Tales on the Green Train

At ten o'clock the next morning, Zhang Yan was awakened again by the continuous knocking on the door. Zhang Yan opened the door with a bird's nest on his head, and Hu Bing's hand was still raised in the air outside the security door.Zhang Yan felt a little helpless, "Why did you come so early in the morning?"

Hu Bing looked at his watch and said, "It's ten o'clock in the morning, don't you usually wake up at this time?"

Zhang Yan opened the anti-theft door, Hu Bing entered and continued to babble: "It's not good to sleep too much, it's easy to get a headache."

Zhang Yan narrowed his eyes and wanted to say: I finally fell asleep at 05:30 in the morning...

Zhang Yan shrunk himself into a ball, turned around and shrank back into the bed, Hu Bing sat on the edge of the bed and looked at the back of his head.Zhang Yan's sleeping position is very special, hugging his knees and curling himself up into a shrimp.

"You know it's cold, but you don't know how to turn on the stove. Do you have a warm water bottle?"

Zhang Yan felt his heart being gently swept away, and he licked his dry lips, "It's in the drawer under the closet, I'm not cold." Of course it's not cold in the bed, how can it be cold after covering it all night, But he enjoyed the feeling of being taken care of.

Hu Bing pressed the quilt for him, turned around and boiled a pot of water, filled the hot water bag and went back to the kitchen to light the stove.

Zhang Yan felt that he was almost sleepy, but he just couldn't fall asleep. His whole mind was in a mess, and he felt like his mind was full of mud.

Hu Bing came here because he wanted to come here first, and because he wanted to verify whether he really liked Zhang Yan.Hu Bing knew that he was playing with fire, but he was the kind of person who would rather know the truth and be smashed to pieces than live his whole life in a muddle.There is a huge net in his mind called reason, which binds his body and mind.

But the rules of restraint are his own.

After the baptism of "scientific principles" last night, Hu Bing added a shovel of coal to the roaring flames with dark circles under his eyes. The "scientific truth" has people accepting and adapting to say that it is not wrong, and also firmly opposes wanton insults. For Hu Bing, who is stunned, at best, it is just a popularization of knowledge in this area, and it does not provide any substantive help.He can only explore the way forward in practice.

The half of Zhang Yan's face was frowning tightly, looking very uncomfortable.

"What's the matter?" Hu Bing put his hand on his forehead, and when he withdrew his hand, he deliberately hooked his delicate eyebrows, "I don't have a fever."

Zhang Yan felt that this person did it on purpose, and there was the word "seduce" in his tone.Thinking of him as a handsome young man, he has never experienced any kind of ambiguous scene, but this is really the first one that has ambiguously reached his bedside.But this person still pretends to be an upright gentleman, which makes him seem to be very unscrupulous and dirty.

"Headache," Zhang Yan said.

Sleeping with your head exposed in a cold room overnight won't cause you a headache. This has become a "daily pain" this winter.

The head of the bed was quiet for a while, and then most of the heat that had been accumulated in the quilt suddenly dissipated, and a person with a hot body crawled into the quilt.

Zhang Yan: "..."

His mushy head finally came to its senses.

Zhang Yan opened his eyes blankly, his tired eyelids folded into three folds: "What are you doing?"

Hu Bing didn't speak, but his hands "naturally" encircled him, his chin rested on the top of his head, and he said softly, "Go to sleep."

Zhang Yan: "..."

Sleep on your head!

Zhang Yan sighed helplessly, his throat was still a little hoarse, and his throat was a little swollen from catching a cold.He pretended to be ignorant: "Did you take the wrong medicine today?"

Hu Bing was strangely calm: "I'll tell you when I wake up."

His outrageous actions did not match his calm tone. Zhang Yan felt like he was a fish on a knife, and his skin was covered in goose bumps.

The temperature in the room gradually rose, and the pain in the heavy head stopped. The drowsiness finally overcame the doubt, and I fell asleep with my head tilted.In his sleep, he felt someone kiss him on the forehead.

There was a stubbornness in this kiss, more like possessiveness than love.

Zhang Yan dreamed that when he was a child, he set off firecrackers at the door of his house during the Chinese New Year, and there were lively firecrackers everywhere.He hugged a few second kickers and went downstairs, picked out the biggest end and placed it on the ground, then lit the fuse with incense, covered his ears and ran away quickly.But after a long time, the second kick didn't sound.

Little Zhang Yan stepped forward hesitantly, and moved forward step by step in fear. When he was less than two meters away, he suddenly "bang" two kicks and flew into the sky, scaring him to sit on the ground with his ears closed. buzzing.But soon the beautiful fireworks bloomed in the sky, and I forgot to cry.

When Zhang Yan woke up, his ears were still ringing, and he was sweating from the heat after sleeping.When the thoughts gradually came back, I felt that I was leaning against a big stove on my back.

As soon as he moved, a voice came from his ear: "Are you awake?"

Zhang Yan froze and let out a "hmm".

"I'll get you something to eat," Hu Bing said, getting out of bed.After finishing the hot water bag dutifully, he dutifully became a chef.

Looking at his back, Zhang Yan had only one thought in his mind: What exactly does this guy want?

But then I thought about it, why is he struggling, he is not a woman, and he will not suffer.

Damn, what do you want to do, if you want to seduce me, you are still young.He decided to come up with the "golden bell cover iron shirt" tactic, let the east, west, north, south, north wind, I stand still.

It was a bit embarrassing to eat without chatting. Zhang Yan picked up a chopstick and put vinegared shredded potatoes in his mouth, and said casually, "Didn't you say that you have something to tell me when I wake up?"

Hu Bing didn't speak for a long time, so long that Zhang Yan couldn't help but look back at him.

Then Hu Bing said with a serious face: "Che Xiang said... I might be gay."

Zhang Yan: "..."

He had a bad premonition, feeling that the foundation of the "unmovable" tower that had just been erected was a bit unstable.

Zhang Yan said calmly, "Oh, so are you?"

Hu Bing said, "I don't know."

"..."

Zhang Yan took a sip of water, thinking that he should say something, but he really didn't know what to say.He simply opened the drawer, took out a bag of soy milk powder, and made himself a cup of soy milk.

He was doing this series of things and felt that the people next to him seemed to be watching him all the time. Zhang Yan asked, "Do you want to drink?"

Hu Bing shook his head, and Zhang Yan closed the opened drawer again.He took a sip of the sweet and greasy soy milk, and felt that the atmosphere was suddenly difficult to describe.

After a long time, Hu Bing said again: "I really don't know, I have never encountered such a thing, and no one has taught me."

There are also no special TV series and books to teach people how to deal with homosexuality. This is like "sex", which has always been a taboo topic, and has been labeled dirty and abnormal from the beginning.

After all, there is no kind of education that teaches you what "do|love" is like teaching ancient poetry.

Hu Bing murmured: "But you are indeed different from others to me."

Even a fool can hear the doubt and confusion in his voice, let alone Zhang Yan is not stupid.

He just suddenly felt a little lost and sad for no reason.

"What's different?" Zhang Yan lowered his voice and asked in the same voice.

Hu Bing: "You are in front of me now, I really want to kiss you."

Zhang Yan: "..."

Hu Bing added: "Maybe I didn't understand it before, and I didn't think about it. I just like staying with you, and it doesn't matter if I don't do anything. Now I suddenly understand something, and I really think about it."

His word "special" was very heavy, and Zhang Yan didn't know what it was like to hear it.

Zhang Yan put down his cup and said calmly, "Then go back and think about it carefully, and think about it before you speak."

Zhang Yan put away the bowl, got up and went to the kitchen.Hu Bing grabbed the corner of his clothes, "Can I still come to you?"

Zhang Yan froze himself into a human mummy, and after a long time said: "...Actually, I think...it would be better if you don't come." He closed his eyes and sighed, "It's not that I don't want to see you, Nothing else. That is, if you want to forget or see a therapist, it would be more therapeutic to not see me, as I think others would suggest. You see what I mean?"

"I don't understand," Hu Bing said coldly.Today, his whole body is surrounded by an indescribable seriousness, only his eyes are cold and frightening at this moment.

Zhang Yan glanced at him from the corner of his eye, and took a step back unconsciously.

Hu Bing is usually quite a "warm guy", but now he is really a little panicked.Zhang Yan wondered if he was angry?So I replayed what I just said in my mind.

Tsk, well-founded, no problem.

Hu Bing stood up and stared at him, "I didn't want to see a psychiatrist. I didn't sleep last night, and I checked all the information I could."

Zhang Yan: "..."

Top students are different.

"I just want you to think carefully, why are you so scary?"

Hu Bing was taken aback for a moment, and then he restrained his outward hostility as if he came back to his senses.Unexpectedly, Zhang Yan added sternly at this time: "Besides, we are about the same size, and you may not be able to beat me."

Hu Bing: "..."

Hu Bing lowered his voice: "Then what are you asking me to think about?"

Zhang Yan knocked away the hand attached to his waist, took the bowl and went to the kitchen: "Think clearly about your sexual orientation."

Hu Bing asked: "Then do you like men or women?"

Zhang Yan said while washing the dishes, "I look at the face."

"..."

Hu Bing opened the door with a sneer, said "wait for me", and went downstairs.

Zhang Yan looked at the closed door and heard the voices in the corridor fading away, then stacked the bowls and put them in the cupboard.

Hu Bing almost jumped all the way down the stairs, until he ran into the old man who was coming back from walking his dog at the entrance of the corridor, and then coughed dryly and straightened his body.

Hu Bing felt that Zhang Yan had feelings for him, but he didn't expect him to look unreliable, so he thought a lot.

Che Xiang waved at the people on the basketball court, signaling that he would like to join the battle, but at this time the phone rang.

Che Xiang stretched his neck on the trombone: "...what?!"

The passing basketball was seamless, and hit his head with a "bang".

Three or ten minutes later, Che Xiangfei rushed to a desk in a corner of the library of the neighboring Acropolis University.

"Tell me what you said on the phone again!" Che Xiang lowered his voice and whispered.

"I have a showdown with Zhang Yan," Hu Bing said with a pure and innocent face.

"Are you sure it's a showdown and not a confession?"

"Almost, he asked me to come back and think about it. Think about it first before talking."

Che Xiang couldn't help but "tsk", "What do you mean? Do you agree or disagree? Hey, no, no, mother, you really want to be with him? Then you really have to think about it, buddy! "

Che Xiang may have been irritated, his logic was confused, his language was unclear, and he didn't know what he was talking about.He didn't expect that he would cause such serious consequences just by tapping the window paper lightly.If Hu Bing was really bent because of his vague words, then he would really feel guilty for the rest of his life.

"I'm thinking," Hu Bing said with his head propped up and looking out the window.

Che Xiang unconsciously began to tap on the table with a finger again, ticking like a clock telling the time.

"I think so, why don't you try talking to a random woman first?"

Hu Bing looked at him and raised his chin: "Don't you think this is a jerk?"

Che Xiang: "Then why don't you find a man to try?" He recommended himself: "I can sacrifice myself..."

Before he could finish speaking, Hu Bing spat out: "Get lost!"

Che Xiang wiped his face, and said bitterly and bitterly: "You said you are not interested in anyone else, why are you interested in him? ——What did you buy?"

"Diary, I found that I don't know myself very well, and there are many things I can't understand, so I want to write a diary to record it."

Che Xiang rolled his eyes at him, and said, "You sociology majors usually write few papers and reports, and you even write a diary to toss yourself—wait a minute, you don't want to write a love diary, do you?"

"Probably... not."

Che Xiang's face was blank for a moment, and he said: "I think you need the stimulation of beautiful girls now, well, there are many beauties in our art department, I will take you to stay tomorrow, and try to get you back as soon as possible!"

Hu Bing stared at him blankly: "...What if you can't break it back? What if you are born like this?"

Che Xiang spread his hands: "Then it can only be cold salad."

"Tsk...but all I can think about right now is Zhang Yan."

"Then think of Zhang Yan as a woman, and break this gender consciousness first." Every time Che Xiang said "break", he would add a "break" movement on his hand, which was vivid.

The next day, Hu Bing skipped his physical education class and was dragged by Che Xiang to the lobby of the Art Building of the University of Science and Technology to watch girls.

Che Xiang made a mean look: "Look at this, the lordosis is convex and the back is raised, do you feel the male hormone in the body is expanding~"

"No, I don't feel anything," Hu Bing said coldly.

"Well, what about this one? A classic beauty with long hair reaching her waist~"

"She's really pretty," Hu Bing added panting, "but I'm really not interested."

"Tsk, don't look at your phone, and don't call him. You hang him for three months. If you still have feelings after seeing him after three months, then I won't persuade you anymore. Wherever you go, I will tell you what to do." They will all open the way for you."

"Why three months?" Hu Bing asked puzzled.

"According to scientific statistics, it takes three months to cool down the impulse and make people understand their own hearts more calmly."

"According to where's the scientific statistics?"

"Chexiangevsky—hey, what about this little boy, do you have any special feelings?"

Hu Bing didn't speak for a long time, Che Xiang thought there was some drama, but it was Hu Bing who said, "His hairstyle looks like Zhang Yan."

Che Xiang slapped him on the back of the head with a "fuck", deeply feeling that this person is hopelessly ill.

The memoir ends here.