Early the next morning, Lin Mumu, Qiao Hui, Gu Xi, and Hou Jin boarded the train to Xijiang Province together.

Ao Haijun was pressed for time, so he didn't choose the train, but booked a plane ticket for the next day, and he could arrive a day earlier than them.

Lin Mumu couldn't make an airplane, so Qiao Hui and the others accompanied Lin Mumu to make a train together. In the past two years, the train has increased at an accelerated pace, but from Yanjing City to the distant West Xinjiang Province, it still takes more than 40 hours, and they get on the train at 11 o'clock in the morning and arrive at ** o'clock in the morning of the third day.

Fortunately, now is not the peak travel season, and they all have bought sleeper tickets.

In the words of Lin Mumu comforting Qiao Hui, it is: "It's time to sleep." ”

It's not so fast, two days, who can sleep day and night.

Especially Qiao Hui has something on her mind, she always feels that her son is dead, and her younger brother who has been lost but can't find it, and whether her eldest son can forgive her.

These things pressed on Qiao Hui's heart, and they were heavy, and they couldn't say it.

Especially about Yunting, when she was at home, every time she told Lin Mumu, Lin Mumu insisted that Yunting was not dead.

On the first day, they also had their own thoughts, lying on the sleeper, but they didn't actually fall asleep.

At night, they were almost sleepy, Lin Mumu and Qiao Hui both slept well, but Gu Xi and Hou Jin were very careful, and discussed taking turns to keep vigil for Lin Mumu, but neither of them slept well.

The train was in progress, and the next morning, Qiao Hui's mobile phone rang.

She answered the phone, and then her face was ugly, so she hung up the phone casually, then turned it off, and ran to the middle bunk where she slept, probably crying.

At this time, Lin Mumu's mobile phone also rang. She glanced at the number that she hadn't saved, and picked it up.

"May I ask if you are Comrade Lin Mumu? Today in Baiyun Mountain, there is a memorial service for the martyrs of Yunting, are you still there, do you need us to pick you up? "It's an unfamiliar voice, it should be someone from the military department.

Lin Mumu also hung up the phone with a click, and then followed Qiao Hui's example and turned off the phone without worry.

Today is Yun Ting's memorial service, she and Qiao Hui, one is Yun Ting's wife and the other is Yun Ting's mother, but they didn't attend!

They just don't want to explain it to anyone.

Lin Mumu didn't want to pretend to be sad, she couldn't act sadly when she was a living person.

And Qiao Hui is overly sad, she can't stand such a scene, and she can't bear to show her sadness to everyone.

Lin Mumu didn't know what to say to comfort Qiao Hui, so he could only sit by the window and look at the different scenery outside the window.

In the past, he used to make trains with Yunting, and Lin Mumu always felt that the train trip was fast and pleasant.

Now she suddenly felt that the journey had been boring and long.

Lying on the sleeper will remind you of the clouds,

Leaning against the window and looking at the scenery, you will also think of the clouds.

Even if it's just passing by selling Chinese lunch boxes, she still thinks of Yunting.

The word Yunting has penetrated into every bit of her life, just like two drops of water that can no longer be separated from each other.

Lin Mumu didn't want to drive Yun Ting out of her mind, because at least she still had this memory, and she wouldn't be bored when she lay down and closed her eyes, but remembered the happy times when they were together on the train.

Lin Mumu touched his stomach again, as if this belly was not angry at all, and he had a period a few days ago, and he was not pregnant.

Obviously, she and Yun Ting are working so hard, why can't they get pregnant? Is it really because she is woody and has a different body structure from ordinary people?