Siberian Love Story

It was an old steam train, and the whining whistle instantly brought back memories of years gone by, as if the girls were still dancing in the square in their brags. The train is full of blue and black eyed people sitting in the carriages, the smells of cigarettes and vodka mixed and intertwined, the red velvet car seat cushions with all sorts of food scraps, and a sense of drama in everything.

I'm not a good storyteller, so I have to clumsily remember as much as I can and then transcribe it like a loom, word by word. Those people and those things and a flurry of snowflakes, the same as a steady stream, I just need to write down slowly to tell you, such a once happened in a train chugging in the cold plains of Siberia on the story ......

This is really a broken train, dragging the peeling paint green carriages roar tiredly, the car The old man with the white beard and white hair and swinging eyebrows smoked a poor quality rolled cigarette and closed his eyes between puffs. But in the seventh hard seat compartment of this train, there is such a young man who clearly seems out of place with everything around him.

The young man wearing a dark gray tweed coat, brown hair and blue eyes, slightly pale, a pair of eyes but extraordinarily bright. It is also such a pair of vivid blue eyes that signaled his departure from the boring coursework in the ivory tower and his entry into this strange land for the first time. On the middle finger of his right hand he wore a silver ring with a dark green gemstone, which was the only item on his body that did not match his age, and seemed to carry many moving stories from a long time ago.