Tales on the Green Train

Zhang Yan felt a little headache when he saw his mother. There is no winter in Zhucheng all year round. Zhang Yan wore a red and green patterned cheongsam, stepped on a pair of ten-centimeter stiletto heels, and drew a retro big thick Makeup, use hair gel to keep the hair in place, and you don't need to look at the face to know that it is the biological mother and child.

The first thing Zhang's mother said when she saw her son was: "Why is he dressed so plain?"

Zhang Yan looked down at the casual beige sweater he was wearing, "Go back first, I'm going to die of heat!" If there were no women in the next shop, he originally planned to change into unlined clothes in the car.

Zhang Yan's mother wandered in the mountains and seas all year round, and she couldn't live in peace even with Zhang Yan.But people are always dissatisfied with their current situation. For example, Hu Bing has said more than once that he envies Zhang Yan for traveling thousands of miles at a young age. Although Zhang Yan feels like a rootless dandelion, his mind is floating. indefinite.

As you grow older, you will find that the reason why people fly freely is because the background is stable, just like a kite needs a stringer if it wants to fly high, otherwise it is water without a source and a tree without roots. On the surface, it looks chic and free. Incomparably, in fact, I panicked a lot.

Zhang Yan and his mother got out of the station. Zhang Yan glanced at the car waiting at the station, and gave his mother a meaningful look, "I said you won't be taken care of by some local tyrant, right? Or Can such a rich man fall in love with you? Or is it from my grandpa's generation?"

Zhang's mother was about to step on her son's foot with a stiletto, but Zhang Yan dodged it very presciently. This kind of tacit understanding seemed to be how many times he had trained in private.

The driver got out of the car very politely, then bowed slightly to Zhang's mother, and opened the car door. Zhang Yan was shocked by this royal treatment, and immediately raised his noble aura, standing upright like a son. Straightened his chest, and secretly sighed: Today's clothes are indeed too plain, which doesn't match his temperament!

The car drove to a well-decorated suburban villa. Zhang Yan maintained his superficial extravagance and drummed in his heart: Who exactly did his mother provoke?Don't sell it to others?

Zhang Yan glanced at the driver, feeling that there was one more person who had something to say and it was not easy to ask directly, so he secretly withdrew his gaze and turned to his mother who rowed without oars.

His mother didn't intend to talk to him, and played the role of a lady with gusto.Zhang Yan glanced at the roof of the car, and went to take a nap instead.

The family that greeted him didn't look like a royal aristocrat, no nannies and drivers standing in a row as shown on TV, all bowing to say hello.But to be able to buy a small three-story villa in the suburbs of Zhucheng City, that is also a bourgeois small local tyrant.

As soon as Zhang Yan got out of the car, a Mediterranean who looked about 50 years old walked up and hooked his shoulder enthusiastically, "Oh, I'm here, I was just about to call to ask—look at this guy, how old is he?" Better than your mother."

He gave him a sideways look like a baby, and Zhang Yan immediately understood who this Mediterranean was.

"Hello, Uncle," Zhang Yan greeted politely.

"Hey, good", Hai Hai patted him on the back a few times, and then led him into the house.

Zhang Yan breathed a sigh of relief, and judged that his mother hadn't been fooled into being a mistress, but he didn't understand how this person fell into his mother's eyes - first of all, he didn't fit the image.In the end, it can only be blamed on true love.

Hai Hai introduced him to his family one by one. Hai Hai's real name is Chen Tianrui, and his son Chen Ziyuan, who is three years older than Zhang Yan, has just returned from studying abroad.

When it comes to studying, Zhang Yan will unconsciously feel sad and inferior - what a stark contrast.In fact, if he really walked the path that most people have walked and has been growing up in school, he may not become a worry-free child with excellent grades and a better future.But if you don’t go through it like this, you will feel a little regretful, just like giving up after trying many things and retreating early, the mood is different.

Of course, the most important thing is that this inferiority complex will be unconsciously magnified countless times in front of the talented student Hu Bing.

Zhang Yan's back was very straight, but in fact he didn't have any confidence in his heart. He smiled slightly at Chen Ziyuan who was sitting on the sofa with his mouth turned up. Turn to look at TV.The people on the TV are talking in broken Mandarin, and they don't know what they are saying unless they read the subtitles.

Zhang Yan pressed the center of his eyebrows, and suddenly felt a little tired. He secretly tugged at the corner of his mother's clothes, "Is there a place for me to rest, I want to catch up on sleep first, I didn't sleep well in the car."

Chen Tianrui is very busy, with an average call every 3 minutes, it is not easy to speak a complete sentence with him, which saves him the embarrassment of being in the cold.Zhang Yan walked up to the guest room on the third floor with his tired body, and before leaving, he whispered something in his mother's ear: "Don't make any discordant sounds to disturb my sleep..."

If it weren't for so many people at home watching, the fucking stilettos would have hit him in the face!But in the end, he could only blush and watch his son go upstairs with the screen on.

Hu Bing sent him several messages, each of which was full of words, and each of which was full of gossip.Zhang Yan casually replied a few messages, not wanting to disturb the drowsiness that had finally surged up.After all, people can only live for five days without sleep, but they can live a whole life healthier without falling in love.

After having a polite meal with Chen Tianrui's family, several pseudo-family members exchanged feelings for a long time at the dinner table. Zhang Yan's smiling face was a little stiff, especially when he was talking with a face of ice cubes for a long time. Time——Ice Cube Face never looked at him from the beginning to the end.Zhang Yan couldn't help but slander: Is it amazing to be rich?If it wasn't for my mother, I wouldn't be bothered to talk to you!

The two quasi-brothers sat side by side on the sofa and watched SpongeBob SquarePants all night. Zhang Yan felt a little embarrassed by his smirk, because the corner of his mouth next to him hadn't turned up. Where.

your mother!

"I still have to catch a plane tomorrow, and I have to go to work at night, so I'm leaving first," Zhang Yan said politely, and then bid farewell to his mother and stepfather-to-be and climbed back to his guest bedroom to complain to Hu Bing.

Zhang Yan: My brother-to-be is an idiot!

Hu Bing: What?

Zhang Yan: He has a coffin face.

The two chatted for a long time, and finally found that sending text messages was too expensive, so they simply called and scolded each other under the covers.It took Hu Bing one night to figure out Zhang Yan's future family, and his comment was only one sentence: Then you are now the quasi-rich second generation?Is there really such a thunderous story in the circle of the rich that there are 36 schemes to fight for the crown prince?

Zhang Yan: "...have you read too many romance novels?"

Hu Bing really wanted to say that what he was looking at was not romance, but he didn't dare.

In the early morning of the next day, Zhang Yan was ready to leave with his bag on his back, which was more timely than the hotel guests who charged at the card point.When Zhang Yan got downstairs, he saw his mother had changed into a goose yellow dress and was waiting for him downstairs.

"I'll take you to the airport," Zhang Yan heard his mother say to him very seriously.

Zhang Yan raised his brows slightly, guessing in his heart that his mother had something to tell him, and probably told him to move.

Sure enough, Zhang's mother discussed with him while driving: "Why are you going back? I'll have someone pack your things for you and send them over directly."

Zhang Yan smiled meaningfully: "Hey, why, you plan to take your son into someone's home before you get married? It's a bit too proactive—what do you like about that Mediterranean Sea?"

Mother Zhang turned her head to look at him. She didn't know if it was an illusion. She felt that her son was a little different from before, so she asked decisively, "Did something happen to you in Acropolis?"

"No," Zhang Yan said casually while looking out the window while resting his chin.

"Then why didn't you come this time?"

"You already have a master, so you don't need me to follow you all the time, right? Besides, I'm an adult, and we all have the ability and conditions to take care of ourselves. Well, it can be considered a good death. Mediterranean people are good, don't act, live a good life Well, you should be a head after wandering all your life."

"Well...then I should also wish you a good life?"

Zhang Yan froze, turned to look at her, and saw that his mother was looking at him with a meaningful smile on her face.Looking at each other, the two instantly understood what the other was thinking.

Zhang Yan turned his head, "Let's talk about it."

Zhang's mother raised her eyebrows indifferently, "I was thinking about letting you go abroad to study some major, but now, do you want to go?"

"Hmph, what major can I study after graduating from junior high school?" Zhang Yan closed his eyes and sighed, "It's fine if I don't starve to death. I'm living a pretty good life now. You should keep your status. His son seems to have a problem with me. "

Ms. Zhang has seen more people than she has eaten, and she can detect a ton of meaning from the most subtle tone of voice. She suddenly pointed out: "Everything is too late, and you can't take it too seriously, otherwise you will hurt yourself and delay others. .”

Zhang Yan's eyelashes flickered, but he didn't say anything.

In the waiting hall, Zhang Yan suddenly gave his mother a piece of advice quietly before going through the security check: "Advanced women are very dangerous, and they will have fewer and better births to live a healthy life..." Then he slipped away.

There is no such thing as an adult marriage where you and I will die or die. Most of them are the ones that feel that they can make do with it.But based on Zhang Yan's understanding of his mother, she is definitely not the type to make do with life, otherwise she would have made do with it long ago.

But he didn't think about it until he left, what exactly was his mother looking for in the Mediterranean Sea.But his son's growth is not bad, Zhang Yan can only reluctantly understand that she is interested in his genes.So before leaving, I emphasized the country's current population policy.

Hu Bing was studying the "view of love" during the winter vacation, so he could only stay up late in the last few days to finish his homework, and then boarded the train back to Acropolis with two dark circles under his eyes.He is back, but half of his heart is still in the city where the streets are empty and full of smog.

Apart from the developed economy, the Acropolis really has nothing beautiful to speak of.Hu Bing plans to go to Yancheng with Zhang Yan to develop after graduation. There are beautiful mountains and rivers there, and it is also a first-tier city. It was just that he wanted to be close to home during the college entrance examination, so he chose Acropolis University. Now that I think about it, I am really grateful for the one who read it in a flash. choose.

After Hu Bing dragged the suitcase into the dormitory, he flew to Zhang Yan's house. When he went downstairs, he turned too sharply and bumped into Li Ming who was carrying a bowl of noodles, and the noodle soup spilled all over the floor.Li Ming was so angry that he stood at the entrance of the corridor and kept hopping and scolding his mother, and then he could only look at "Reganmian" in blank dismay.

It was three o'clock in the afternoon when Hu Bing arrived, and Zhang Yan was eating. When he opened the door, he was holding a boiled egg in his hand. The two looked at each other for a moment, and then laughed silently.

As soon as Hu Bing came up, he took away the egg yolk from the corner of Zhang Yan's mouth, and then gave him a delicate and long kiss.

"I miss you so much," Hu Bing put his arms around his waist and said, "Did you eat well recently? Why do I feel like you've lost weight?"

Zhang Yan said with a smile: "You feel wrong." In fact, he almost blurted out: It is scientifically proven that people who have not seen him for a long time feel that he is thin, and this is just a psychological effect.Because you care about a person, you will always feel that he has lost weight unconsciously, even though his real weight may have gained 10 catties...

"Have you eaten yet?" Without waiting for Hu Bing to say anything, he added: "I want to eat and make it myself. I didn't expect you to come here and not do your part."

Hu Bing leaned over and kissed him, then turned around and went to the kitchen to get himself a bowl of boiled noodles, and asked while eating, "How will you spend the Chinese New Year next year?"

Zhang Yan sneered, "We'll talk about next year."

Hu Bing: "See your mother's boyfriend? How do you feel?"

Zhang Yan: "Mediterranean, I don't feel it."

Hu Bing: "..."

He suddenly thought of his father's bald head, and the mystical and scientific things like genes, so the little heart that was hit had no desire to ask any more questions.When he was washing the dishes, he suddenly said to his heart: "Can I live here in the future?"

It was only then that Zhang Yan remembered what the two of them had talked on the phone before, and his face froze unnaturally. If he looked carefully, he could even see that he was a little flustered.

Zhang Yan was silent for a moment and said, "Come if you want."

He handed the choice over to someone else, as if that would convince himself he was forced.Since it is forced, no matter what happens in the future, I will not blame myself or regret it.

Hu Bing didn't know Zhang Yan's little thoughts, he just thought that Zhang Yan's little heart, which was sensitive and delicate from time to time, was more and more accepting of him.Hu Bing's eyes were tinged with ambiguity, he turned around and wiped his hands, and then quietly hugged him from the side, "Didn't your mother move away? At worst, let's sleep in separate beds."

Zhang Yan gave him a proper roll of the eyes, indicating: I believe you a ghost!

Hu Bing laughed silently, "If I knew it earlier, I wouldn't drag the suitcase back to the dormitory, and now I have to drag it down again. Well, I didn't expect you to agree..."

Zhang Yan ignored him, broke free from his embrace, turned around and sat down at the table, took out a piece of white paper and began to outline the sketch. Hu Bing understood instantly, obediently moved a bench and sat next to him, and didn't make any more moves.

After the new year, winter will pass, and in a blink of an eye, it will be March when the grass grows and the warblers fly.All kinds of flowers begin to bloom, the gray sky becomes vibrant and bright in a blink of an eye, the air is warm, dry and full of fragrance, the waves of spring breeze stir up the hormones in the human body, allergies, allergies, hormones burst out, and suddenly want to have a little love , If you really can't find a partner, just watch Korean dramas and make love.

Until the beginning of April, the breath of spring is the strongest.Hu Bing's schoolwork is actually quite heavy, and it really depends on making time for a relationship, but fortunately, the time arrangement is reasonable, and it can take care of both.

After the two established a relationship, Zhang Yan seldom went to his school to find him, so as not to be seen what caused Hu Bing's psychological pressure. Of course, Hu Bing couldn't understand his thoughts.Hu Bing only thought that it was the beauty with the mouth that was suddenly shy. Seeing a white peacock with its tail spread all over the place suddenly became shy for himself was quite a sense of accomplishment.

The daily life of the two people is often like this: Hu Bing is buried in the sea of ​​books, Zhang Yan is buried in the wood, the two live in peace, do not say a word, they are doing their own things, and occasionally look up at each other, but it is a coincidence that in In countless visits, they didn't even look at each other.

Hu Bing finished the last full stop gracefully, and then stretched his waist for a while, lowered his elbows to the table and concentrated on looking at the person opposite.He looked at it for a while and then glanced at the artwork on the wall. It was two flying dragons circling upwards, competing for a fireball, and the base was a cloud of auspicious clouds.

The general wooden dragons are a dragon flying horizontally supported by a long strip of auspicious clouds below, and almost no hovering upwards.Hu Bing thought, this is the difference between mass production in factories and artisans. This wooden dragon carving machine will definitely not be able to mass produce it.

Hu Bing thought about it and felt proud: My boyfriend is really excellent!

Since Hu Bing kept staring at him, the spell was broken. Zhang Yan subconsciously raised his head and finally looked at him. Then he stretched and relaxed, "Are you finished?"

Hu Bing nodded while holding his face.

Hu Bing rolled his eyes, and suddenly said: "Spring is here, do you want to go to school to enjoy the flowers?"

Zhang Yan said casually, "Appreciating flowers? Such an elegant sentiment?"

Hu Bing got stuck, and Zhang Yan suddenly sensed something from this brief silence, so he asked, "What exactly do you want to do? To be honest."

Hu Bing: "..."

Hu Bing leaned over to look at him, and whispered, "It's been a long time since I went out on a date, you see it's spring now... It's okay to go out with me to see the flowers, mushrooms are growing on both of our heads, look."

Zhang Yan looked at the black head stretching out in front of him, subconsciously dodged back, "Go to the basketball court to play a game?"

Hu Bing: "Is there something beautiful, romantic and refreshing?"

Zhang Yan: "Play tennis?"

Hu Bing: "..."

Zhang Yan hesitated for a moment and said, "Why don't you just go out for a stroll."

"You can have this," Hu Bing said.