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【direction】 Did you hear it?Mi Rui said softly: It's the train. Her voice was so small I could barely hear it.We stood on the station platform, ten feet away from each other, with an iron gray sky above us, and we both looked down at the train tracks below.There is no one else here.Strong winds whipped our hair and blew up travellers' trash as empty paper cups and plastic wrap rolled and slid along the platform.On the road where the railway crossed, dim red lights flickered, and then the striped fence swayed down. I slung the backpack over my shoulders.Mi Rui rummaged in her bag and took out a package wrapped in brown paper for me.

a small gift.She said: It's worthless. I have nothing prepared for you. Mi Rui smiled.I know.How many times do you have to change cars? three times.This is the cheapest.Lille, Brussels, Dusseldorf. We can't make it easy for you to get there. The train appears, appearing as a small dot on the distant track.The announcement blared twice, a pre-recorded voice announcing that the train was coming into the station. Mi Rui, listen.I'm sorry to leave in this state.i will call you from berlin goodbye. She touched my hand and stepped off the platform.I ran after her, but before I could touch her, she turned and looked at me.

Everyone said that you used me to have a place to live.They told me not to get too close to you because sooner or later you will leave.But I don't listen to them.am I wrong?Are you just using me? of course not How can I be sure? because i will be back. Mi Rui shook her head. Tristan, I'd love to believe it.But I don't even know if you believe that statement yourself. At that moment, we just looked at each other.I covered my face with one hand, wondering whether I should get in the car or not.Mi Rui came over, touched my shoulder, and forced a smile. Hope you can find what you are looking for.

She turned and walked down the platform.The conductor was waving at me and yelling that it was time to get on, so I boarded the train and took a seat by the window.I open the dining table and put down the package. As the train pulled away from the platform, I tore off the brown wrapping paper and saw a square metal box, dented and rusted, small but substantial.The box opens on hinges and a brass disc sits on a dedicated leather base.I snapped the lid off the disc.An old white disc indicates the four cardinal directions, and the ivory disc engraves every angle.It is a compass.Engraved on the reverse: Cruchon & Emons London 1917.

There was also writing on the torn brown wrapping paper.I put the paper together on the dining table to see what was written.It's in French and it took me a while to understand. □□□ Dear Tristan, I found this at an antique store in Abbeville.The boss swore it was from England, left over from the war, some farmer found it in a field.I don't believe it, nor do I think it will work.But if anyone can figure it out, it's you. Mi Rui I put the paper in a plastic bag and tuck it deep inside my backpack against the metal back frame.It's over now, there's nothing I can do.Unless forget about Berlin and get off at the next stop.

You can't do that.I said softly: not now. The train speed is getting faster and faster.The track slowly changed direction, and I also saw the car bending to the other side outside the window.I looked down at the compass.Due to the constant shaking of the external environment, the pointer keeps spinning.I hold the compass horizontally and look at the needle.The tip of the needle slowly moved towards fifty degrees, probably northeast.The compass still works.