Tales on the Green Train

On Christmas two years ago, □□ hesitated and finally failed to show his friendship, and a series of romantic thoughts came to naught.Two years later, at Christmas, he finally achieved a positive result, which was both expected and unexpected by everyone.

When Hu Bing announced the news first, Li Ming and Liu Wanlin subconsciously glanced at Jiang Yue at the same time, and then looked at each other meaningfully in tacit understanding.

Jiang Yue should be a very affectionate person, but her ambiguous expression pushed the story to the current development direction step by step. Character determines destiny, and finally such a flower bloomed.While others were cheering and congratulating, Li Ming and Liu Wanlin, two sensible people, felt a little helpless. Li Ming had a strange premonition: all the ups and downs started from now.

In the evening, Hu Bing cooked the meal, and it was inevitable to bring up this matter during the chat at the dinner table, but Zhang Yan didn't express any opinions.Hu Bing remembered that the two of them were alone on Christmas Eve, and wanted to ask if you said something to her?Before he could open his mouth, Zhang Yan said, "Oh, by the way, I'm going on a business trip next week, and it will probably take more than a month, as the master said."

Hu Bing was taken aback for a moment: "You guys still have to go on a business trip? Why is it taking so long?"

Zhang Yan looked up at him while eating, "Go to Yancheng, old Mr. Liu Guolin is going to hold an exhibition there, master took us there to help, and should be back by the end of the year."

Hu Bing slightly possessed himself: "Then I'll wait for you to come back?"

Zhang Yan hesitated for a moment before saying, "Okay."

He originally wanted to say that you should go on vacation first, and you can go home first, but when he thought that this was inappropriate, he might have conflicts if he said it.

Hu Bing didn't know if he had noticed something, and suddenly pinched his chin and took away the rice grains from his mouth, and then smiled brightly.

The next day, Zhang Yan pulled the suitcase and rushed to Yancheng with his old master who was nearly [-] years old.Zhang Yan also stayed in Yancheng for half a year. He didn't remember exactly how old he was. Now that he came back, he found that the streetscape buildings had changed a lot. The city center had obviously more than doubled in size, and two more train stations had been built.

Zhang Yan and his three brothers helped the master to get out of the car. The old man first praised the environment here: "The air here is really good, there is not even a speck of dust on the ground, hum, no wonder that old thing can live like this." It’s been a long time, what are you doing suddenly holding a private exhibition.”

Zhang Yan thought to himself that the two of you are only two years apart, so how can you say that he is like a thousand-year-old bastard.Jokingly said: "This is the reason why you are not as famous as others, marketing promotion, market demand, brand effect..."

Mr. Jin Guowei patted him on the forehead with his green linen bag from more than [-] years ago, "The young man knows how to be gaudy every day, but he doesn't know how to do something down-to-earth. He knows how to talk, but he can't find a wife. You can."

Zhang Yan rubbed his head embarrassingly, and smoothed out his hair.

One of his fellow disciples made a relief: "Master, you are too worried. With the image of a junior brother, it's all because of him picking on others."

Zhang Yan nodded triumphantly, and was doted on by his master, he gave him a blank look, "It's useless to be good-looking, one must have skills, and good-looking can't be eaten as food."

Zhang Yan stuck out his tongue silently. As soon as his master explained the truth, his aloof and dignified image was shattered into scum.

At the exit, Teacher Liu Guolin's car was waiting at the door to greet them. It is estimated that the two old people had greeted them beforehand. Zhang Yan noticed that there were two cars waiting for them at the exit.

When the two teacher brothers were chatting about the mountains, Zhang Yan and his junior brothers loaded their luggage into the trunk, and then they all recommended Zhang Yan, who was eloquent, to go to accompany the master, and the other three took another car.

In fact, to put it bluntly, I don't want to stay with the old seniors, it's too restrictive, one master is enough for them to bear, and there is another more powerful one, how can I feel comfortable staying with my friends.

The driver reminded him politely, and the car started slowly. Old Mr. Jin Guowei came up and said: "Immortal thing, you are just messing around with my old life."

Liu Guolin may be because of his youthful mentality, so the person lining him is also quite energetic. Although he is full of silver hair, he does look younger than the stern-faced Jin Guowei.

Liu Guolin snorted, frowned, and jokingly said, "Don't be old all day long, it's so boring, I think I'm still young, and I climbed Mount Tai last month."

Jin Guowei was surprised: "Are you still going to climb Mount Tai?"

Liu Guolin: "Well, if the staff didn't stop me, I would have climbed up."

Jin Guowei: "..."

Liu Guolin added: "They said there was a personal risk and they wouldn't let me in."

Zhang Yan tried his best to squeeze the corners of his mouth that were about to turn up. Unexpectedly, this Liu Guolin is really a thousand-year-old bastard. He wears silver-rimmed presbyopic glasses and his eyes are not presbyopic at all. He raised his hand over Jin Guowei and gave him a slap on the back of the head, " Brat, why are you laughing when the elders talk?"

Zhang Yan coughed dryly: "I was wrong...but I couldn't help it."

"..."

Liu Guolin was taken aback for a moment, then pointed out with a finger and said, "Your apprentice is interesting—give him to me for adoption."

adopt? ?

Jin Guowei looked at the idiot's expression on his face: "It's not my son, what are you going to do?"

While speaking, they arrived at the art museum. Of course, they entered the back door. There were still many people visiting the several floors of the front lobby. There was a tall poster in the center, which was a publicity for this woodcarving solo exhibition.

It is not easy to hold a woodcarving solo exhibition, unless you are very famous, like Liu Guolin.General exhibitions are exhibited collectively in a certain gathering, and then under a certain brand type, for example: Dongyang Wood Sculpture Exhibition, Boxwood Wood Sculpture Exhibition, Chaozhou Wood Sculpture Exhibition and so on.

So it is a great honor to be able to participate in holding a personal exhibition.

They walked through the back door, and there were several staff walking around in the hall of the back hall, with one person directing in the middle, busy and orderly.

Jin Guowei said: "You asked me to come, did you come to catch up with you or to show off your work?"

Liu Guolin smiled mysteriously, "You will know when the time comes."

Jin Guowei snorted coldly: "Looking at your expression, I know that there must be nothing good for a weasel to pay a New Year's greeting to a chicken and go to the Three Treasures Hall for nothing."

Liu Guolin didn't speak, and led them into a separate studio in the back hall.The studio is shabby, with nothing but a sofa and a workbench.In the middle of the room stood a huge wooden sculpture, nearly two meters high, covered with a red cloth.

Liu Guolin raised his hand to uncover the red cloth, and everyone was amazed.It was a root carving with a very complicated design. The thick trunk was connected with dense and orderly roots. It was designed as a scene of gods flying together. It was a "Genesis", but it was a pity...

Zhang Yan said: "There are flaws." He walked in and took a look, "Isn't it finished?"

Liu Guolin looked at him with admiration, and he didn't hesitate to praise him, "You have such a talent at a young age, Lao Jin, you have found a treasure."

Jin Guowei said, "This is the work left by the first generation of Dongyang School, you want to rebuild it?

Liu Guolin said with regret: "When this work was carved, the patriarch was so poor that he had no money to buy good wood, so he chose a piece of ordinary ginkgo wood, and the preservation method was not good. Now hundreds of years have passed, and the real work has begun damaged."

Jin Guowei said: "You asked me to bring a few people here, you don't want these small replicas to be authentic, do you? You can get them, this piece of wood can't afford to sell them all. , then it’s not a matter of tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands.”

All the disciples: "..."

"Hey, I'm old," Liu Guolin said with a chuckle, "This wood is too hard, with many and complicated details, and it's so big! My eyesight is bad."

"..."

Who just felt young?

Jin Guowei snorted twice, "You think replicas are boring and you don't want to move them, so why don't you let the children make rough carvings for you to carve, and if they break it, you will lose money?"

Liu Guolin said: "Compensation, signature painting bet compensation."

"..."

Liu Guolin added: "I have been carving this piece of wood patiently and as an amateur for several years. The fact that I don't use my brain but only my hands is too boring. Recently, as I get older, I don't want to waste time. It's better to let young people open their eyes and exercise by the way. Take a look. If it can be completed before the exhibition, I will regard it as the most important exhibit——your names will all go up~”

All the disciples: "..."

Zhang Yan felt that the few of them were like traffickers who were coaxed into abducting and selling children with candy on the road, but they had no right to say no.

Fate is like a knife and I am a fish...

Jin Guowei sold the child on the spot: "As long as you sign and draw a deposit, everything else is easy to talk about, let them be a teacher, anyway, you are not short of money."

So the children were quickly arranged into the hotel and started to work early the next morning.

One month after Zhang Yan left, Hu Bing was on winter vacation, bored, spending time in the city library every day.Zhang Yan seemed to be very busy. He didn't answer many of his calls, and he didn't reply to his text messages until one o'clock in the evening. Gradually, Hu Bing stopped bothering him all the time.

He spent a month studying behavioral psychology in the library, and planned to test it on someone after he came back—Zhang Yan is really a complex polyhedron, which is just right for practice.Furthermore, psychology is a very important part of sociology, especially his dream is to be a reporter, and the people he will meet in the future will definitely be more than the salt he has eaten.

The phone suddenly vibrated a few times, and the sound was amplified by the wooden table. Hu Bing picked up the phone, glanced at it, hung up, and sent a text message: the library.

Che Xiang: When will you go home this year?

Hu Bing drooped his eyelashes. Ever since he had Zhang Yan, he never went home on time for the New Year. He always waited for his holiday to make plans.Hu Bing felt the helplessness of being caught between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law in advance.

Hu Bing said: I don't know, he was on a business trip and hasn't come back yet.

Che Xiang was silent for a long time, and Hu Bing thought that he was going to lament some great principles of life, but he was silent for a long time and said: Falling in love is so fucking tiring.Hey, are you tired of falling in love with boys?No, I'll try to find a guy too... Let's go, my mother can beat me to death.

Hu Bing: ...

Compared to Hu Bing who is obsessed with a boy and doesn't even dare to show his roots to other people, and who has been entangled with Jiang Yue for more than two years before he trembles and barely achieves a positive result, Che Xiang can be regarded as a normal teenager.He will concentrate on talking with one person for a year or so, and if he can't make it through, he will break up without procrastination or leaving any traces. Until the third year, he has already broken up with two people, and now this is the third one.Hu Bing intuited that the third one had either already disbanded or almost disbanded.

Hu Bing jokingly said: You have rich experience in love, but there are also times when you are in trouble?

There was another long silence over there. Hu Bing threw the phone aside and waited while reading a book. In his mind, he could almost imagine Che Xiang fidgeting his hair.

2 minutes later, Che Xiang: What do you think women are thinking about every day?

Hu Bing: How do I know, I have never talked to women.

Che Xiang: ...Is it easier to communicate with boys when they fall in love? After all, they are all of the same type.

Hu Bing first sneered for three seconds, and then brought himself into serious thought: It is indeed easier for me and Zhang Yan to connect with each other. What he says and what he does are often different, but I can still feel it. I don’t know if it’s because of the same kind.

Che Xiang over there didn't speak anymore, probably thinking about life.Hu Bing put down his cell phone, made a Hack, picked a book from the table, and opened it casually:

Don't get to know women, because women are crazy. — Freud.

Hu Bing: "..."

At the end of the year, this Genesis was finally completed. Of course, Genesis was not called Genesis, and the people and everything in China were not created by Jehovah.His ancestor who founded the mountain gave it a name: "Goat Song", which means the origin of tragedy.

There are a few perfunctory inscriptions on the base of the old work. It seems that the author did not want people to see it easily, saying:

To feel joy in life, to subdue the five desires in life, for whom will I teach you, so that you will be disgusted with life? (Note)

The spirit of this patriarch is probably sanctified, but he couldn't get rid of the filth in the mortal body and the nature of the mortal body, and the spirit and the womb were struggling with each other, so he engraved these few words on a whim.

Zhang Yan didn't discover the poem on the base until the staff was preparing to move the work into the exhibition hall. He subconsciously let out a "hey" and several young people in gray overalls paused at the same time. Zhang Yan stepped forward to look at the poem Eyes, said to Wang Guowei: "There are still a few poems on this base that have not been engraved."

Wang Guowei also took a few glances, the engraving technique of a few lines of characters can be called childish nonsense, the lines are messy, without the slightest sense of beauty.

Wang Guowei said: "I think it's a work of venting feelings of poverty and hardship, and I don't want to destroy the work when I engrave it on the base. Now it's too late, and there is really no need to copy this method." Wang Guowei pondered for a moment, "First Move to the front hall to prepare for the exhibition, and discuss it with old man Liu later."

So the staff carefully moved the work to the front hall and stood in the middle of the lobby.

It is the first time to participate in a master-level solo exhibition, and there are also my own works in the exhibition-although it is just a small worker.Zhang Yan felt a kind of excitement, the kind of excitement of being hit in the head by a golden pie.

Regardless of Wang Guowei's pointing and rolling his eyes, he changed into an elegant beige sweater, which inexplicably exuded a soft and graceful demeanor.The only downside is that knitted sweaters are easy to deform, and you need to be careful in every move to prevent elegance from becoming embarrassing.

The fellow apprentice who went out with him jokingly said, "Generally, there are no girls under the age of 20 who come to the exhibition. Why are you wearing such waves?"

Zhang Yan's excited face was shining brightly, and he said with bright eyes: "Life is short, just make waves in time~"

Brother: "..."

Zhang Yan walked around the "Sheep Song" in the center of the lobby several times with great satisfaction. In this huge work, the opening of the sky, creation, six reincarnations, eight sufferings of life, gods, humans, hell, animals, and everything in the world are integrated. Born out of being, being born out of nothing.

Theology, Taoism, and Buddhism are extremely complicated and ferociously integrated here. They are contradictory and interlinked. A little more understanding can make people feel great depression and pain. All roads are blocked, pessimistic and magnificent.Then unconsciously asked the famous sentence from the heart:

To be or not to be, that is the question. - Shakespeare.

Zhang Yan looked carefully at every single touch of this work, and when he thought that he had handled it, he couldn't help but feel a sense of pride, as if the whole work was created by him.

"This is the difference between the great master and Xiaobai," Zhang Yan sighed.

"Xiaobai?" He heard someone say.

Zhang Yan snickered, and turned around to make some casual remarks.However, when he turned his head, he froze for a moment, feeling that this person looked very familiar.

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