Tales on the Green Train

"What are you laughing at?" Zhang Yan buried his entire face in Hu Bing's back, the slight expression on his face could be transmitted to Hu Bing, and the subtle vibration in Hu Bing's chest was also transmitted to his face.

"Ah, is there?" After Hu Bing finished speaking, his back couldn't help shaking twice.

"It's useless to laugh, even if I become a drowned chicken, I'm still more handsome than you~"

"Yeah, I didn't compete with you, you are handsome, I laughed at me", Hu Bing simply let go of himself, "Hahaha..."

"..."

In order to take care of Zhang Yan's handsome image, they flew back to Zhang Yan's house as if flying close to the ground.

Zhang Yan jumped out of the car and climbed upstairs, throwing off the water droplets all over his body.Fortunately, Hu Bing had good physical strength and quick reaction, so he stepped up and followed in an instant, so he was not forgotten in the dark corridor.

When Zhang Yan took a shower, changed his clothes, and came out wiping his hair with a towel, Hu Bing suddenly remembered the business, "Why are you digging tree roots when you have nothing to do?"

Zhang Yan said, "Carve flowers."

Hu Bing: "??"

Zhang Yan took out the keys from his wet clothes pocket, pulled a paper towel to wipe off the water, and then picked out one to open the door of his room.

Hu Bing asked in surprise, "What door do you lock in your own house?"

Zhang Yan said, "Prevent thieves."

Hu Bing: "...I just force myself to believe it."

Zhang Yan seemed to raise the corners of his mouth and smiled lightly. For some reason, Hu Bing always felt that Zhang Yan who returned home was a bit different from the person who was talking nonsense and joking outside.

Zhang Yan's bedroom has a 1.5-meter bed and a large study table.There are some middle school textbooks and a few professional books stacked on the study table.

Hu Bing stepped forward and took a glance—"Root Carving Production Method", "Dongyang Wood Carving Graphic Language and Creativity", "Wood Carving Art Tutorial".There are also a few guitar tabs, the corners of which have been rolled up, blatantly revealing the owner's "luck" for them.

But there is no guitar in the house, probably because it is inconvenient to take it away at any time.

There was a roll of leather bags on the desk. Zhang Yan stretched out his hand and opened them. Inside were more than thirty knives of different shapes.

Zhang Yan took out one of the knives, and lifted off a palm-sized piece of wood covered by a red cloth. There were outlines of various red ink strokes on the wood, which had faintly revealed its prototype—a roaring tiger's head.

Zhang Yan used a knife as a brush, holding the wood with one hand and began to carve with the other.

Hu Bing was a little stunned - he didn't expect that he was really a carver!

He suddenly had a feeling of admiration for the boy of the same age in front of him - because he had something that he didn't have.

After thinking about it, he felt that Zhang Yan was a little uncoordinated. He always felt that he was not telling the truth when he was fooling around outside, but he exuded a strong artistic atmosphere when he returned home.

Tsk, those who engage in art are really abnormal, and they are split inside and outside.

Hu Bing still couldn't learn what it means to "leave half a sentence", he said bluntly: "You are really strange."

Zhang Yan didn't answer.

Hu Bing asked again: "Who did you learn to carve from?"

Zhang Yan: "It's natural, it's a hobby."

Hu Bing rested his arms on the table: "Hobbies, that's not what you and those two girls said."

Zhang Yan continued to laugh without answering, looking mysterious.Hu Bing was stuffed with curiosity in his chest, unable to keep his master's mouth full and ran the train. The unsatisfied curiosity was like a bee stuck in his heart, and he would sting from time to time, which was painful and itchy.

After Yuanfei Lake and his party came back, Zhang Yan was completely popular in the West District of Zinan. The most intuitive manifestation was that there were more people in the courtyard of "Laohu BBQ Restaurant" every day than before.In the past, the guests left when they saw that there were no seats, and changed to another one.And now...

Father Hu looked at the girls lined up in front of the oven with a dazed expression, "There are no seats, my child. There are so many people at this point, you may not be able to get in line even if you wait for an hour." The girl smiled. Sincerely, "It's okay, I'll just stand here and eat, hey, I'll have ten skewers and two Flammulina velutipes."

Hu's father was stunned for a few seconds and looked at the last person, "What about you? — Girl? Girl?!"

"Oh, I'm the same as her." The girl pointed to the person in front of her.

Zhang Yan, who had been watched all night like an animal, finally could no longer maintain his superficial calm—not to mention he had an embarrassment in broad daylight, and felt that he was speechless when facing Jiang Dong's elders.Facing this group of laughing and laughing heads, he always felt that what he said was not a good thing.

When I think of the image of a drowned chicken who was slipped around during the day... Now that I think about it, it is simply a mobile exhibition.

Zhang Yan approached Hu Bing and frowned, "Hey, what's going on?"

Hu Bing spread his hands while writing the list and said, "Che Xiang told me that only one girl fell in love with you, and I don't know what's going on—why, aren't you very good at handling it?"

Zhang Yan snorted, Hu Bing thought he was going to complain about something, but he spouted, "I really underestimated my own charm."

Hu Bing: "..."

Sure enough, the talented scholars and beautiful ladies during the day were all fake, and the dream was instantly shattered.

Zhang Yan: "You can attract so many flowers and butterflies if you are in such a mess - if you can't, you have to keep a low profile in the future, after all, the beauty has been so unlucky since ancient times."

Hu Bing rolled his big eyes towards the sky, and instantly put behind him the admiration of the daytime, and slapped the list on him, "I can't stop you from being so busy. Serve the food!"

Yihe Community is only 10 minutes away from Daokou Hutong. A few days later, Zhang Yan was blocked at the entrance of the Hutong—this is the price of being too "arrogant".

There are hooligans everywhere, stealing and abducting, and every school has bullies blocking the way to steal money from junior students.There is nothing special about Zinan West.

Zhang Yan came very late that day, Hu Bing greeted the guests, and had to look at the gate of the compound from time to time.

"Why don't you come?" Hu Bing murmured.Zhang Yan was already half an hour late.

I don't know if it's God's manifestation, or Zhang Yan and him have a good heart, anyway, after Hu Bing finished saying this sentence, Zhang Yan's figure appeared at the gate of the compound.

Hu Bing rushed forward and was about to ask, "Why is it so late today?" when he saw the footprints on his waist.

Hu Bing instantly understood that he was born and raised here, and he understood who the people around him were.It must be that Zhang Yan is too conspicuous, making some people dislike him.

Hu Bing didn't know why, but he actually felt a little ashamed.It's not worry, it's anger, it's embarrassment—why the environment he grew up in is so unkind to an unaccompanied outsider.

Zhang Yan patted him and said with a smile, "What's the matter, what's your expression?"

Hu Bing found it incredible that he was still laughing.

"You are late today," Hu Bing said coldly,

"Well, it's fine to subtract one hour or half an hour from the working hours," Zhang Yan said objectively.

"..."

Hu Bing turned around angrily, Zhang Yan: "..."

Is he angry? ?

"Hey", Zhang Yan grabbed his arm, and wanted to explain something, but when he turned around, he saw that the courtyard was almost full, "Do the work first, let's talk when we're done."

The two reached a consensus and temporarily reconciled.

After a busy night, the anger in my heart has almost disappeared along with the exhaustion all over my body.

Zhang Yan looked out of shape, but he remembered things in his heart.As the number of customers dwindled towards the end of get off work, Zhang Yan sat on the table with a plate of peanuts and asked, "Why are you so angry today? You look so gentle and quiet."

...Why does this sound a bit strange?

"I'm not a little girl, why are you so quiet?" Hu Bing inexplicably felt the anger that was barely stored in his heart dissipate in an instant, and he couldn't even touch the butt of his cigarette.

He didn't know if it was because of his inner thoughts, but he always felt that there was a triumphant smile in Zhang Yan's eyes.

Zhang Yan leaned his arm against his chin, "Hmm...you don't care about me, do you? Why, it hurts to see me being beaten?"

"..."

"Oh, it's okay, I know I'm more likely to cause trouble for the country and the people. Uh... last year in Jingzhou, I was confessed by a big brother who was three years older than me." He said it with aftertaste, as if it was true.

"At that time, you didn't know how to scare me, so I ran away. I just bumped into something...It seems to be a coach who insisted on dragging me to join their training to win glory for their team..."

Hu Bing narrowed his eyes, and looked at Zhang Yan, who was beaming with joy, with an expression of "I'll just quietly watch you pretend to be aggressive".He is now finally sure that this person is indeed talking nonsense.

It's enough nonsense to be confessed by a boy, and he just happened to meet a nobleman - the nobleman's words were vague, and it sounded like he was running a train.

Without the teasers and teasers, Zhang Yan took a sip of water resentfully, "You are so boring."

Hu Bing ignored him, "Someone beat you? Was the injury serious?"

Since this is a human saying, Zhang Yan tactfully let go of the sadness on his face, "It's a compulsory course for a newcomer. You see, I've been busy all night, and I seem to be seriously injured?"

Hu Bing didn't realize that his focus was a bit strange: required courses?It seems very experienced.

"I'll pick you up tomorrow." This is an affirmative sentence.

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Yan choked his throat with a sip of cold water, and almost spat out Hu Bing's face.

Zhang Yan thought in his heart: "This person really doesn't understand anything, right? As a buddy who has only known each other for a few days, this is a bit too considerate."

But he glanced at Hu Bing's sincere and ignorant eyes, and knew that this person was cleaner and purer than bleached toilet paper-he really didn't understand anything.

"You can come here if you want. It happens that I can walk on a hot day. Remember to ride a bicycle."

From that day on, Hu Bing went to Zhang Yan's place every afternoon, watched him sculpt the tiger's head for a while, and waited for him to go to work.

Zhang Yan was very serious when he was working, exactly the same seriousness as he was looking at a tree root by the lake and meditating that day.He was busy with his hands together, so he didn't have time to talk poorly, and he looked good-looking, dignified and stylish.

But Hu Bing had never seen his mother in the few days since he came here, and once asked him a joke.Zhang Yan said: "She is a tour guide and leads tour groups all year round. I haven't seen her a few times since I was a child, so I just get used to it."

Zhang Yan's tone was very flat, but Hu Bing never asked again.As a person with a complete and harmonious family, he is neither qualified nor able to understand other people's feelings.

The carving process of the tiger's head was very slow. Zhang Yan didn't go to the point of forgetting to eat and sleep when he used a whole piece of log for the round carving. Most of it was just for the pleasure of doing nothing, mainly as a hobby.

Hu Bing watched him change the knives from time to time - he could easily touch the desired tool without even looking at it. There are more than 30 knives, but those are the ones he uses most often.

Zhang Yan picked up a flat knife and said with a smile: "Every time I go to a new place, if I am bullied, I will use this to scare people. This time, if you didn't come to pick me up every day, this knife would become me. It's a close-fitting baby. Well...but I don't usually use it for carving, and this model is too big for me to carry large pieces of wood."

The lines on the tiger's head became more and more profound, and the majestic roar was gradually revealed.One knife at a time, as if counting the time when the master left.

Zhang Yan spent a week in the south west area of ​​Toz, but he only stayed here for a month before leaving.Before leaving, I only talked to Hu Bing - there is no way, because he has to leave his job from his house, and the two of them always have to inform each other every day.

I really answered the sentence: I leave gently, just as I came lightly, I waved my sleeves without taking a cloud...

Before leaving, Zhang Yan said: "This tiger head hasn't been polished and waxed yet, but it's too late. I think you like it very much. If you don't mind it, I'll give it to you."

Hu Bing looked at the two suitcases piled up in the living room and the empty bedroom, feeling lost and uncomfortable, "Why do you want to leave all of a sudden? You've only been here for a month or so."

Zhang Yan smiled lightly, sat next to him, and sighed, "I've been used to it for a long time... I've been wandering like this for more than two years, staying in every place for a short time, but this time it was very short. "

Hu Bing was puzzled: "Why?"

"There is no reason," Zhang Yan said.There are many things in this world for no reason.

"Then when will you stay longer?" Hu Bing asked again with a sincere face.

"Well...it depends on whether the landlord is paying one for one or one for three."

"..."

Zhang Yan turned his head and looked at him with a smile, "Do you want the tiger head?"

Hu Bing nodded with complicated emotions.

"Then I'll rub tung oil on you, and it will last longer," Zhang Yan said as he got up, and took out a tightly packed mineral water bottle from the suitcase - most of which was filled with yellow-orange tung oil.

He took a small bowl and poured it out a little, then rubbed it lightly with a soft brush, and the wood grain texture was revealed instantly.

He also said: "You wipe it with a soft cloth tomorrow, it will be much brighter. Remember not to get wet, but it is not a valuable thing, and it has no collection value."

That afternoon, Hu Bing bid farewell to Zhang Yan.Because he only said that he was going to leave on the day before his departure, and he did not announce it to the world with great fanfare, and no one else came to see him off except Hu Bing, which was completely different from his usual stinking show.

It was as if he was retreating on purpose, and the fire disappeared.Looking at Zhang Yan's back, Hu Bing always felt that the people and things he met, and the jokes he said were really just meaningless jokes to him.

It's no wonder that he always speaks out of shape, because he didn't intend to take it to heart at all.

The summer vacation has passed by in a hurry, and it has been more than a month since school started.It has been raining heavily these days, and there are also days when there are thunderstorms and no rain.

The old electric wires couldn't stand the toss, and the wardrobe was lit up with a few "stabs", but the annoying heavy rain kicked the sky and the well just couldn't come.

The woman's scream rang in my ears, and the sleeping Hu Bing was awakened by a pair of firm and powerful hands.The lazy brain finally came back to its senses. The doorway was filled with flames, and the woman's shrill scream was accompanied by overwhelming thunder.

"Go, it's on fire!"

Hu Bing woke up instantly, and his survival instinct led him to run wildly.

Because of the short circuit all the lights have long since died down.Because it was midnight and the roads were clear, fire trucks and ambulances arrived in a timely manner and did not cause much economic loss.

It's just that the child in Hu's mother's body is gone, but fortunately, he was rescued in time and the adult is fine.

It's just that I was too stimulated and my mind was not clear.

She can speak and hear well, but she can't speak.

Hu Bing looked at the submissive mother who only nodded and shook her head, with a bitter taste on the back of her tongue.The usually nagging and annoying mother suddenly became a mute overnight. I don't know if it can be regarded as a blessing among misfortunes. Except for her inability to speak, she is in good condition.

Three years later, Hu Bing was admitted to university.

This is the end of the first long memoir, and the words are full of unspeakable bitterness.