Early the next morning, Lin Mumu, Qiao Hui, Gu Xi, and Hou Jin boarded the train to Xijiang Province.
Ao Haijun was pressed for time, so he didn't choose the train, but booked a plane ticket for the next day, which would allow him to arrive one day earlier than them.
Lin Mumu couldn't take the plane, so Qiao Hui and the others accompanied her on the train. In the past two years, the train speed had increased, but it still took more than 40 hours to travel from Beijing City to the distant Xijiang Province. They boarded the train at 11 o 'clock in the morning and arrived at 8 o' clock in the morning on the third day.
Fortunately, it wasn't the peak travel period, so they all bought berth tickets.
In Lin Mumu's words to comfort Qiao Hui: "We'll be there after a nap."
It wasn't that fast, after all, who could sleep day and night for two days?
Especially Qiao Hui who had a lot of worries in her heart. She always felt that her son was dead, and she couldn't find her younger brother, and she also wondered whether her eldest son would forgive her.
These things were pressing heavily in Qiao Hui's heart, but she couldn't say them out loud.
Especially Yun Ting's matter. Every time she told Lin Mumu about it at home, she would insist that Yun Ting didn't die.
On the first day, they all had their own worries and lay on the berth, but in fact, none of them fell asleep.
In the evening, almost everyone was sleepy. Lin Mumu and Qiao Hui both slept, but Gu Xi and Hou Jin were very careful. They discussed taking turns to guard Lin Mumu, so neither of them had a good sleep.
The train was on its way, and on the morning of the next day, Qiao Hui's mobile phone rang.
She answered the phone, and her face was very ugly. She hung up the phone, then turned it off and ran to her bunk, probably crying.
At this time, Lin Mumu's mobile phone also rang. She glanced at it and saw it was a number she hadn't saved before, so she picked it up.
"Excuse me, are you comrade Lin Mumu? Today, on Bai Yun Mountain, there is a memorial service for martyr Yun Ting. Do you need us to pick you up? "It was an unfamiliar voice, and it should be someone from the military.
Lin Mumu also hung up the phone, and imitated Qiao Hui, turned off her phone to save her worry.
Today was Yun Ting's memorial service, but she and Qiao Hui, one was Yun Ting's wife, and the other was Yun Ting's mother, didn't attend!
They just didn't want to explain to anyone.
Lin Mumu didn't want to pretend to be sad. She was obviously a living person, so she couldn't pretend to be sad.
Qiao Hui, on the other hand, was too sad to bear such a scene. She couldn't bear to show her sadness to everyone.
Lin Mumu didn't know what to say to comfort Qiao Hui, so she could only sit by the window and look at the different scenery outside.
In the past, when she took the train with Yun Ting, Lin Mumu always felt that the train journey was very fast and very enjoyable.
Now, she suddenly felt that the journey was very boring and long.
Lying on his bed, he would think of Yun Ting.
Leaning against the window and looking at the scenery, she would also think of Yun Ting.
Even if she was just passing by, she would still think of Yun Ting.
Yun Ting's name had already seeped into every single detail of her life. It was like two drops of water that had merged and could no longer be separated.
Lin Mumu didn't want to drive Yun Ting out of her mind, because at least she still had this memory. Lying down with her eyes closed, she wouldn't feel bored, but would think of the happy times when they rode the train together.
Lin Mumu rubbed her belly again. It seemed that her belly wasn't living up to expectations at all. A few days ago, her period came again, and she didn't get pregnant again.
She and Yun Ting were obviously working so hard, so why couldn't they get pregnant? Was it really because she, Lin Mumu, had a different body structure from ordinary people?
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