Liang Jian: I have a canteen

Tsunade picked up her phone from the table, sent a text message, and then put the phone back on the table.

"Who did you text?" Lian Qingqing asked casually as she sipped her coffee.

“My aunt, Mieko.”

"I haven't seen her for several years. Is she still in Hokkaido?"

"There's a kendo exhibition match in Tokyo, and she's the referee there."

"Did you tell her about Xu San?"

"Yes, after all, Murasame has found a master, and we must tell her about it."

"This is so troublesome," Lian Qingqing grumbled. "Do we have to hold some kind of ceremony?"

No, not at all.

Lian Qingqing picked up her coffee cup, shook it, and said, "I'm going back to my dorm to pack up. I'll go to Ping An later. Do you want to come with me?"

"it is good."
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As dusk fell, twilight seeped into the carriage through the windows, and the originally bright sunlight gradually turned into a warm, somber orange-gray. The tall buildings and roadside trees outside the window rushed past, and the light and shadow swayed back and forth on the seats, tray tables, and the passengers' drooping shoulders.

A gentle announcement came over the loudspeaker, the train slowly slowed down, the vibrations of the wheels rolling over the tracks gradually subsided, the sharp sound of the wind faded away, some people put away their phones and zipped up their backpacks, some straightened their clothes, and the children stopped making noise, just peering out the windows at the platform where the lights were gradually coming on.

The soft, cool white light overhead illuminated slightly tired faces. The suitcases on the luggage racks were placed quietly, with the occasional soft scraping sound of the suitcase wheels.

The train slowly pulled into the platform. Neat strips of lights stretched out outside the window, and the warm light from the platform streamed into the carriage through the glass. Half of the light was the evening glow of the city outside the window, and the other half was the gentle warmth of the carriage as it quietly awaited its arrival.

The scenery outside the train window was familiar, similar to most train stations in China, with platforms, overpasses, and underpasses.

Eighty years ago, Ping'an County did not have a train station. Back then, if he wanted to take a train, he had to ride a motorcycle to Chuliang, which was more than 30 miles away.

The little motorcycle, that three-wheeled sidecar.

The high-speed train finally stopped, coming to a smooth stop at the designated location. "Let's go, boss." Hua Xueling got up and took a small suitcase from the luggage rack.

"Wait a minute, no rush."

Hua Xueling put her suitcase on the ground and said, "Boss, safety isn't the main point, it's just five minutes."

"Then wait a bit." Xu San remained unhurried. He only had a backpack, so he could just pick it up and go whenever he wanted.

"What a coincidence, Comrade Xu San." A familiar voice rang in my ears.

It's Zhou Qing, the female agent from the National Security Bureau.

"What a coincidence," Xu San casually agreed. "Are you here for tourism or work?"

"Guess?" Zhou Qing replied with a smile, without telling Xu San his true purpose for coming to Ping An.

Xu San didn't ask any further questions, but instead picked up his backpack and followed the crowd getting off the bus.

Hua Xueling caught up with them, and only after the two entered the underpass together did she speak, "Boss, who is that woman? I noticed that she also got on the bus at Taiyuan, and she was sitting not far from us."

"A civil servant."

Upon hearing Xu San's answer, Hua Xueling was speechless, feeling that Xu San's reply was too perfunctory.

"Such a perfunctory response, boss. Is she your ex-girlfriend?"

"They're civil servants, the ones who check water meters."

"Hmm~" Hua Xueling lowered her head slightly, but she still couldn't believe it. Looking up, she saw that Zhou Qing was still keeping a distance of about twenty meters from the two of them. (End of Chapter)