Tales on the Green Train

The girls held hands, chatted and laughed, and soon dissipated, and the boys wobbled and put their shoulders on their backs and were left behind.Hu Bing didn't know whether he was dizzy from drinking or not. He ran down very fast and walked in a straight line. I began to wonder whether this guy was drunk and drunk or suddenly lost his mind.

The villain in Zhang Yan's mind flew out and rubbed his temples ten thousand times before calmly saying, "Come down."

"I am dizzy……"

"I see that your running posture is quite neat, not like you are drunk."

"If you don't believe me, I will stand on the edge of the flower bed and walk for you. You can help me up, or it will hurt if I fall."

Zhang Yan: "..."

It seems that he has indeed drunk a little too much. Could it be that his character broke out just now? ?

"You come down first and then talk."

Hu Bing then got off him, turned around and stood on the edge of the flower bed, pointed at him and said, "If you don't believe me, I'll walk it for you." He was about to start walking as he spoke, and added, as if he was worried, "You But look, I didn't lie to you."

Zhang Yan: "..."

Zhang Yan wiped his face in his heart: Can we keep our voice down?

A few drunken people heard the sound and started applauding, "Bingzi, come on!"

come on? ?

What kind of fuel is it not for a [-]-meter run?

Hu Bing stood on the edge of the flower bed and raised his hands to interact with the "fans".Then he regained his courage and started to walk. His solemn eyes and eager movements seemed to be participating in a [-]-meter race.

If the black line on Zhang Yan's head can be formed, then this night is created by him, and it has nothing to do with the earth's rotation.

Hu Bing took a big step tremblingly, and swayed left and right a few times. Zhang Yan stretched out his arms to block him, and Hu Bing swayed a few times to stabilize himself.Just about to take another step, I suddenly felt that I needed some motivation, so I raised my hands to interact with "fans"...

Zhang Yan thought that he was going to continue walking in such an interactive way, but Hu Bing's intelligence was quite rigid when he was drunk. Broken steps, let alone, are indeed much more stable, but the painting style is a little weird...

Walking to an intersection, Zhang Yan glanced at the flower bed worriedly, thinking that Hu Bing should not walk along the edge all the way, then he would start to circle around.

Hu Bing looked at the soles of his feet: No way? ?Annoyed, he raised his head and faced Zhang Yan's face under the street lamp. The evening wind blew his hair and bulged his clothes, and a smell that belonged to Zhang Yan suddenly permeated the tip of his nose.Hu Bing smiled brightly, and jumped on him: "I just said I didn't drink too much...I drank too much..."

What he wanted to verify at first seemed to be that he had drunk too much...

Zhang Yan patted him on the back, and wanted to say, "Okay, whatever you say is justified."Unexpectedly, when I looked up, I saw a row of staggering drunks walking along the edge of the flower bed, and I didn't know when a new rule was formulated: those who fell must consciously line up at the end.

Zhang Yan: "..."

Zhang Yan raised his hand to signal goodbye to the few sober people behind him, and half dragged and half hugged Hu Bing to stop a taxi.In this situation, he should have helped to settle the drunks first, but at this moment he was really powerless, and he was about to be strangled to death by Hu Bing.

Hu Bing may have had enough trouble outside, but when he returned home, his eyes were full of energy, and he was eerily quiet, like a puppet that could swing at will.Zhang Yan put him on the toilet, took a shower for him casually, and then took some shampoo and rubbed it indiscriminately for a few times. The foam that flowed down just acted as a shower gel.It took less than 10 minutes to get in and out.Then she wrapped herself in a bath towel and pushed her to the bed, then turned around and began to tidy herself up.

When Zhang Yan returned after wiping his hair, Hu Bing still maintained that posture, as if he had entered a state of nothingness where everything was empty.Zhang Yan glanced at him, took the towel he was wearing and rubbed his head a few times, but didn't say anything - a well-behaved drunk is easier to deal with than a drunk who yells and walks in a straight line.

"After tidying up, let's go to sleep." Zhang Yan put the towel on his shoulders, "Don't you need to get up early tomorrow?"

Unexpectedly, Hu Bing replied: "Yes."

"Not going?" Zhang Yan asked.

Hu Bing put his arms around his waist and murmured, "I want to be admitted to the provincial TV station."

"Oh." Zhang Yan pinched his face, "Then you have to prepare for the exam starting tomorrow?"

Hu Bing buried his face in his chest and didn't speak for a long time before he asked, "Am I particularly useless—I don't seem to be. Am I too greedy, wanting to dream and want a better life?"

Zhang Yan thought to himself, it seems that the child was hit, and finally realized the fullness of ideals and the skinnyness of reality.

"You are still young, you can try your best to do what you like," Zhang Yan comforted in an extremely simple way, probably he just searched for a standard answer from his mind, "Anyway, there will be a way back, why do you think so much now? Not to the point of not being able to eat.”

"...Then will you look down on me?"

"What kind of person do you think I am?"

"no--"

"Then you hug me to sleep," Hu Bing muttered, "I want to hug me."

Zhang Yan laughed, and while putting him down, he thought to himself: Fortunately, Yang Peidong's message hasn't been told to him yet, otherwise things would be serious today, and the restless child would be even more disturbed.

Hu Bing graduated and faced the pressure and growth of adapting to the new environment.There are about two growth changes in a person's life, which can be called great changes, one is adolescence, and the other is within three years after graduation.Especially college students with dreams and aspirations, they all have a high self-esteem and vision, but in the end it is very likely to work for a boss who graduated from elementary school, and then start to fall into self-doubt.This is better for Hu Bing. His university is relatively well-known, and it is a national key university. He does not need to doubt himself, because it is recognized by the whole country.

However, high-achieving students who are recognized throughout the country often struggle to find a job.If you are too high, you can't climb it, people need experience, if you are low, you can't look down on it, and it will damage your self-esteem.When you have passed the hurdle in your heart and went to see a lower-level company, they will feel that they cannot climb up to you.When you reach this level, you usually want to go back to the furnace and rebuild, and take the master's and doctoral exams.

Hu Bing is obviously far from this level. In theory, he has just graduated, and his diploma is not even warmed up yet.

Hu's father is a bit long-winded, and there are many baskets that can't hold the truth.In contrast, Mother Hu is a capable person, so everyone was surprised that she was so frightened that she couldn't speak after being frightened once, but there are no rules and reason for such things. .

Zhang Yan has been in frequent contact with their family for more than a year. He sometimes feels that the reason why Mama Hu is calm now is because of Papa Hu's nagging. She can't speak and can't resist. Can exercise patience to find a way out.

Hu's father and Hu's mother have worked hard all their lives, and they can't close the shop casually. They have never experienced the taste of several vacations in their lives.If the old couple had been fairly enlightened before Mama Hu's accident, they would have let their son venture out and go his own way.However, after experiencing the bitterness of the impermanence of the world, I have a heart disease for the ups and downs of life.

Hu's father persuaded him more than once to take the civil service, teacher's certificate, editorial examination, or postgraduate entrance examination.The old man didn’t understand, and several times he took the leaflets for the fire certificate and nutritionist certificate exams and read them to him...

"Our family doesn't have so much money now. What am I doing for the postgraduate entrance examination? My mother is still receiving treatment every month. After I finally graduate, I can earn money by myself—" Hu Bing said angrily, clutching the phone.

"It's great to be a teacher. You get paid when you take a lot of vacations. Where can you go to play when you're on vacation? I asked, your education can be a high school teacher, and the salary is high."

"High school, it is to prepare for the college entrance examination, that is the most important year in life. Besides, high school faces a group of adolescent students, do you know how difficult it is?!"

"Your high school grades are so good, are you afraid that you can't teach well?"

Hu Bing looked at the ceiling and sighed sadly, feeling that he could not be as verbose as his father, so he said, "I have something to do, I will hang up first, let's talk about it."

Zhang Yan raised his hand and knocked on the door a few times, Hu Bing was taken aback: What door are you knocking on at your own house?

Hu Bing opened the bedroom door, and Zhang Yan said lightly, "Are you eating?"

Hu Bing observed his words for a moment and suddenly realized that even though he endured again and again, the resentment and confusion in his bones still hung on his face——Zhang Yan became more and more considerate, and he never played mischievously as before.This person is not easy to deal with, but he is very good at adapting to the actual situation and changing, and the change is not abrupt, if you are not careful, you may not be able to find it.

Hu Bing crossed the crack of the door and hugged him in his arms, complaining in his heart that he had only suffered a little setback, why was he depressed all day long.

Hu Bing sighed, and explained: "I was dizzy from my dad's annoyance, and I haven't been in a good mood these days."

"I know," Zhang Yan said.

"...It's also my fault that I don't have an idea, and I'm easily influenced by what they say. If I really pass the civil servant exam, I won't be able to change jobs in my life, otherwise my father will kill me, and the consequences will be more serious than now."

"I understand." Zhang Yan put his hand on his back to comfort him.

Hu Bing leaned against his neck and closed his eyes. No matter how other people objected, the person he cared about most still supported him.He drew some warmth from his cold blood through his skin, warming the bewildered and unwilling heart in his chest, and gradually, it seemed to illuminate the direction of progress.

A month later, Hu Bing was admitted to Acropolis Provincial TV Station, entered a livelihood program and became a front-line reporter.The master who took him was a capable female reporter named Wang Wen.

Wang Wen took out a bunch of materials and put them on the table. The old table legs trembled a few times: "This is the material I'm going to read tonight. I'm going to interview him tomorrow!"

Her tone of voice was too tense, and there was a sense of tension all over her body that she wished she could grow two more hands. Hu Bing became nervous because of him. .

Wang Wen explained while typing quickly: "In the future, you have to sort out these materials by yourself, read his life before interviewing people, and sort out superb questions, so as not to waste the hard-won 20 minutes."

Hu Bing responded while quickly reading the information.Fortunately, he is a liberal arts student, and he is used to reading and reciting books every day, and he can read ten lines at a glance quickly.

The person they are going to interview tomorrow is a local tycoon. They have reported and interviewed many times on TV, and they have seen many Hope Primary Schools in the mountains, and they are all named after him.The blood in Hu Bing's body was surging, and the first time he came into contact with the upper class was an interview with a top figure.Of course, he didn't expect that his first job would be such an important job.

But such a thick stack is estimated to last all night...

Hu Bing read most of the stack in one go, and he didn't know when he got off work. When he looked up again, it was already dark. Wang Wenyi was staring at the computer screen with good eyesight, and the mouse was scrolling rapidly.Hu Bing looked at the office. Although it was already off-duty time, half of the people were still in the office. Although the other half had left, they were still holding a thick stack of documents.

Hu Bing's brain immersed in the text reacted slowly for a while before he suddenly remembered that he hadn't notified Zhang Yan yet.

When it was over, Hu Bing took out his mobile phone, and one of them almost slipped out of his hand because he couldn't hold it firmly. He hurriedly reached out and grabbed it before grabbing it.

Zhang Yan answered in seconds, and Hu Bing explained: "Hey, I'm working overtime and I'm so busy that I'm dizzy..." He didn't dare to say that I was so busy that I forgot about you.

"It seems that you are very excited." Zhang Yan's voice contained a smile, and Hu Bing was slightly relieved. "Are you satisfied with your work?"

Hu Bing pinched his cell phone out of the office door and walked to the bathroom. While wiping his face to refresh himself, he said: "We are going to interview XXX tomorrow, and we will read all his materials today."

"All the information? That person is in his 50s, and he's going to be interviewed tomorrow?" Zhang Yan asked tentatively, "Aren't you coming back today?"

"I'll go back, I'll take it back to see", he glanced outside the bathroom door, Wang Wenzheng silently waved his hand at him to signal that he would go back first, see you tomorrow, Hu Bing nodded, "I'll go back right now, the old employees are gone It’s embarrassing to let me be a newcomer, but I think they are starting to go back one after another.” He glanced at his watch, and it was already 12:30 in the morning—damn, did these people volunteer to work overtime until after the early morning? !Unexpectedly, when I was in a trance, seven hours passed like this.

Zhang Yan hung up the phone, and he didn't know whether he was happy or worried for a moment. The happy thing was that Hu Bing finally found a job that he had to work hard for, but the worried thing was that following his words, overtime work is common in this unit. Maybe it's early to leave work at midnight today. .Zhang Yan laughed, he thought he was going to become a widowed old man.