Arriving outside the driver's cab, he knocked on the door.
As the computer-controlled door opened, the driver revealed a look of confusion and admiration. "Train Chief Zhang, why are you here?"
Zhang Feng came up with a thermos cup, "Hitching a ride."
...
The high-speed train is indeed fast.
The high-speed train cockpit, it's the first time coming here.
Feels like the space is a bit narrow, not suitable for putting down a small stool.
But it is precisely high-speed trains, like airplanes, that have a 'death, revert back to before boarding' save point.
That's why Zhang Feng dared to come, also afraid that this kind of interruption might affect the driver's thinking.
Simultaneously, Zhang Feng had a thought.
Which is to sit in the airplane cockpit one day.
...
Two hours.
The Southwest Province near the border has arrived.
After bidding farewell to the driver who admired him immensely, Zhang Feng also took a taxi to the small town at the foot of the mountain.
On the way.
