Tales on the Green Train

Hu Bing dragged him to the high school class reunion. The person who organized the class reunion said that this might be their last class reunion, because they will graduate in the coming year, and the sky is high and the sea is wide, so they will not stay in this tiny place .

The villain in Zhang Yan's mind struggled all the way - not long after Yang Peidong appeared, he left him a business card, and then he met Hu's mother.If it weren't for the fact that Yang Peidong and Hu's mother were so far apart that it was almost impossible to deal with each other, he would have suspected that this was a good show directed by Yang Peidong.

Zhang Yan knew that as long as he got in touch with Yang Peidong, not to mention whether his ability could cure Mama Hu, the possibility would be multiplied many times just because he was a member of this circle.

He has been in the society for so long, and he rarely takes such a big favor, plus the embarrassing past of the two of them...

Zhang Yan couldn't help but worry: What if he asks him to agree with his body?

Besides, if you want to do this, you can only hide it from Hu Bing. Tsk, if one day the incident happens, the consequences will be very serious, and it will easily become the East African Rift Valley between the two, especially Hu Bing, he will die in embarrassment—— — Owing a big favor to a rival in love.

But if it doesn't come out, then I owe Yang Peidong a big favor, if he wants to do something with this as a plea...

It can only be thicker than anyone else's face.

For the first time, Zhang Yan realized what a real dilemma is, and he was almost constipated.

Zhang Yan thought about it all the way, and tried to discuss this matter several times, but he couldn't find a good topic. In the end, he found that this matter is the most suitable to be discussed first.After all, Grandpa Mao said that the body is the capital of revolution.

After Zhang Yan figured it out, he came to his senses, and saw Hu Bing slightly bent over and staring at him, just like watching animals in a zoo.He murmured, "What are you doing?"

Hu Bing raised his chin: "What are you doing? You ignored me along the way, what were you thinking?"

Zhang Yan's Adam's apple slipped, and said, "I'm thinking about your mother's illness. I know someone who may have a cure. I mean, it's possible."

For some reason, Hu Bing didn't have a trace of joy on his face, and Zhang Yan thought he was a little panicked when he saw something.

Hu Bing said: "It's been six years, and I tried many methods at the beginning, but nothing worked." With a wry smile, "I'm used to it."

The expression on his face when he said these words made Zhang Yan firm in his plan. He understood that their relationship would be difficult to come to an end. Of course, it would be better if he could give him a healthy mother.

Although only possible.

But nothing in this world is possible except eating, drinking and sleeping, there is no 100% thing.

After Zhang Yan unraveled himself, the villains fighting in his mind stopped instantly.He said lightly: "He may not be cured, I will ask later."

Hu Bing nodded and didn't speak. He didn't pick up his mobile phone to make a call until he reached the gate of No. [-] Middle School, asking if he was meeting in his classroom or in the self-study room.

The self-study room of No. [-] Middle School is a paradise for top students and scumbags. Top students can choose a study room here if they want to study in peace, and those who don’t want to study and get out of school can also choose a study room. It is divided into the class of top students and the class of bottom students, without delaying each other.And their own classrooms are full of average students, commonly known as normal people, who need to combine work and rest.

Hu Bing stays in the Xueba class most of the time, because there are too many homeworks to finish. Secondly, in the classroom, absorb the smoke and smoke, and occasionally go to the Xueba class to purify his mind and send notes all night. Go back to Xueba class.

"The classroom is locked? Are you all staying in the scumbag self-study room? Can you still pursue it?" Hu Bing teased, while dragging Zhang Yan forward, "I remember that our class did well in the exam, why is it changed now? Salted fish?"

Zhang Yan listened to him teasing a few more words into the receiver before hanging up the phone.

Zhang Yan said inexplicably, "Is it convenient for me to go to your class reunion?"

Hu Bing: "It's already here, why don't you go? I told them that I will bring a handsome guy there. Our propaganda committee and art committee are all looking forward to you."

Zhang Yan let out a soft snort from his nose, as if he was too lazy to laugh or unrelenting, he suddenly became nervous and said, "You mean I have no other advantages besides my face?"

As soon as Hu Bing heard this tone, he knew what he wanted to do. It has been more than three years since he figured it out. He has written several cheat books.So he put his arms around Zhang Yan's shoulder and said with a laugh: "How come, you look good, you have a good temperament, you are knowledgeable and skillful, and you have advantages all over your body—especially in my eyes, no matter how you look at it, you are pleasing to the eye."

Zhang Yan's mood suddenly eased, and he couldn't help raising the corners of his arrogant mouth, then raised his eyebrows and lowered them again.

"You high-achieving students, I'm afraid of being stimulated when I go there." Zhang Yan deliberately said in a joking tone, "I won't understand what you say by then, how embarrassing it is."

Hu Bing was taken aback. He thought he was considerate enough, but he never thought that he would mind this.

"Just stay with me, I want you to go with me." After thinking for a while, he added, "When I can't stay any longer, I'll ask Che Xiang to come pick you up."

"Is he not in the same class as you?" Zhang Yan asked.

Hu Bing: "He is in the science class, and I am in the liberal arts class. He is in the architecture department and I am in the sociology department."

Zhang Yan said thoughtfully: "Oh~ there must be a lot of girls in the liberal arts class. Is there your first love?"

Hu Bing: "..."

"My first love is you, okay?" Hu Bing said softly, "What do you think?"

"I'm just asking casually. Literati describe girls in the [-]th and [-]th years as beautiful flowers. It's a pity not to fall in love early. Now it's too late to want to fall in love early." Zhang Yan said lightly, sounding sorry for him, very regretful Be serious.Seriously almost got rid of the relationship between the two of them, thinking about answering this question from a purely male perspective.

Hu Bing's mood is a bit complicated, this kind of experience is quite unique.

Hu Bing: "Now the girls in the 20th and [-]th ages have become [-]-year-old adults, and the eye shadow and foundation are no longer charming. It is acceptable if you change to a young and cute one." After that, they have already gone upstairs. Walked through the corridor and stood at the door of the study room.

The self-study room was already spacious and spacious, and any sound would be reflected by the walls and become several times louder, let alone dozens of people yelling together.Standing at the door, Hu Bing and Zhang Yan could already feel the stimulation of the eardrums.

Hu Bing walked quietly to the door and showed his face. A boy saw him instantly and said excitedly, "Bingzi!"

Everyone in the class looked for his reputation and said hello to him one after another.

"Why are you standing there but not coming over? Oh, yes, I forgot, you said you brought someone over here, what about others?"

Only then did Zhang Yan reluctantly show his face and pretended to be natural, subconsciously rubbing the hair on the back of his head uncomfortably.

Then there was a scream in the empty classroom, and the sound was bounced off the wall continuously, hitting Hu Bing and Zhang Yan's eardrums.

Zhang Yan covered his ears and said, "Can we change the classroom? My ears can't stand it."

Hu Bing also covered his ears and said, "Didn't you sing before, shouldn't you be used to it?"

Zhang Yan: "I'm used to it in my heart, but my ears tell me that it's not used to it. I guess it's too much of a shadow from the past."

The screaming lasted for more than a minute before it ended. A girl with a ponytail jumped forward, followed by two girls.

The girl with the ponytail said: "It's true that birds of a feather flock together and people are divided into groups, monitor, when did you make friends with such a handsome guy? You pale in comparison~"

Zhang Yan didn't know what was going on, he felt a little stiff for no reason, and said politely, "Hello, my name is Zhang Yan, Yan of Three Fires."

Hu Bing was a little surprised by his restraint, he had seen Zhang Yan in all kinds of appearances, but he had never seen his "Moshang is like jade, the son is unparalleled in the world".

"Yan, Huohua, Huohuo, what a good name, it really lives up to its name," said a girl wearing gold-rimmed glasses behind.

Zhang Yan's eyes were already smiling, but when he heard this, he smiled lightly, and the smile became even stronger.He subconsciously touched his lower lip with his thumb, and then said casually, "I'm just here to accompany him today, and I'll be leaving in a while, you guys have fun."

"Aren't you coming together? Let's go together. We're leaving now. Wang Hao is booking a private room." After saying that, someone in the classroom has already started urging the boy named Wang Hao.The invisible ponytail girl immediately tugged at his arm. Zhang Yan glanced at it, and was very worried that the girl would unconsciously hold his arm and touch something that shouldn't be touched.

Zhang Yan struggled slightly, he didn't want to use too much force, but most people would considerately let go when they felt the struggle, but this girl with ponytail was so unrestrained and unmoved.

Zhang Yan couldn't laugh or cry in his heart. He suddenly felt that the high-achieving students were ordinary people, and there was nothing to be polite about. They just read more books than others.

He occasionally heard Hu Bing subconsciously say something about material movement, equatorial latitude and longitude, subtropical monsoon climate, free fall parabola, and so on. When ordinary people can't get along, it is only now that we really realize that we are all ordinary people, and there is no distinction between high and low.

Zhang Yan twitched his arms, and said in a gentle voice, "Beauty, there are only so many boys in your class, what will they do if they get jealous and beat me up?"

Hu Bing raised his forehead: Here we go again...

He quickly hooked Zhang Yan's neck and pulled him over, "Didn't you say we're leaving now? Is everyone here?"

The boy named Wang Hao swung his phone, "A few are already waiting in Guiheyuan, we can go there now."

Hu Bing nodded, knowing that it was impossible for all the classmates to come together. In a class of 50 students, more than [-] people came, which showed that their class was very united and friendly.

Wang Hao is the sports committee member of their class, and he is also an expert at booing and fighting. He took the lead in skipping self-study class to play basketball in the third year of high school.I heard that he performed exceptionally well in the college entrance examination and was admitted to the journalism department of a second-tier college.

Wang Hao hooked the neck of a good buddy of his and said, "After graduation, I think I will go back to the West District of Zinan. Recently, my family is planning to find a job in a TV station. The job is easy, I get off work on a regular basis, and I will be safe until I die..."

Hu Bing is from the sociology department. After graduation, he can be admitted to civil servants or a TV station. Of course, it is not a county-level TV station like Wang Hao. His university can allow him to be admitted to a very good provincial TV station.Of course, the provincial TV station obviously can't just sit around and gag, and it is estimated that they are too busy to sleep every day.

He also has one more... It's not a dream, it can only be called a wish. He wants to experience a few years of journalistic career first to open his eyes, and it's not too late to choose stability after seeing enough prosperity.

Zhang Yan has been in the society for many years. Hearing this group of college students who are about to graduate enthusiastically make plans for the future, he felt strange and strange in his heart, so he asked Hu Bing, "Are you looking forward to graduation? "

Hu Bing thought about it seriously, "It's okay, I can be self-sufficient after graduation, but I'm doing pretty well now, and I don't feel particularly looking forward to it."

Zhang Yan nodded, realizing that he should also prepare for the future.But after thinking about it, he has been preparing for many years. He has been playing woodcarving since he was a child, but he never thought of it as a craft of eating before, because his grandfather did not eat enough because of this craft.

If you want to turn your hobby into a job, it is actually very difficult and very rare. How many people live with humiliation and humiliation for their livelihood, and then wash over and over again in the long river of time to become wooden people who fit the rules of this society.

Zhang Yan suddenly discovered that he was actually a little nervous about Hu Bing's graduation, because it meant that the lives of the two of them were about to undergo a huge change.

He sighed unconsciously, and Hu Bing asked, "What's wrong?"

Zhang Yan suddenly pinched the orchid, pointed at his vagina and said strangely:

"Flowers wither, flowers fly, and the sky is full of flowers, who will pity when the redness disappears and the fragrance is gone?

The gossamer is soft and fluttering in the spring, and the fluff is lightly dipped in the embroidered curtain.

The daughter in the boudoir cherishes the evening of spring, and is full of melancholy.

Hoe the flowers out of the embroidered curtain with your hands, and bear to step on the fallen flowers to and fro

……"(Note)

Hu Bing: "..."

He sneered and said, "Get lost! You're singing!"

Zhang Yan took a step back from being hit by him, and laughed playfully.

Guiheyuan is not far from the school gate, and the speaking room is right there.I heard that this restaurant was something they had always wanted to go to but could not afford, and today they came to realize their wish.

A group of thirty or so people entered the restaurant in a mighty manner, and the shop owner carefully divided them into two private rooms facing each other.

As expected, Wang Hao was the leader of eating, drinking and having fun. Before the food was served, he raised his wine glass and smashed it on the table, pouring everyone down in a particularly "honourable" manner.Zhang Yan didn't know whether he was not familiar with him or his eyes saw too much, but he didn't accept him much "loyalty".

He has seen many people like Wang Hao, like boys who have not yet come out of puberty, hooking each other up and calling each other brothers and worshiping the underworld.Let's not talk about it, he is actually this kind of person in his bones, but he is more delicate and sentimental after being tempered by emotion.

Hu Bing was their squad leader, so it was inevitable that he would be fed alcohol one after another. For example, Zhang Yan was smarter. When all the handsome men and women came over to invite him to drink, Zhang Yan waved his hand and threatened that he was allergic to alcohol, and poured it down after drinking.

Hu Bing: "..."

He despised and sighed in his heart: My wife is smart!

A party is nothing more than eating, drinking, playing, and having fun. Eat, drink, go to KTV for a few hours and have fun, and then take a taxi home drunk.The process is the same, the main difference is the people.It's the same for another person.

At ten o'clock at night, Zhang Yan rented out Hu Bingshe, and helped arrange the other people who were too drunk, and then he closed the car door and drove away.Hu Bing squinted and leaned against the car window, looking as if he had fallen asleep. Zhang Yan took out his cell phone, and just about to secretly save the cell phone number, Hu Bing groped for one hand and stretched it out, and put it on his neck. Li sniffed, hugged his head and kissed him.

Zhang Yan was almost scared to pee. He knew that Hu Bing would make such subconscious movements when he fell asleep. If he couldn't touch anyone, he would wake up by himself.But it's not in bed Hey!

Zhang Yan looked tremblingly at the driver in front of him, and found that there was nothing unusual about the driver, as if he hadn't noticed, he was slightly relieved, put the phone back in his pocket, and arranged a comfortable and not so ambiguous place for Hu Bing. pose.

He looked down at the person leaning on his shoulder and smiled silently.