Wedge
Eight hours is the time it takes to take the train from Chengdu to Hanzhong.
Four hundred and fifty-six kilometers, this is the distance from Hanzhong to Xi'an.
One hundred and twenty minutes, this is the flight distance between Xi'an and Luoyang.
"It's a pity that after two thousand years, they-we still haven't finished their journey."
The middle-aged man with slightly white temples touched the ancient writing on the wall and sighed to himself.
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"Autumn here is very long."
Looking at the shocking golden color outside the window, for some reason, he remembered what someone said to him when he first came to this city many years ago.
"Really?" He, who was still young at the time, seemed to reply casually.
"Yes, it should be snowing in Beihai at this time."
"It's Beijing. I've corrected you several times."
"As people get older, they can no longer understand so much. Hey, speaking of it, it should be snowing in your hometown by now, right?"
"Luoyang, it rains sometimes, but not every year..."
"Luoyang, Luoyang..."
"Have you ever been to Luoyang?"
"No, not before, not even in this life."
"Oh..."
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