Yang Fan had never traveled far before; apart from traveling from Kongming Mountain to Xinghai City and later to Yanjing, he had never embarked on a journey alone, strictly speaking, this time was his first.
Sitting on the train heading Northwest, it was just dawn, the sun still hiding behind the mountains, estimated to rise in about half an hour.
Yang Fan had bought a sleeper ticket, lying on the narrow bed, even turning over was quite difficult, but the advantage was that he could sleep when tired.
This green train moved very slowly, incomparable to high-speed trains or bullet trains; reaching the Taklamakan Desert would likely take another two days.
Yang Fan took advantage of the early hours to nap, and when he woke up, the light outside the train window was dazzling; it was already noon.
In the compartment, others were still asleep. Yang Fan got off the bed and went out to get some food.
