The sound of reaching the station came from the horn, Morlov's port, a name he had never heard before.
Qian Cangyi gently patted his collar, holding a delicate black briefcase and stepped off the train. Outside the train, the sun was blazing and the crowd bustling. This was his gateway into the movie world.
He turned to look back at the train, a brand new steam engine with a name of its own — The Future. Although it had made only a brief stop at Morlov's port, it still attracted the attention of most of the children, and even some elegant gentlemen and the haughty ladies by their side.
A child, impeccably dressed, approached Qian Cangyi. His bright eyes were fixed on Qian Cangyi's attire, seemingly making comparisons with his memory. The child had a common name — Bean.
