Do I look that old?"

"No, no... Your age is hard to guess. I've never seen a twenty-year-old boy as mature as you."

Luoyang smiled. He didn't think he was that mature; he was just a bit more steady than the typical young man of his age, and that was based on his nearly thirty years of experience from his previous life.

Yang Mi said, "If only Yang Fan could be as steady as you. He's in college, but he's still like a child."

"If my brother were really like me, it would be too boring." Luoyang said, not thinking he was worth envying.

His life was relatively monotonous; he exercised and wrote novels in his dorm every day, with few opportunities to interact with the outside world.

But Luoyang liked writing novels, so he didn't find it boring. Someone else might have been bored to death.

"Do you have any hobbies, besides writing novels?" Yang Mi asked curiously.

"Playing basketball, listening to music, and watching movies. I like them all, but I spend most of my time writing, so I don't have much time to pursue my hobbies."

"That won't do. I think you're great, but you're a bit too introverted."

Yang Mi's words were purely based on her feelings. She was always confident in her appearance; almost all the men in her workplace had thoughts about her, and men passing by on the street couldn't help but look at her.

But in front of Luoyang, it was as if all her charm had disappeared. This boy hardly even looked at her seriously, which gave Yang Mi a strange sense of defeat.

"Maybe..." Luoyang looked out the window, his eyes showing a hint of loneliness.

Yang Mi, as an outsider, could never understand his inner world. The only person who could make him feel a bit close was Liu Qin. Perhaps the fleeting scenery made Luoyang suddenly feel sentimental. The other side might be as splendid as brocade, but they only longed for the barren homeland.

"By the way, I read the novel you wrote, 'First Intimate Contact.' It was written very well, and I cried." Yang Mi said with admiration.

Luoyang teased, "Then I must be guilty. I made a beautiful girl like you cry."

"It's not just me. Almost all the girls who read 'First Intimate Contact' couldn't help but cry. I even wonder if you've experienced such a relationship. Otherwise, why would you write it so profoundly?"

Luoyang smiled faintly. "It seems I should avoid using the first person in my writing. Otherwise, people might really think I've experienced such tragic events."

Time passed, and after an hour, the two of them were already tired from chatting.

"I'm so sleepy. I'll take a nap first." Yang Mi yawned lightly and said softly to Luoyang.

"Go ahead and sleep." Luoyang nodded.

The train sped along the high-speed rail. Twenty minutes later, Yang Mi was already breathing evenly, and her head had unconsciously rested on Luoyang's shoulder.

Luoyang felt a bit awkward.

He wasn't sure whether he should push the sleeping Yang Mi away.

Her even breathing and beautiful face so close made Luoyang a bit distracted.

It wasn't that he had any thoughts about Yang Mi; it was just that any normal man in such a situation would naturally have some fantasies.

He coughed lightly and forced himself to shift his attention, focusing on the scenery outside the train window.

When they arrived in Modu, it was already past three in the afternoon.

Yang Mi opened her slightly dazed eyes and was surprised to find that she had been sleeping with her head on Luoyang's shoulder the whole way.

"Sorry, I slept too deeply..." Yang Mi's face turned red.

Luoyang moved his stiff shoulder and smiled. "It's okay, but you sure can sleep. You weren't afraid I'd do something to you?"

"You wouldn't." Yang Mi said instinctively.

After saying that, she realized her words sounded strange and looked away awkwardly.

"You really trust me." Luoyang laughed, subtly easing the awkward atmosphere.

Yang Mi smoothed her slightly messy hair and explained, "I was so excited about seeing Liu Qin on stage today that I didn't sleep well last night, so I was sleepy today..."

"If Liu Qin knew she had a fan like you, she would be very happy."

Luoyang wasn't just saying this; he knew her character well. If Liu Qin found out that the legendary Yang Mi was so devoted to her, she would be overjoyed.

Yang Mi smiled. "Liu Qin has so many fans; one more or less doesn't matter."

Just as Luoyang was about to say something, the train's intercom announced in standard Mandarin, "We have arrived at Modu North Station. Please take your luggage and disembark in order."

"Let's get off."

Luoyang and Yang Mi each put on their backpacks, left the train, and stepped onto the land of Modu.

(Thank you to the generous HZWF86060671 for the 1888 donation, and to ivan6, Wu Jian Lei, and others for their donations. There are so many requests for updates today, but I can't eat them all, only to look at them with envy...)

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