Tales on the Green Train

When Hu Bing returned home, a circle of relatives were chatting in the living room.Although Hu Bing's mother can't speak anymore, she still has a clear mind.The doctor said that it was a psychogenic disease that needed psychological treatment, but at that time, mental illness sounded like a curse, and few people really knew how to see a psychiatrist.Mother Hu went to the treatment for more than half a year anxiously, but she didn't see any improvement after spending money on it, so she went home arguing.

It has been a few years now, and the neighbors can understand her gesturing. At the beginning, the family couldn't accept it. It was very sad to see her gesturing without understanding what it meant. After a long time, you can only accept it slowly.

When Hu Bing looked at his mother, regret suddenly surged in his heart, feeling that he was a little too selfish.But he thought about it for a while, if Zhang Yan was placed alone in a cold empty house to celebrate the new year, watching the family reunion while he just slept under the quilt, he still couldn't do it.What a dilemma.

"Mom, hello to my aunts and aunts." Hu Bing said hello to each other and changed shoes at the entrance.

"Bingzi is back, this kid is really promising, he was admitted to such a good university..."

Mother Hu kept laughing.

Then someone got to the point, "Why didn't you come back during the Chinese New Year, did you have a date?"

Hu Bing: "...Uh, no, I stayed with my mentor. Where's my dad?"

Someone replied: "Drinking at your uncle's place."

That’s right, Chinese New Year is about walking around, eating, drinking and having fun from house to house.

Hu Bing: "Oh, I'm going to sort out the thesis report." After speaking, he carried the suitcase and entered the bedroom.

A group of housewives had never heard of what a "thesis report" was, and they only thought it was very powerful, so they didn't ask any more.

But he wasn't lying, he really brought a bunch of homework and extracurricular books.When I was in high school, I always heard people say that college is easy, no one cares about it, and there is no homework. Now that I think about it, it’s really fucking nonsense.Every day is a report of various reports, papers and papers. At that time, computers had not been popularized in ordinary families, and I wrote and wrote every day until my hands were disabled.His beautiful handwriting was trained in this way.

Hu Bing vaguely listened to the people in the living room talking about him, and they were nothing more than compliments, such as being obedient, sensible, and studying well.He has always studied well, but he learned to be obedient and sensible overnight from an accident at home.

He was used to hearing these compliments since he was a child, and he didn't have any special feelings. He just felt how these people could talk about others behind their backs so blatantly, and they took it for granted.Hu Bing felt that no matter whether it was praise or sarcasm, no one likes others to talk about themselves behind their backs, and it is still such a blatant preaching, even if you don't let me hear it?However, it has always been normal for relatives, elders and neighbors to discuss and compare children behind their backs. People have been in this environment since they were born, and they gradually get used to it.

Hu Bing sighed, took out his mobile phone and sent a text message: "I'm home." He suddenly found that he was getting annoyed by this kind of praise from others, maybe he was planning a huge rebellion, and this boast was forcing He continues to be a "good boy".

Zhang Yan quickly replied: "Well, Happy New Year."

Hu Bing: "Happy New Year, stay safe."

Hu Bing took out the books in the suitcase and started to deal with the winter vacation homework.Just as he was about to write, he took out a warm yellow notebook in a flash. On the cover of the notebook, there was a picture of an old man wearing a straw hat fishing by the river.

He held the pen and thought for a while, and wrote a line on the title page: "July 1999, 7, the first day I met Zhang Yan, I was shocked..."

Then finish the diary for the day before starting to work on the homework.

Hu Bing had just written a thousand words in his thesis, when Che Xiang rolled over.Hearing Che Xiang's greetings from the elders in the living room, Hu Bing reckoned in his heart that this kid had calculated his time to come here on purpose, and he didn't call to notify him before he came, but he just rushed to grab the ready-made ones.

Sure enough, when Che Xiang entered the bedroom, he let out an "ouch" and teased, "Bingzi, are you still alive?"

Hu Bing kept writing, and only raised his eyes to give him the white of his eyes.Che Xiang looked back at the door cautiously, put his elbows on the table, "What did you say, it's so calm?"

Hu Bing also lowered his voice: "It's only the first day here, and there is no 'Grand Court Meeting' yet, let alone the 'Hongmen Banquet' after that. I plan to go out as much as possible this year and not stay at home, for fear of being tortured by the army of saliva."

Che Xiang first frowned and stared at him: "Is it worth it buddy?"

Che Xiang probably has the ability to adapt quickly even if he is thrown in the tropical rainforest. He just asked "Is it worth it buddy?" The next sentence is "How far have you guys developed?"

After finishing speaking, he rubbed his chin and said, "Zhang Yan has nothing else to do but looks good. You won't lose out if such a young man falls into your hands. Everywhere he goes, he is always a person who is 'everything is always spring'. If the Tao is cut off by you, it is not certain who will suffer."

Hu Bing: "..."

Hu Bing felt a bit speechless, and didn't know whether to be happy or worried.

Che Xiang bumped into him, and asked again: "Hey, how far has it developed?"

Hu Bing put down his pen, and made a "three" gesture to him, "It's the third time, I said, can you gossip a little more?"

Che Xiang gloated and said, "I've been doing research at home for the past few days. Are you up or down?"

Hu Bing: "..."

Che Xiang looked at his face: "What do you mean by that stiff expression on your face? Come on?"

Hu Bing: "Get out!"

Hu Bing realized that his voice was a bit loud, so he subconsciously glanced at the door—the sound insulation of the house is not good, so you need to be careful when you speak, "I said your brain is full of shit? Why are you studying this when you have nothing to do? "

Carriage took out a CD from his pocket with a meaningful face, and raised his eyebrows at Hu Bing, "Hey, research and research. This resource is a bit unique, and it's always hard to find. I almost ran all over Zinan to find it. I found one or two sets in total, and I’ll give you another set after I’ve finished watching it. Recently, there are so many people in my family that I haven’t found a chance.”

Hu Bing: "..."

Although he really wanted to despise Che Xiang's integrity now, he had to admit that he was really moved.

Che Xiang probably wanted to hang him, and deliberately didn't put the CD in his hand, just waiting for him to reach out to take it. Two minutes later, the CD was lying in Hu Bing's drawer, and then the two of them went out shopping in a very unscrupulous manner.Talking about each other's "view of love" while shopping is mainly to talk about "view of love".

Before going home, Hu Bing also put the ring on his neck, because he was afraid that his family members would not be able to explain it clearly, and the description would become darker.Zhang Yan saw it and didn't say anything.It's just that once Hu Bing thinks of him, he can't help but want to pinch the ring. If this little action is seen, it may be even more difficult to explain.But Che Xiang is an insider, so he doesn't need to pay attention to these things.

Seeing his small movements, Che Xiang hooked the black braided rope around his neck with his index finger to pull out the ring, "Hey, are you wearing all the couple rings?"

Hu Bing couldn't help a smile on his face, and Che Xiang couldn't stand it anymore, "I'm so sweet, so sweet."

Hu Bing kept texting Zhang Yan with his mobile phone, and the words typed under his fingers were super gentle and serious: Where are you?have you eaten?Don't oversleep.Is the phone bill enough?I'll rush for you...

What came out of his mouth was: "What do you mean by the position you just mentioned? How can you still get sick and have a fever? Will it hurt?"

Che Xiang: "...Don't you high-achieving students like to go to the library to check information?"

Hu Bing: "There is no such thing in the library, otherwise I still need to ask you?"

Che Xiang thought about it, so he pointed his thumb out: "An Internet cafe just opened on West Street, do you want to go?"

Hu Bing hesitated for three seconds, and followed the man decisively.

Zhang Yan saw the other party say, "I'm shopping with Che Xiang, I'll bring you some delicious food when I go back." Then there was no more to say.He felt that this taste was a bit sweet, he did not know how many times he had been on the train since he was a child, and it was the first time he was chased by someone to greet him like this.A little unaccustomed, but the taste is not bad.

The 20-hour train ride has only passed ten hours now. If you buy a hard seat, your butt may bloom. If you have money and conditions, you still have to pursue the quality of life.

Zhang Yan said: I will sleep for a while.

Hu Bing: Okay, I will call you in two hours.

Zhang Yan: "..."

He has never slept for more than two hours during this journey, and it is strange that he is not sleepy yet.

When Hu Bing returned home late at night, he felt that his whole body was not well-his head was full of pornography, and the cold wind couldn't blow away the sense of picture that was active in his mind.Although most of what he reads are written, but he can't stand the rich imagination of the human brain.

He sat in the garden of the community, let the cold wind blow his dizzy head, and then took out to look at the name in the contact.First sent a text message asking: Are you awake?

Zhang Yan replied: I'm awake.

It was just one phone call.

Hu Bing: "What time do you get off?"

Zhang Yan: "Tomorrow morning around 05:30."

Then the two of them didn't talk for a long time, Zhang Yan smiled and said in a low voice, "What's the matter? Why do you feel like you have something on your mind."

Hu Bing: "..."

This is too discerning...

"No," Hu Bing scratched his head in embarrassment, "I just don't know what to say, and I want to hear your voice." He licked his lips and asked half-jokingly, "Can I sleep with you?"

Zhang Yan: "..."

If Che Xiang were here, there would be a moment of silence for his "showdown".

Hu Bing asked again: "Can you?"

Zhang Yan: "No."

"Let's discuss."

"Refused to negotiate."

"Baby~"

According to Zhang Yan's understanding of men, usually the prey he gets is smelly, there is no way, he is a man himself!

In fact, Zhang Yan doesn't know much about these emotional matters - including family, friendship and love. He has never had in-depth contact with a certain person. He usually just flirts with a few words and leaves after flirting. There is no possibility of further development.

So when Hu Bing first intervened in his life, he was very uncomfortable, but he didn't have the nerve to show it.That feeling is like throwing a handful of beans on the sleeping bed, but I'm used to it, and I don't get used to it without it.

He didn't know when he was tempted, but he just accidentally discovered that he had some extra expectations for him out of thin air.Zhang Yan knew that once these expectations were destroyed, they would be destroyed, and there was basically no possibility of rebirth, but Hu Bing did not destroy them, instead they often exceeded expectations.So the expectation is gradually rising, and I don't know when the quality will change...

He has been chased by many people, and he has been chased many times, but it was the first time that he was chased so flustered.

He is used to the life of broken stems, but in his heart he longs for the fallen leaves to return to their roots, but he has never learned how to live the days of fallen leaves returning to their roots. Instead, he really feels like "falling leaves return to their roots" when he boards the train.In short, it is uncomfortable no matter what, and both sides are uncomfortable.

Zhang Yan didn't speak for a long time, Hu Bing thought he was angry, so he made amends and said, "I'm just joking, don't be angry."

"...Well, I'm not angry." Zhang Yan realized that the atmosphere was not right, so he found something to adjust the atmosphere, and teased: "Is it that easy to get me? I'm very expensive, and I'm still a baby.

Hu Bing answered wisely: "Hmph, anyway, sooner or later it will be mine, not less than a day or two."

"It's impossible for you to have a chance."

"Don't, you are the oiran, you are the most expensive and you are the most beautiful, right?"

The two joked for a long time before hanging up the phone.The sky was getting darker, fog began to form in the winter nights in the north, and the temperature was getting lower and lower, but the train Zhang Yan took had already entered the Jiangnan area, where the grass was still growing and warblers were flying.

After such an encounter, the pornography in Hu Bing's mind suddenly turned into a brainless romance novel that anyone under the age of 13 can read.

If you don't let it, don't let it go. How can you stay away from it?Hu Bing looked at the night sky mournfully.

Zhang Yan's train got stuck on the road for half an hour, and he didn't get off until six in the morning.He slept well all night, after all, the train is his "home", it is very comfortable and has a sense of belonging.But Hu Bing basically didn't fall asleep all night, because he was so scared by his own imagination that he didn't fall asleep.

Zhang Yan woke up early in the morning and saw more than 30 unread messages. While packing his luggage, he called to report that he was safe and explained that the train was late.

"Why is it late?"

"I don't know, I fell asleep. The flight attendant woke me up only at the station."

"Oh, as long as it's okay. Do you still have to go there when your mother gets married?"

"Well, it's time to buy a ticket, hurry up."

Zhang Yan saw people waiting at the exit from a long distance, so he said, "I'll hang up first, my mother is here to pick me up."