In the summer of 2010, after Song Han's repeated persuasion, his family purchased the largest house they had ever owned in two lifetimes, a 150-square-meter high-rise flat. Sometimes, living with parents and family is truly a happy thing.
"It's already so late, and you're still not getting up! To take care of your health, you should go to bed early and get up early! Staying up late like this every day, you'll exhaust yourself before you finish writing your novel!" Song Han's mother, who was cleaning and mumbling aside, woke up Song Han from his daze. He felt extremely vexed.
"Mom, I can only focus on writing my novel at night when it's quiet. I wrote for a long time last night. Let me have a rest!"
"Quiet? Isn't it quiet now? Everyone goes to work during the day, and there's no one at home. It would be much better for you to write during the day, and you could also get more sleep at night. There's no need to stay up late every day. Staying up late is harmful to your health. You'll regret it when you're old!" Song Han stared blankly at his chattering mother. He wondered how he had never noticed before that his mother could be so argumentative.
Finally, when his mother finished cleaning and left the room, before Song Han could close his eyes, Mother Song came in with breakfast. "Hurry up and get up to eat breakfast. I got up early today to make your favorite vegetable pies!" Song Han looked at the bowls and chopsticks by his bedside and suddenly felt a bit disoriented. He turned to look at his young mother and swallowed tens of thousands of complaints.
"Mom, I'll eat later. You go and rest! I also want to rest for a while!"
"If you wait, it will get cold and won't taste good! Go wash your face and brush your teeth!" As she spoke, Mother Song waved her hand and quickly folded the blanket on Song Han's body. Song Han helplessly got up and ate the breakfast with tears in his eyes. This was not just breakfast; it was love!
After staying in Binhai for another week, Song Han, despite his parents, resolutely set foot on the journey back to his hometown's small county to resume his studies. As for the happiness of being accompanied by his parents, he decided to let his eldest and second brothers, who had gone out to work early, enjoy it.
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A backpack with a laptop, a smartphone, and a classic and stylish striped woven bag... Song Han didn't expect that in 2010 in China, the aesthetic design of travel bags could still be the same as in 2112.
Carrying the woven bag filled with clothes in his hand, Song Han found his berth and double - checked for a long time before confirming that he was in the right place.
"Hey, young man? Young man? Wake up!"
"Don't touch me!" Song Han's response was met with a slap that was tinged with a bit of annoyance from being woken up, which pushed his arm away.
"Young man, you're taking my berth."
"Who says I'm taking your spot? This was bought for me by my dad!" The other person tried hard to open his sleepy and hazy eyes, looking at Song Han with his head held high, full of arrogance.
Slap! A slap came down from above.
"Who dares to touch me!"
"You little brat!" A middle - aged man on the upper berth sat up, glaring.
"Little brat, come up here quickly! Squeeze in with me!"
The young man looked up at his father on the upper berth. Only a bit of his pride remained. "Little brat! Little brat! I have a name. Don't you know how to call me by my name?"
The middle - aged man on the upper berth gave Song Han an apologetic smile, then shouted at his son on the lower berth who still hadn't moved, "Song Han (a different name with a similar pronunciation)! That's enough! Hurry up and get up here!"
Song Han looked at the young man with the same name as him in surprise. After a careful look, he found that they were about the same age.
"Forget it. It's not convenient for two people to squeeze on the upper berth. Uncle, you come down and I'll exchange berths with you."
The uncle looked at Song Han in surprise and put on a flattering smile. "How could I do that! How much should I pay to make up the difference? I really don't want to take advantage of you."
Although Song Han could only understand roughly what the uncle said, he got the meaning. Song Han smiled and said, "Meeting is a kind of fate. Your son is named Song Han, and so am I. Besides, it doesn't matter to me where I sleep."
Hearing this, the middle - aged father on the upper berth didn't decline any further. He climbed down from the upper berth and gave his son, who was still sitting on the lower berth without moving, another slap. "You little fool! Hurry up and thank him! You're so stupid. He has the same name as you. When will you be as sensible as him?"
"Don't hit me on the head anymore! His name is Song Han, and my name is Song Han (a different name with a similar pronunciation)! We don't have the same name."
"It's all the same."
"It's Song Han! Not Song Han (the other name)! "
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Ignoring the father and son on the lower berth who were joking around, Song Han stuffed his luggage into the luggage rack and climbed up. This journey was thousands of miles long, with a journey of more than ten hours. It was incredibly slow!
"Ciqi Town is here!"
"Ciqi Town is here!"
The conductor shouted loudly and knocked on the carriage as he passed through, startling a series of passengers who were in a hurry to get off, as well as Song Han, who had fallen asleep at some point. Song Han looked at the passengers coming and going with a hint of confusion. It took him a while to realize where he was. The father and son on the lower berth continued to snore loudly after muttering something unintentionally. There was no chance to sleep now.
Listening to the noise around him and looking at the passengers outside the window carrying large and small bags, Song Han's thoughts were in a turmoil. As the carriage jolted, the train continued to move forward along the track. Without the drowsiness, Song Han took out his notebook and started his writing career.
After an unknown amount of time passed, the train began to slow down significantly. Soon, the conductor started his work again.
"Bajiang is here!"
"Bajiang is here!"
Song Han watched the scene in front of him with great interest. This scene made him feel as if a modern person had traveled back to the Song Dynasty and was watching the real Qingming Shanghe Tu. With the 102 - year - long time gap and the progress of technology, it was really hard to tell which era had a greater technological gap.
Amid the bustling noise of the passengers coming and going, a loud shout, pronounced clearly but with a hint of strangeness, stood out at this moment.
"Song Han!!"
Song Han subconsciously turned his head. Hmm... The carriage was very white.
"Who's calling me?" The young man on the lower berth, filled with the fatigue of the journey and a bad temper from being woken up, suddenly stood up.
"Song Han?"
"Who are you?"
Bang!!!
With a huge shock, the young man named Song Han (a different name with a similar pronunciation) who had just been standing at the carriage door was sent flying back at an astonishing speed. He hit the carriage hard, causing a huge jolt. Song Han stared blankly at the scene in front of him. Before he could figure out what was going on, he saw the collapsed sternum of the arrogant young man.
The young man lay on the ground, his face showing a bit of bewilderment and confusion. He was foaming at the mouth and looking sideways at the dark figure blocking the light at the door of the berth.
"Murder!!!" A scream resounded through the entire sleeper carriage.
It was only then that the middle - aged father came to his senses. He quickly rushed to his son's side, held his son's head that was hanging weakly, and asked in a trembling voice, "Son? Son? Are you okay? Are you okay?!"
"Son?"
"Song Han (the specific name)?"
"I'll fight you!!!"
Bang!!!
Another loud noise echoed.
Song Han looked at the father who had fallen on the lower berth and the footprint on his chest that almost went through his body. He suddenly woke up.
Strength, absolute strength! An impact force of over 1000 N was concentrated on the small area of fists and feet!
The person who had attacked didn't rush to leave the scene. He walked into the sleeper carriage, ignored Song Han's gaze, and carefully checked the vital signs of the young man named Song Han (the specific name).
"Blood loss of 2000 cc, pulse gone, heartbeat gone, heart damaged. Mission accomplished."
After the check, he stood up indifferently. In an instant, their eyes met, and they were less than 30 centimeters apart. Song Han seemed to clearly see the slight movement of the hairs on the other person's face being stirred. However, there was not the slightest change in the other person's expression. He continued to walk out of the carriage expressionlessly.
With a jolt, the train started moving.