Siheyuan, don't yell at me

The train was running across the vast snowfield, and He Daqing looked at the rapidly receding scenery with great interest.

After a while, I got bored.

Lean in a sheltered place, roll up the quilt, close your eyes and rest.

Compared to He Daqing, Paul is much more active.

From time to time he would stick his head out of the car to find out what was going on outside.

In less than half a day, the biting cold wind blew away the few remaining strands of Paul's hair.

Paul's yearning for a free world made him full of energy, as if he had returned to his youth.

He asked questions from time to time and inquired about the situation in the free world from He Daqing.

Although He Daqing had never been to the United States, people in later generations had watched Hong Kong movies.

Just a little revelation was enough to get rid of Paul and make the old man ecstatic.

Paul stuck his head out again, and this time, he observed for an especially long time.

It lasted so long that He Daqing felt it was a little abnormal.

"Old man, what are you staring at?

It’s windy up there, come down quickly.

If you freeze to death here, wouldn't my work be in vain?"

Paul finally came to his senses, and without retracting his head, he hooked his arm towards He Daqing.

"Whitey, look, come over here and take a look.

Something big has happened, something big has happened..."

He Daqing pushed the quilt aside, stood up, stepped on the cargo, and stuck his head out of the open container.

Following the direction Paul was looking, He Daqing immediately knew that what was supposed to come had finally come.

On the crossroads in the distance, soldiers with live ammunition were carefully checking passers-by and vehicles.

He Daqing retracted his head and pulled Paul back with him.

"Don't worry, old man, everything is under my control.

It's just a road check. It's not that easy to stop a train.

At least at the next stop, we don't have to worry too much.

Just like you said, the Russians are most likely to focus on the west.

By the way, I have prepared a set of clothes for you, put them on now."

He Daqing rummaged through a package, took out a set of children's clothes and threw it to Paul.

It is children's clothing with bear patterns, and even a matching bear hat.

Paul looked at the children's clothes in front of him and shook his head.

"Whitey, are you kidding me? Making me wear this?

I am Dean Paul, a professor of nuclear physics and engineering, who was the first to develop the hydrogen bomb.

I won't wear it, even if you beat me to death, I won't wear it.

If others knew about this, how would I, Dean Paul, still have the face to live?"

He Daqing's expression relaxed instantly.

"Old man, can't you understand the current situation?

You are just a hostage, do you have the right to refuse?

Do you believe that I will kill you?

Just wear it if I tell you to. That’s an order.

Do you want me to help you put it on?"

Seeing that Paul was a little hesitant, He Daqing softened his tone.

"Old man, in order to move towards the free world, the necessary sacrifices are worth it.

Besides, there are only you and me here, no one else?

Is Laozi White still an outsider?

Don’t worry, I won’t laugh at you…”

Under He Daqing's coercion and inducement, Paul reluctantly put on children's clothes.

You know what, Paul is about 1.5 meters tall, and the children's clothes fit him well, without any sense of incongruity.

He Daqing pursed his lips and his nostrils twitched.

"Little Paul, call uncle and let him listen.

I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make fun of you, I just couldn't hold it in.

Haha, look at you, it's like you're joking.

He was wearing a bear costume, with no hair on his head but a big beard on his chin.

Stop it, who told you to take off your clothes? Put on the bear hat too.

I'll make you wear it, no matter if you're a child or an old man, I won't discriminate on age when I slap you."

Paul glared at He Daqing fiercely, turned his back and said no more.

I have become somewhat immune to the temper of this bastard He Daqing.

Paul, wearing children's clothes, became much quieter and no longer stuck his head out of the car to check the situation outside.

He Daqing snorted coldly.

"You old man, you got so angry over a joke.

If you, Paul, old man, hadn't come to see me alone, how could I have such a bold idea as to commit kidnapping?

This is all your own fault, old man, so you can’t blame me..."

He Daqing cursed a few times, but when he saw that old man Paul didn't respond, he lost interest in cursing.

I wrapped the quilt tightly around my body. The wind today was much stronger than last night.

Look at the sky, it’s gloomy. If it snows, we’ll be doomed.

You have to know that this freight train container is an open-top type and doesn’t even have a lid.

Every time the train passed a small town, He Daqing would stick half of his head out to observe the situation.

Some important highway checkpoints are filled with soldiers and police.

Regardless of whether he was here to see Paul or not, He Daqing didn't dare to take the risk and had already prepared for the worst.

The worst plan, of course, is to beat Paul to death with one punch and then walk away.

With Mr. He Daqing's abilities, as long as he is not surrounded in the first place, he has some confidence in fighting his way out.

The sky gradually darkened, and a smile gradually appeared on He Daqing's face.

The night is his, He Daqing's closest companion.

Before He Daqing could be happy for a while, goose feather-like snowflakes fell from the sky.

He raised his head, caught the snowflakes with his big flat face, opened his mouth wide and tasted the saltiness.

Damn it, when it rains, the roof is leaking, and the hemp rope breaks at the thinnest part.

I, He Daqing, don't care, but I'm afraid that old Paul can't bear it.

Tear off the tarpaulin that wraps the machine, cover yourself with it, and try to get through the next few hours.

The distance is a little over a thousand kilometers, and we have been driving for thirteen or fourteen hours now.

It's about 70 miles an hour, and it will take one or two hours at most to reach the station.

The two of them were wrapped in quilts, covered with tarpaulins, drinking vodka in small sips, listening to the sound of wind and snow outside, and they didn't feel too cold.

With a long whistle, the train wheels made a harsh sound as they rubbed against the rails, and the speed slowly slowed down.

He Daqing suddenly lifted the tarpaulin covering his head and threw it aside along with a thick layer of snow.

At this time, old man Paul was already drunk and unconscious.

He Daqing took out a black hood and put it on Paul's head.

It’s better to be safe, so that the old man doesn’t see something he shouldn’t see and bring about fatal disaster.

He held Paul with his arms and waved his hand to put the debris into the space.

He used the space to absorb a thick layer of snow and sprinkled it on the place where he had been before, erasing all traces of his presence.

He Daqing took Paul with him, wrapped himself in a quilt, and jumped lightly under the train, rolling on the ground.

He brushed off the snow on his body and quickly disappeared into the darkness.