Starry Sky Railway: Starting with a furious outburst at Aha

"Fu Qing...it's late, you should go to sleep early." Jing Yuan lay on the bed, looking at the Fu Xuan projection that suddenly popped up on his face, and couldn't help but sigh.

The projection was quite intelligent; since Jing Yuan was lying down, it was also lying down, allowing Fu Xuan and Jing Yuan to look into each other's eyes.

“General,” Fu Xuan greeted him as usual, “Zhou Yuan just returned to the train on his star raft. He said that if given three hours, he could complete the composition, arrangement, and performance all at once.”

"Isn't that great?"

“But General, he clearly can’t compose music. He really seems to be stalling for time... and he’s also made a bet with someone.” Fu Xuan chuckled.

"How childish."

“Fu Qing, you are mistaken,” Jing Yuan shook his head. “The universe is vast, and there are countless things beyond reason. Moreover, there are strange objects. Perhaps Zhou Yuan has something similar that would allow him to make a leap from nothing to something in a short time?”

"But we can't be made to take the risk, can we?"

“That’s right… So let’s have the other staff compose and arrange music until Zhou Yuan returns.”

"Yes, General."

"By the way, Fu Qing," Jing Yuan called out to her before the call ended, "please send a message before you communicate next time."

"Older people can't stand being frightened."

"General, you jest." Fu Xuan smiled and nodded.

A moment later, the young composer received the request from Fu Xuan and couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"I knew it. The Grand Diviner wouldn't let Zhou Yuan cause trouble and delay the progress."

"What's wrong?" his companion asked.

"The Grand Diviner sent a letter instructing us to complete our work as usual," the young composer said with a confident smile. "Although the process was a bit complicated, the Grand Diviner still met my requirements and got rid of Zhou Yuan."

"But Zhou Yuan hasn't come back yet... Is the bet over?"

Upon hearing this, the young composer curled his lip in disdain:

"You saw it yourself, Zhou Yuan can't even recognize all the musical instruments, how could he possibly compose music? Let alone complete the task of composing, arranging, and singing within three hours?"

"Don't even mention him, even I couldn't have accomplished it... The only one who could have done it was that person... Unfortunately, he's dead."

"Enough talk, let's get moving." The young composer shook his head. "If I finish this sooner, I'll follow the Cloud Riders to find him... I'm afraid he's already run away in his Star Chariot, haha."

......

As a pure and beautiful knight, Yinzhi has walked the path of purity and beauty for many years, and her combo skills are many times more proficient than Zhou Yuan's.

Zhou Yuan felt somewhat resistant to the thought of Yinzhi unleashing a series of attacks on him.

I'm always the one praising others, never the other way around! No way, this is absolutely unacceptable!

Without the help of celestial deities to broaden one's path, and with a limit to the energy within it, if others absorb more, then one can absorb less, which would be a loss!

“Please keep an eye on him, train conductor,” Zhou Yuan said seriously. “I also feel there’s something wrong with him.”

"Right, Pa? Then I'll continue to observe him. Remember to close the train doors if Zhou Yuan is leaving."

Pam nodded in agreement and turned to walk back to the cockpit.

Seeing it gradually depart, Zhou Yuan hurriedly urged the messenger of the Flowing Light Memory Court: "Quickly! Court of Oblivion, activate!"

Without chatting with the messenger, Zhou Yuan stepped into the Court of Oblivion. The next moment, as if the stars had shifted, Zhou Yuan's perspective suddenly became shorter, and everything around him changed drastically.

He found himself, seven years old, being led by the hand of a middle-aged man, walking on an unfamiliar dirt road.

"Good boy, there will be lollipops when we get there." The middle-aged man spoke in broken Mandarin, smiling at Zhou Yuan as he quickened his pace.

Ah, Earth... Zhou Yuan ignored him, subconsciously broke free from the man's hand, and lay down on the ground.

"Uh, baby, what are you doing?" The middle-aged man was startled, subconsciously looked around, and reached out to grab Zhou Yuan.

Zhou Yuan stopped struggling, stood up, and observed his surroundings.

"I forgot... I really don't remember anything at all."

The surrounding dirt roads were completely unfamiliar, and Zhou Yuan had no recollection of what had happened during this period, not even knowing which province he was in.

But there was one thing Zhou Yuan remembered clearly: his father was not this person, and he had no memory of such a relative.

"...Uncle, who are you? Where are we going?"

Considering the potential impact on himself, Zhou Yuan did not use the power of his destiny. Instead, he asked in a childish voice.

“Little one, have you forgotten me? I’m the uncle who started giving you candy,” the middle-aged man laughed. “Uncle is going to take you to a wonderful place full of lollipops.”

Holy crap, I've been kidnapped?!

The script sounded strangely familiar, and Zhou Yuan immediately understood what had happened.

But what troubled him wasn't how to escape, but how he, at seven years old, had managed to escape back then? How could he have forgotten something so significant?

Zhou Yuan stopped talking and began to move forward step by step, deducing his personality when he was seven years old.

"Being trafficked should have had a huge impact on my personality. If I had been rescued, I would probably have become more cautious, but obviously I haven't..."

He began to try to summarize his personality in one word.

"Confidence? Arrogance? Pride...? No, it should be called spontaneity! Or perhaps capriciousness!"

Zhou Yuan's eyes suddenly lit up.

His actions in his past life were always an interpretation of spontaneity; even when he lost friends or his job, he remained unchanged!

So... what should I do now that I'm living my free-spirited life?

Rebellion is inevitable!

"Given my strength at the time, it's clearly not the time to resist." Thinking this, Zhou Yuan obediently shut his mouth and began to familiarize himself with the power of destiny within his body.

Led by the middle-aged man, the two traveled a long way, from dirt roads to asphalt roads, and then boarded a long-distance bus.

During this time, the middle-aged man held Zhou Yuan in his arms, preventing him from looking at the surrounding scenery, and Zhou Yuan did not resist.

Finally, with a screech of brakes, Zhou Yuan felt the man lead him into the van and then out of it.

Only then was he allowed to open his eyes.

What comes into view is a house built with mud and straw, its walls pitted and covered with drawings made of twigs, and a brick and stone wall that is taller than a person surrounding the house.

This was a hideout! A hideout for trafficked children!

There were four or five children in the yard, all dressed in rags, some with blank expressions, others squatting or sitting calmly in the yard, showing no vitality that should be present at their age.

The middle-aged man and the man in the courtyard went into the house to talk. Zhou Yuan was silent for a moment before approaching one of the children.

"Hello little sister, how long have you been here?"

"Hello brother," the little girl smiled at Zhou Yuan and whispered, "There are no lollipops here, hurry up and run!"

For some reason, seeing a four or five-year-old child so serious, Zhou Yuan burst out laughing: "Yes, and I will rescue you and everyone else."

"Really?" The little girl's eyes suddenly lit up.

“That’s right,” Zhou Yuan chuckled. Judging from his current personality, his seven-year-old self would definitely have chosen to save people. “I am... well, I can beat all the bad guys with one punch!”

"That's amazing, brother. When are you planning to make your move?"

Is everyone here now?

The little girl thought for a few seconds: "Two other children were taken out, probably to dig sweet potatoes. They'll be back tonight."

"Then let's run away one night!" Zhou Yuan nodded and said, "My name is Zhou Yuan, little sister, what's your name?"

"Hello, Brother Zhou Yuan, my name is Lin Ling."