Green train

Home is a good thing, despite all difficulties, we must remember that there is a place to take root.Your mother is very nice. We usually do needlework and do housework together, but I am still clear-headed, and when I turn on the lamp at night, I think of my daughter and you.Now tell me to take a good look, she is a pretty girl after all, and she can survive hard times. "

Bai Rong laughed and said, "It's not the old days. With a high salary, we can live a good life, and the big cities have everything. Erniang, don't worry about us."

"You don't know the reason: people of our generation miss the old days. We missed our parents when we were young, and our children when we were old. In short, we are worried about the past and can't forget anything. Your mother hasn't forgotten either. She sometimes looks like a normal person at the same time. When I talk, she always remembers you."

"Yes, I forgot."

The author has something to say: Notes: 1. This article is written in imitation of classical texts, and there are many biases and inconsistencies. Please understand and welcome corrections.

2. The description of the woman singing by the river in the fourth section comes from: "Notes on Listening to Yuxuan" by Taoist Qing Qingliang, whose name is "Pi Xing".

Volume [-] of Yuan Mei's "Zi Bu Yu" in the Qing Dynasty: The Taoist priest praying for rain said: Bo Xing, who has a female body and is sexually promiscuous, can make clouds and rain, but is naked when he lives in the sky, and only wears clothes when he is facing the Big Dipper.Sometimes it is practiced among the people, and Taoist priests take it into the body of a woman and practice it to pray for rain.

☆, lead the way

Wu Mengyu, lower berth No. 10, Car 20

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One.

"Going to a carnival, dancing, laughing, tasting the deliciousness of life without guilt, this is the joy of my life."

Wu Mengyu was the first to arrive at the battlefield before the train army fought. He let out a sigh of relief, looked around the narrow space with a sneer on his face.Without a moment's rest, he took out his notebook and put it on the small table, and started working as if no one else was there.His fingers fluttered up and down the keyboard, and the sound of continuous tapping and the sound of the train moving up and down sounded extremely harmonious.

Originally thought that today's work could be completed within two hours like yesterday, but there was a small episode, and now Wu Mengyu's mind is very confused. He repeated the behavior of skimming the submitted articles, but his mind was completely away from the densely packed screen in front of him.His heart fluttered because of a beautiful woman, she came along the "flow" in a flat boat with a beautiful smile, but Yiren was in the middle of the water, so Wu Mengyu could only wait and see leisurely.Although he was not angry and resentful because of being rejected, other thoughts disturbed him.

Back then, I was still young, and everyone fell in love with me.He has read a lot of poetry and books, his speech is three points insolent, seven points of style, he dares to write and think about anything, embraces big dreams, and burns the flame of passion.The inspiration in his mind is like an inexhaustible river, and reading a book at will will make him full of ideas, and he can gain envious eyes from others just by simply moving his pen.

At that time, he really believed in dreams and loved them like he loved the other half of his life.He never left her, and they were the closest lovers in the world.In the article, he praised his lover's beautiful face, and tears filled his eyes because of her existence on the epitaph. He also denounced the betrayers who gave up their dreams in the text, and they buried themselves into mediocre dust with their own hands.His personality signature is invariably written: I can't imagine a world without dreams, just thinking about a person who can't dream, my face turns pale immediately.

After a few years, Wu Mengyu experienced the ordinary life and death and the warmth and coldness of human relationships, and he became a little discouraged and tired.He didn't say anything on the surface, but he knew in his heart that he had changed. He absorbed the nutrients of walking life from his past experiences. He found that his voice was too weak in the Vientiane world, which was ridiculous and lonely, so gradually No more fanatical propaganda.

One night when he was writing his diary, he found that he had a knife in his hand at some point. He stroked the smooth blade, and the cold light of the blade was threatening. He thought of a terrible thing, and he forgot to breathe in fear.He took up his pen again and hurriedly wrote down a sentence: "There is something I haven't understood yet, but I accept its approaching."

When he graduated from university, Wu Mengyu cut off his connection with his dream with that knife.He realized that he was an ordinary person who lived on words, and he didn't take any detours, so he was lucky enough.He stayed in the capital, rented a small apartment, found a job as a text editor, and worked steadily, living an ordinary and busy life every day. Until today, his life has basically not changed.

After working for so many years, Wu Mengyu has all kinds of experience. From the time when he repeatedly read a manuscript four or five times before making a decision, today he can make a decision after only a few tens of seconds of reading. He has practiced for 20 years.Don't look at his absent-minded review of manuscripts, in fact, the number of times he misses is very small, not to mention, even if some excellent works are really thrown into the pile of old papers, who will know?No matter how good the article is before it becomes popular, there is only waiting and missing.

For example, the author "Qi Lijiu" in front of me has a very good writing skills, the conception and style of the articles are relatively good, and she has her own personality, but Wu Mengyu seldom chooses her articles, the reason is very simple: too individual.This type of author is characterized by unique self-expression, but what the market needs is not a certain niche group of people. Whether it is dry chicken soup or biographies, even if they have no literary quality at all, as long as the audience likes them, they will always be ranked before literature.

What's more, everyone has their own personality. When a writer writes with personal characteristics and spreads these words to the world, he or she is actually promoting himself in disguise. Wu Mengyu hates this!There are so many people in the world, it is enough to turn individuality into commonality, unnecessary voice and publicity will only be annoying, who is not a unique person in the world?This naked irony needs no more!

When reviewing manuscripts, Wu Mengyu often felt that he was just a flesh-and-blood machine. For many years, he pretended to be an editor, doing nothing less than: reading, sorting, and selecting. The only review standard for this simple process was the market.He thought carefully about his contribution to literature as an editor, except for discovering the best-selling writer Lu Yin, the rest is very little.He tried hard to recall his expectations when he joined the job. Except for reading a lot of text, the others were far from each other.

In the midst of these huge contrasts and unsolvable confusion, Wu Mengyu pondered for many days and came to a firm conclusion: the so-called literature is mostly niche. Well, otherwise it's really literature.

(So, if you are really confident in your articles, please don’t be discouraged because the market reaction it brings to you is not good enough, let alone lose the motivation to continue writing, maybe you are making great strides towards literature !)

two.

Not long after the train was moving, there was noise in the compartment. Wu Mengyu took a few deep breaths but still couldn't hold it back. He slammed the mouse and closed the notebook angrily, which earned him some blatant attention.He felt eyes from different directions, which made him uncomfortable and annoying at the same time.He frowned, touched his trouser pocket, picked up his mobile phone and left. From the corner of his eyes, he saw a dark and dirty man sitting on his bed immediately, which touched his boundary.do not care.

Wu Mengyu lit a cigarette and let the misty white smoke drift away. He leaned against the car door and watched the railway tracks along the way through the small dilapidated window.The track is not straight, but roughly equal in thickness. As the train travels, you can see those cold and rusty iron bars beating as if they are alive.They dance very cautiously, but within the limited space of movement they dance wildly, undulating like sea waves, beating more compactly than raindrops, covering the huge land of the new era, showing off the tenacious green leather train endlessly. Life force and miraculous power to overcome the times.

Buzz buzz, Wu Mengyu's cell phone rang, and the caller ID was Lu Yin.

"Have you boarded the train yet?"

Wu Mengyu slowly exhaled a puff of smoke from his mouth.

"Well, it's noisy, what's the matter?"

"It's nothing serious, just to let you know that the people who will receive you after getting off the car have been arranged. You really caught up. I heard from the people over there that there are high-end goods prepared for the banquet."

"Oh?"

Lu Yin heard that Wu Mengyu was interested, and his tone rose a little.

"x8226x, not bad?"

"It's all lean meat? It's not new after all."

"Hey, you're starting to be a picky eater now? I'm really impressed. Next time you come to my house as a guest, I won't even be able to offer fetal food."

Wu Mengyu chuckled: "You entered Taoism earlier than me, and you haven't tasted any good stuff. I'm afraid you're used to this stuff, so don't compliment me here."

"High-end goods are given by God, you can't force them, you are lucky after all."

"Okay, my great writer will do what he says."

Lu Yin laughed out loud. Based on his understanding of Wu Mengyu, this was a completely perfunctory statement.

"I think Editor Wu is more suitable to be a writer than me. You have all the conditions. I really can't figure out why you don't write a book. Anyway, from my point of view, the book you write must be better than mine. .”

"Back to the old topic again, tell the truth, did the editor-in-chief give you money?"

"Haha, no money, but the editor-in-chief promised me: If Wu Mengyu is persuaded, I will give you an editorial job."

Wu Mengyu laughed and hung up the phone trembling all over.

Lu Yin is a smart guy with a sense of humor, and it's always a pleasure to talk to him.

Before Lu Yin became famous, he was one in ten thousand who wrote online articles. By chance, he was able to publish a book. Wu Mengyu was his editor in charge. The two talked very speculatively, and they hit it off immediately. Just became buddies.Lu Yin told the story very well. He is real and humble. He lives in a high-rise apartment, has many friends, and often holds parties.Wu Mengyu went there a few times, but he didn't like too much noise so he didn't go.

There are many things about Lu Yin that are fascinating, but none of them really attract Wu Mengyu.Lu Yin has always been curious about what it is.He doesn't understand why Wu Mengyu cares more about book reviews than he does, and why Wu Mengyu encourages him to create as if he is doing it himself. What he doesn't understand is that sometimes when he seeks Wu Mengyu's advice, he finds that Wu Mengyu's level is far above his. On the Internet, enthusiasm, persistence and talent are all there, why is such a person who is suitable for writing only an editor?

Wu Mengyu was asked these questions many times, and he either changed the topic, or gave a sentence that was too deep: "Seeing you insist on writing is like seeing my dream come true." Lu Yin was therefore even more curious about Wu's past, But that was a long time ago.That crazy memory was completely sealed in Wu Mengyu's heart. He built an extremely complicated maze for this, and locked the memories he didn't want to think of in the depths of the maze, which meant that he would never mention it again until he died.

Lu Yin's question made Wu Mengyu restless.Standing in front of the dusty memory, he paced back and forth, thinking, waiting for something to come.

three.

When my parents asked about the itinerary, Wu Mengyu replied impatiently: "It's ten hours late, and the timetable is available online, so you can check it all and you'll know everything?"

Parents were not displeased by Wu Mengyu's attitude, they had been used to it for many years, and it was no longer painful.

"I want to tell you good news, we brought back a native dog from our hometown, and sent you the photo?"

"Well, it's okay, I hung up."

Wu Mengyu rubbed the bridge of his nose under his eyes tiredly, and the photo came with a ding.

It was a three- to four-month-old ugly dog ​​with short dark yellow hair, a long face and a wide body, and there was hardly any beauty in the whole body.In the photo, the dog looks a little timid, with a pair of black eyes that are a little bit shiny against the light. It probably has a faint hope for the future, lying in a cardboard box as if flattering, but it doesn’t know that the warm home has left forever beside him.In short, Wu Mengyu had a good impression of it. He felt that it was a very gentle dog, and its eyes showed its kindness, which was enough.

In fact, Wu Mengyu likes dogs very much. He has raised several dogs, but they didn't last long.

The first one is white Jingbaer, smart and joyful, who welcomes Wu Mengyu back home on time when he is still in primary school, sleeps obediently on his lap when he is writing, and spends free time with him when he is watching TV and eating snacks And happy times.Later, Wu Mengyu went to other places to go to school with his parents, and the dog was sent back to his hometown in the countryside. On the day he sent it away, he hugged it tightly, held its paw, and whispered many whispers in its ear.I heard that it is doing well. It runs around with a group of dogs in the village all day long, and seems to be the leader.Wu Mengyu always wanted to see it, but before the opportunity came, the dog died of old age and walked peacefully. A small tree was planted in the place where it was buried. When he returned to his hometown to visit, the tree was already very tall, providing a shade at the gate.

The second is a yellow and white little country dog, round and round, who likes to bite shoelaces and cotton slippers.Wu Mengyu slept with it in the same room, took care of it personally, put a few shoelaces in its nest at night, and a cotton slipper he was wearing, and stepped on the cold ground with his bare foot to turn off the light. Their breath is audible.This fate was shallow, and soon because of moving, I gave it away again, to a relative, but there was no news, so Wu Mengyu didn't like to see this relative very much.

The third is a little black and white dog brought from a friend's house, which has suffered many disasters.When he was very young, he contracted worm disease from a bitch, and his body was covered with bumps. He scratched hard, and his skin was still scratching.When he was sent to the veterinary hospital, his whole body was shaved, and some medicine was applied, and his limbs were covered. It was very difficult for him to even walk.The treatment process is very long, and both people and dogs are uncomfortable.Wu Mengyu would quietly hold the dog in his arms at night when his parents were asleep. He scratched its bumps with fingers with short nails. The dog was very comfortable and fell asleep in his arms.

After that, Wu Mengyu moved again. This time he took the dog with him and took a long-distance bus with him, rubbing his dog hair all over his body.There was a small garden in the new home, and the dog had a great time playing there. Wu Mengyu felt relieved, said goodbye to Yiyi and went to college.In the summer vacation of freshman year, when I hurried home to hug my long-lost friend, I was told by my parents that the dog was given away.

It turned out that the dog was scared by the firecrackers during the Chinese New Year and lost it. It couldn’t be found. After more than ten days, it came home by itself.It used to hide when it saw people, but now it rushes up and bites from a distance. Residents in the community have many opinions, and the parents have to give it away.

Wu Mengyu's heart immediately sank from excitement, he wanted to get angry but didn't get angry, he was sad but didn't cry, he silently looked at the small garden in a trance, quietly thinking about something.

His parents asked him "Do you want to go and see it?"

Wu Mengyu shook his head resolutely, he went back to the room, and from then on, he just pretended that the dog didn't exist, and he didn't take the initiative to step into the garden.At the same time, his thoughts about home began to fade away. He had the idea of ​​escaping, and tried not to go home during the winter and summer vacations. He easily found a job to get busy, which successfully created a good excuse for him.

what is it then?

Don't forget that Wu Mengyu still insisted on his dream when he was in college. His talent and enthusiasm collided with his youthful years to produce a charming spark. This is a gift from God, how could he let it go for nothing?

Wu Mengyu wrote a long novel, and he integrated all his own things into it, relying on those words every day to heal the pain of the heart and the desire to burn passion.The novel was very successful, not only created a little fame for him, but also brought him a Bole who appreciated it.

The scent of success that he smelled from small aspects haunted Wu Mengyu's soul. His desire to create was soaring, and he almost crazily forgot everything to write.He knew clearly that he wanted to publish a book, a book that was entirely his own.Imagine casually opening your own book in your spare time, caressing the words on the paper at will, how beautiful it is!

Perhaps the creation of the novel absorbed Wu Mengyu's past, and he could only rely on the little thoughts and new feelings in his daily life to support his progress, but the deadline stood there, and he still couldn't understand it. Write calmly and at your own pace.Gradually, the pressure came from all directions, and his body was so heavy that he couldn't breathe. Sometimes he even sat dryly for a whole day but couldn't write a word.

One night, Wu Mengyu dreamed that he had failed. He stood outside the door where the editor rejected him with a thick stack of papers in his arms, crying. Frustrated, he woke up from crying, and sat on the bed decadently. dream.It is said that dreams are prophecies, but they can also be anti-phenomena. Wu Mengyu couldn't help reflecting when he heard the sound of his roommate's sleeping breathing in the dark night.These days have been crazy and decadent, my studies have been put aside to grow grass, and my writing has not improved much. What is the significance of my persistence?

Book, a book exuding Wu Mengyu's breath from inside to outside appeared in his mind.

Yeah, isn't it just for success on the road of writing?Even if this success is small, as long as it is achieved, it will be an affirmation and proof of Wu Mengyu's long-term persistence. This is the strength that every lonely writer needs.

success!Wu Mengyu set his goal on success again, this time he was cruel and ruled out all thoughts in his life except success.

When Wu Mengyu handed over the completed manuscript to the editor, he seemed to see himself smiling on the podium. The editor was surprised: "I have never seen someone as confident as you when the first book was published." ", Wu Mengyu just smiled.

joke!He took the risk to pick east and west, and exhausted all his talents and knowledge to combine the famous works of a Spanish writer with many articles of the literati in the Republic of China. If he failed, it would be a direct negation of Western literature and Chinese literature. Just collapse?This is really a joke!

The editor called Wu Mengyu to go to the publishing house. He had a calm expression on his face and was very happy in his heart.Before going to the publishing house, he deliberately went to a high-end restaurant near the school to order a meal. Tonight, he wanted to share the news of his success with his friends.

"You are very talented, and we all think you will be a good writer if you stick to it."

The editor spoke in a kind tone, Wu Mengyu didn't care what he said at all, he stared at a pimple on the editor's face, waiting for the word "success" to come.

"I've discussed it carefully with other editors, and this book is indeed very well written," the editor pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose, "It's just that when it comes to publishing, your book doesn't meet the requirements."

Wu Mengyu didn't understand the meaning of the editor's post at first. When he realized what he was facing, he stood up abruptly, and the stool fell to the ground under the violent action, making an extremely harsh noise.

"What did you say?" Wu Mengyu couldn't hide his disappointment and anger at all.

The editor was a little frightened, he stood up and patted Wu Mengyu on the shoulder, and then said: "I fully recognize your level, but your writing lacks the necessary personality, this is a big taboo in writing and publishing, you should think about it carefully." Go ahead. Young man, you still have a long way to go, this is just the beginning, keep writing, your dreams will guide you."

dream?guidance?So I went step by step to today?

Wu Mengyu walked from the publishing house to the school step by step, his mind was confused, and his body was like a clockwork doll, only knowing how to move forward.He walked from the noon when the sun was strongest to the night when the moon was waning, his feet were swollen and painful, and his eyes were dull.

"Dude? You didn't come to the restaurant?", a friend called him and asked him.

Wu Mengyu woke up suddenly, he pinched the bridge of his nose tiredly, and smiled inexplicably: "Come on, I'll come right away."

four.

The first time Wu Mengyu came across Lu Yin's article, he had a sense of familiarity. He understood what it was, and kept it silently in his heart.Lu Yin was lucky enough, the first editor he met was himself, which doomed his success from the very beginning.Wu Mengyu spared no effort to help him publish the book, sent stacks of sample books to Lu Yin's home, took pains to promote him, and personally urged him to complete the next book after book.Lu Yin himself said that Wu Mengyu personally sent him to the position of writer step by step.

Once Wu Mengyu got drunk at Lu Yin's house, he remained silent as if he had changed into a different person, he foolishly held a large stack of sample books in the study and refused to let go, he closed his eyes and wept wantonly, and caressed the pages with his fingers.The sharp edge of the new book scratched his fingers with bloody wounds. He squeezed the wounds hard, and the blood easily filled up and rolled down on the white cover.

Lu Yin quickly found a Band-Aid to cover Wu Mengyu's wound, and Wu Mengyu sighed: "It's useless, nothing can heal my wound."

Lu Yin had never seen Wu Mengyu like this before, and his sadness infected Lu Yin. He sat straight on the ground, and said with a half-smile: "Tell me, what else is there to hide?"

Wu Mengyu waved his hands, buried his head in the book, and sniffed greedily.

"I have written two novels myself. They cover all I have, and continue life with the nourishment of daily new life. I love them so much, I want to give these words a real home, so I spent All of Kari’s savings are printed by myself. I pile up my own books on the bed, and I read one of them every day, and then I read it all again. When I am sleepy, I lie in the pile of books and sleep. When I wake up, I continue to read, like a maniac."

Lu Yin listened quietly, understanding Wu Mengyu in an incredible way.

"One day I accidentally fell asleep for a long time. When I woke up in the middle of the night, I turned on the flashlight and habitually counted my books. A strange thing happened: one book was missing! It was still complete in the morning. A book is missing, where did it go? Who took it? What purpose did that person steal this book? Will he treat it well? Can he appreciate the concentrated emotions between the lines? Can he continue Is it alive? Questions haunt me, I'm so anxious and I can't find it, so I can't sleep anymore, and I open my eyes at night, hoping that the person will come back and get another copy, and then I will grab his Hand, tell him all kinds of precautions in detail."

"How did you feel after that?" Lu Yin asked, looking into Wu Mengyu's eyes.

"People didn't show up, but I was seriously ill and lay in the hospital for a month. I thought a lot in a month, and it seemed that I gradually walked out of the shadow of the past. On the day I was discharged from the hospital, I was very happy. The pen is about to write something, and guess what I found?"

"Your writing life is dying at an alarming rate."

"That's right, the source of inspiration I've always been so proud of has dried up, and even when I read other people's works, I don't have any ideas. It seems that God is determined to cure my disease. He has completely pulled out the root of the disease. gone."

Lu Yin laughed a few times: "Brother, you are really a shooting star, whether it is writing or life."

Wu Mengyu looked at Lu Yin in a daze: "What do you mean?"

"Meteors and fireworks are both beautiful, but the fireworks are more eye-catching because of the false and exaggerated colors. There are too many people passing by, and the meteors can only stay in the hearts of a few people. Fireworks are what amaze them. The deep inside is more charming, and everyone in the world is like this."

"What exactly are you trying to say?"

Lu Yin lit a cigarette and took a long puff, then slowly spit the white smoke on Wu Mengyu's face.

"Do you think this kind of world is real? Why are you persistently clearing away the fog? Don't hold on, I will show you some good things, so that the reality of this world will disappear."

Wu Mengyu came into contact with the new world, he plunged into it like a person who had been hungry for many days, and never came out again.He began to wander in various beautiful worlds full of desires, carnival every night, and squandered his limited life.He danced, laughed, and screamed in the crowd. He lived himself as Wu Mengyu, who couldn't tell the truth from the fake, and enjoyed his new life calmly.

Fives.

"How do you feel? I'm not used to it for the first time, right?" Lu Yin asked with a cigarette in his mouth.

Wu Mengyu squeezed his face and smiled, "Fortunately, it's much better than eating Yuemei dumplings before."

"Aunt Mei's dumplings are a good thing to bring back youth. She searched the nearby villages for five months to find fresh ones. They are intact and healthy, and they are the best in the world."

"It's good, five months is always much shorter than 50 years, I still prefer long time."

Lu Yin licked the tiger teeth on his lower jaw, savoring the taste of the steamed dumplings.

"Isn't the immortality everyone pursues unlimited life and eternal youth? You and I are enough."

"Yeah, life is delicious, you can't be more greedy."

six.

"Dear passengers, thank you for taking this train, and wish you a pleasant journey."