Study AbroadChapter 1

Birds are beautiful when they fly.


There is a railway in front of my house. RJmknB

It’s been there since before I was born.

It curls along the edge and stretches to an unknown place…

Story translated by Chrysanthemum Garden.

The whole world shook when the train passed by.

My rag doll, my headless bear, and even the jelly on my plate… DdsQLy

But when it leaves, nothing remains.

On that sunny day, a beautiful big brother asked me, “Where does the train end?”

He is so beautiful; his eyes are darker than my rag doll, and his eyelashes are longer than my rag doll… But how can I know where its destination is?

“In a place far, far away, it’s called the distant place.” I thought for a moment, hugged my headless bear tightly, and answered seriously.

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“Is that so…” He straightened up and silently looked at the end of the railroad where it disappeared…

The beautiful big brother with black hair and eyes looks great standing alone on the cold railway rails.

I decided to draw this scene with my 12-color crayon when I got home.

However, the only thing that is probably useful is black… zH8It2

“A distant place… Then let’s go there.”

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The black-haired elder brother withdrew his gaze, got off the tracks stealthily, and looked at me, who was hugging the bear, with an expressionless face, “Well… do you think I should kill you?”

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“Name, I don’t have one yet.” The wind carries a distant sound, which is very indifferent.


There is a long scar on Mo Qi’s back.

It goes smoothly from the left shoulder to the right waist, with valgus flesh and well-defined bones. yiS2mT

Even with the finest medicine, it cannot be entirely removed. Whenever it rains, it will hurt slightly.

In fact, Mo Qi has scars all over his body, which makes him a killer.

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But there should have been nothing on his back.

Nobody can injure the number one guard’s back, “Mo.” lL8Oad

Except for those he was protecting behind him…

“Did Xiaobai do it?”

“Yes,” Mo Qi said, lowering his head. He didn’t dare look at his master’s current expression, nor did he want his master to see his current expression. “…After the mission, the young master suddenly attacked and injured three of his own people, killed two perimeter guards, and left.”

“Only two killed?” AZHpJN

“…yes.”

“Hmm…” The man with long black hair clasped his fingers lightly on the rattan chair, thoughtfully, “Speaking of which… This mission is in City Z, right? The railway hub of the entire south. As long as you get on the train, it is all possible to go anywhere. Indeed, it is difficult to track. I’m afraid… it’s been planned for a long time…”

The large and spacious room was silent. It was certainly crowded, but not a single breath could be heard.

The dust tumbled in the sunlight, replacing the tense churning of everyone’s hearts… OcVI6o

Li Xiaobai’s side face appeared to be warm in the sunlight, yet it wasn’t able to warm anyone. Everyone’s gaze subconsciously averted the man in the rattan chair.

That person, no matter how attractive he is, cannot stare directly at him.

“That’s it…” He stared out the window coldly, as if he could see the back of the young man who had boldly fled across the mountains, and mumbled to himself, “That’s it… Do you want to leave…”

The wound on Mo Qi’s back throbbed, which made him come back to his senses and look at Mo Wu, who was on the side. t9dSQR

It’s time for executives to ask the decision-makers for a course of action.

“Master?” Mo Wu asked softly to the man who was looking out the window in a trance.

“You don’t have to catch him if you find him…” Li Xiaobai looked into the distance and smiled lightly, “It’s time to let the children go out and see the world.”

Everyone quietly lowered their heads in response. No one dared to say that the man’s smile looked so cruel… K2mkut


Li Xiaobai brushed off the blood on the knife, bent down, and took out the ID card from the corpse’s pocket.

“Chen Wenhua? So common… Oh… let’s call it this.”

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The brilliance of the headlights began to pierce the dense night from afar, sweeping over the bloodstains as the whistle became louder and louder… The pieces of meat crushed under the roaring iron train—who knows if it is a living person or a corpse?

The frantic travelers approached the station and boarded the train not knowing anything. A human life in this isolated area of the railway track is only a small piece of news about “an unknown person lying on the track” that is swiftly drowned out by the clamours of the metropolis… YQIp1N

The black-haired youth put the ID card in his jeans pocket and discreetly slipped it into the endless darkness, just like when he arrived…


There is a railway in front of my house.

It’s been there since before I was born.

It curls along the edge and stretches to an unknown place… ytGVPJ

The whole world shook when the train passed by.

My rag doll, my headless bear, and even the jelly on my plate…

But when it leaves, nothing remains.

“Come over here and eat!” JlHDRL

Mom called me.

“Coming!”

I grabbed the bear, jumped off the window sill, and ran to the living room.

The train rumbled past the railway outside the window… clFPBa

It drowned out my mother’s whining about having to move, as well as the news that my father was watching, looking for obituaries for the relatives of the unknown young guy laying on the railway tracks…

The wind brought by the train raised the crayon drawings on my table. The black-haired youth on the black railway track under the grey sky was probably sitting on the train now, looking out the window with his chin propped up in his hand, and bored with his journey, wasn’t he?

Is he also going to a distant place?

I wonder if he has a name now? HMqVjO

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