八十天环游地球｜Around the World in Eighty Days

每天五分钟听经典英文故事，读绘本，磨耳朵。一部关于时间、勇气与信念的冒险史诗，八十天环游地球的传奇旅程。In London in 1872, Mr. Fogg lived every day like a clockHe woke up at a fixed time each morning, walked a fixed route to the Reform Club, and sat at a fixed seat to read the paper, eat, and play cardsHis clothes must not wrinkle, his water must be the right temperature, his steps must not falterEven his new French servant Passepartout thought he had finally found a master who could not be any quieterBut on this day, a timetable of the world appeared in the newspaperStarting from London, take a train to Italy, then a steamer across the Mediterranean and the Suez Canal; to India, switch to railway; then to Hong Kong, Yokohama, cross the Pacific to America; go across the North American continent, and return to Europe from New YorkAll the routes, trains, and steamer schedules added together made exactly eighty daysThe gentlemen at the club did not believe itThe weather could change, ships could be late, railways could break, storms could rage at sea, and people could fall illBut Mr. Fogg only looked at that timetable and said calmly that he could do itThe wager was twenty thousand poundsThat very evening at eight forty-five, Fogg left London with PassepartoutPassepartout had wanted a quiet life, but on his very first day on the job, his master dragged him on a journey around the worldThey first arrived at SuezAt the port beside the desert, ship smoke rose, passengers came ashore, and merchants, soldiers, and officials mingled togetherAnd it was right here that Detective Fix set his sights on FoggThe Bank of England had just been robbed, and the suspect was said to be a respectable gentlemanFogg carried a large amount of cash and was in a hurry to travel; in Fix's eyes, he looked suspicious in every wayThe arrest warrant had not yet arrived, so Fix could only follow and wait for a chance to hold up this silent EnglishmanFogg, however, did not explainHe only looked at the time, only looked at the next stretch of roadThe ship crossed the Red Sea and arrived at BombayAccording to the plan, the railway would take them to CalcuttaBut halfway there, they discovered that the railway on the map was not fully builtThe tracks stopped in the wilderness, and a stretch of road ahead had to be crossed on footThe timetable cracked open for the first timeFogg did not complainHe bought an elephant, hired a guide, and pressed onForests, heat, earth, and the smell of wild beasts pressed in from all sides; sitting on the elephant's back, Passepartout finally understood that this was not a route on paper; this was the earth that had to be crossed inch by inch with one's own bodyAnd in the jungles of India, they met AoudaShe was a young Parsi woman whose husband had died, and she was being held by the locals to be burned alive on her husband's funeral pyreShe was drugged and had almost no strength left to resistThat night, firelight lit up the forest, drumbeats drew closer and closer, and time was closing in tooFogg, who valued time above all else, stoppedPassepartout risked his life, disguised himself as the dead man, leaped up from beside the pyre, and in the chaos rescued AoudaThe elephant kept moving forward, with shouts of pursuit behind them and railways and steamers aheadFogg had saved someone who was never part of his plan, and from that moment on, he was no longer racing only against timeThey reached Calcutta and then boarded a ship bound for Hong KongFix was still chasing behind themHe waited for the arrest warrant time and again, and missed chance after chance under British jurisdictionHe saw Fogg spend money like water, saw him cold and almost heartless, and grew more and more convinced that this man must have a secretHong Kong was a critical stopIf they could catch the ship to Yokohama, they could continue across the Pacific as plannedBut Fix, to delay their journey, told part of the truth to Passepartout and threw him into confusionPassepartout failed to warn his master, stumbled onto the ship himself by accident, while Fogg and Aouda were left behind in Hong KongThis time, the road was cut off even more completelyFogg still did not panicHe found a boat, negotiated a price, calculated the wind, and finally took a small vessel on a risky voyage to Shanghai to catch another steamer bound for JapanA storm at sea whipped up waves, and the boat struggled on the water like a piece of driftwoodWatching this always silent man, Aouda slowly came to understand that his calm was not a lack of feeling, but a refusal to hand his fear to anyoneThey finally reached Yokohama and found Passepartout againThe poor servant, just to survive, had already joined a traveling acrobat troupe and was performing unsteadily on stageWhen his master appeared, he could hardly believe his eyesThere was no scolding, no long explanation; Fogg simply brought him back to his side and kept goingNext came the Pacific OceanThe steamer sailed from Japan toward San Francisco, the sea stretching out as if it had no endEvery day, the sun rose from the east and sank into the seaIn Fogg's travel journal, the dates turned page by page; but unbeknownst to them, time was quietly changing because they kept moving eastIn America, they boarded the transcontinental railwayOutside the window were plains, snowy mountains, canyons, and herds of wild buffaloThe railway was like a thin thread stitching unfamiliar lands together, but this thread could snap at any momentBridges were dangerous, a blizzard was closing in, and the train came under attackIn the chaos, Passepartout risked his life to uncouple the train cars to save everyone, but he was taken awayFogg did not keep goingHe knew full well that every minute could cost him the wager, yet he still took men back to rescue himBy the time Passepartout was rescued, they had already missed their original trainSo they took a sled, raced across the ice and snow with the wind, then switched to a train and rushed toward New YorkBut fate seemed to be one step too slow on purposeBy the time they rushed to the harbor, the ship bound for England had just left the shoreJust a little too lateFogg did not stand on the dock and sighHe found another ship and paid a fortune to change its courseWhen the coal ran low, he bought the entire ship and tore down its timber to burn as fuelThe ship pushed across the Atlantic belching thick smoke, as if burning every piece of furniture, railing, and deck into time to get homeThey finally arrived in EnglandBut at Liverpool, Fix finally got his chance to make an arrestHe seized Fogg and locked him upAll the rushing, calculating, risk taking, and money were blocked by a single doorA short while later, word came that the real bank robber had already been caughtFix was wrongWhen Fogg was released, he did not roar or defend himselfHe simply punched Fix in the face, then continued on his way to LondonBut he thought he was still too lateBack home, the room fell quietThe wager was lost, his fortune was nearly gone, and the eighty day journey felt like a colossal wasteBut Aouda did not leaveShe looked at this man who had protected her all the way and had been chased by time all the way, and asked if he would marry herFogg said yesPassepartout ran off to arrange the weddingAnd it was during this very run that he suddenly realized the date in London was not what they thought it wasThey had been traveling east all along, and with every meridian they crossed, they quietly gained a few extra minutes from the sunAround the entire globe, all those minutes added up to exactly one extra dayFogg thought he was late, but in truth he still had timePassepartout sprinted homeFogg left at once and rushed to the Reform ClubAt a few minutes past eight forty-four in the evening, at the card table in the club, several gentlemen were waiting for the final second to tick byThe door opened and Fogg walked in, neatly dressed and calm, as if he had simply come from home for a game of cards as usualHe had wonIn those eighty days, the steamers, railways, meridians, time zones, and every inch of distance on the map had not stayed merely on paperThey had carried a man so punctual he was almost cold across deserts, jungles, oceans, and snowy plains, and had also brought Aouda and Passepartout into his lifeWhat remained in the London night was not just the wager won backThere was also a pocket watch closed once more, a journey rewritten by the world, and a man who no longer had to live alone前往小宇宙评论区与主播互动