Tales on the Green Train

Hu Bing looked at the beautiful headline on the front page of the official website and the words "Hu Bing, reporter of this site", with mixed feelings in his heart. He knew that he and Wang Hao had completely become deadly enemies after this battle.Hu Bing hasn't had much contact with him since graduating from high school. The most recent one was the class reunion during the Spring Festival the year before last.But there is still a big difference between "no contact" and "dead enemy".

In fact, when he learned about it, he already had selfish intentions, such as trying not to put this matter on the front page, but the editor-in-chief of the website personally asked for rectification after seeing it.It's really unintentional now.

Wang Wen came over and knocked on his desk: "Why are you in a daze? Are you not happy to be on the front page?"

Hu Bing closed his eyes, pretended to be very sleepy, and interrogated you: "No, I'm just a little tired, and haven't slept for several days—what, do you have something to do with me?"

Wang Wen smiled mysteriously: "I'm here to congratulate you."

Hu Bing scrolled through the news: "What's so good about putting it on the front page once."

"It's not the front page," Wang Wen said. "We need an outdoor host if we want to run a program in the station. You are one of the candidates."

Hu Bing jumped up from the chair suddenly: "Really?!"

Wang Wen made a "shh" gesture, and Hu Bing grabbed her arm: "Did you say something nice to me? - I knew it must be you."

Wang Wen said: "It's not all because of me. Outdoor hosts like this who need to be on camera for a fixed period of time are based on their appearance. Have you seen that the news network changes hosts every day?"

Hu Bing: "..."

It turns out that it looks good and can really be eaten.

"But don't forget," Wang Wen added, "You are just one of the candidates, and it depends on your ability." Wang Wen patted him on the shoulder as a sign of encouragement, "Come on, my apprentice , don't embarrass me."

Hu Bing cheered, knowing in his heart that it was not only his own future that was being weighed down, but also the face of the master. They also had to compare with their apprentices, just like parents compare with their children.

He cheerfully sent the news to Zhang Yan, picked up the phone and remembered that he had promised him to ask for leave to accompany him when he came back, and now it is impossible to ask for leave.Tsk, love□□career dilemma, it's really difficult for men.

Hu Bing typed out a detailed apology report quickly with his fingers. The writing was extraordinary and well-founded. It could basically be called a condensed thesis, and then sent it to Zhang Yan's mailbox.

Zhang Yan ignored him.

Zhang Yan looked at the nearly thousand-word letter of apology with a cold face, wondering if he had treated him a little too kindly, Hu Bing was paying less and less attention to him, to the point where he seemed to be in a hurry.He thought for a while, replied with "um", then blocked the news, planning to hang him out for a few days.He thought angrily, at worst, they would go their separate ways. Mama Hu's illness is almost recovered. As long as she is well taken care of at home, she can recover without going to the hospital.

Zhang Yan was not used to venting his temper, and the anger was stuffed in his chest and he couldn't breathe.He threw the phone away, lay flat on the bed and looked at the exquisite ceiling in the hotel, thinking in his heart: Don't rely on him too much, otherwise he will be unbearable on the day the partner breaks up.You have to find something to divert your attention.

"It's a pity," Zhang Yan murmured, "I'll be back in two days. I wish I could stay for another two months."

The mobile phone played harsh music, Zhang Yan deliberately delayed for a while before answering the phone, but the caller was not the one he had in mind - it was a waste of time!

"Hey?"

"go drinking."

"..." Zhang Yan sighed, "The last time I went to drink with you, I vomited very darkly—I'm the big brother who came here to work, so don't tell me to drink every time I come to Yancheng? And I remember telling you that I had a bad stomach."

Yang Peidong raised his eyebrows: "Whenever you come, I will ask you to drink and eat, okay! And nine and a half out of ten times I ask you not to come, are you embarrassed?"

Zhang Yan: "... Is there any other pursuit?"

Yang Peidong on the other side of the phone was silent for a while, "Want to go shopping on Nanhe Thirteenth Street? It's quite lively over there."

Zhang Yan was already in a fit of anger, but now all he thinks about is rebelling against Hu Bing, and he didn't expect to hit the gun by such a coincidence.It can be seen that some laws in the world are really mysterious, and everything is easy to hit the gun, which is more mysterious than novels.

Zhang Yan said, "Okay, I'll go there now."

Yang Peidong wanted to say, "Why did you agree so quickly today?" Who knew that he had already hung up the phone.

He listened to the "beep" sound from the receiver, and a smile with an unknown meaning appeared on the corner of his mouth—it seemed that Zhang Yan still didn't know where Nanhe Thirteenth Street was.

Nanhe Thirteenth Street is a symbolic place for feasting and feasting, and also a gathering place for gay bars in Yancheng.To the west of this street is a whole row of gay bars, and to the east is a man-made and historic Tonghai River.

Zhang Yan leaned on the iron fence on the shore, and the sea water was rushing three meters below his feet, bringing a salty smell unique to sea water, accompanied by the soft fragrance of flowers in early spring, colliding with a wave of "the mountains and rivers surround the city in spring, Jiang Tao The taste of entering the sea at night and passing the tide".

Yang Peidong stood aside and looked at Zhang Yan's face, surprised that he didn't turn around and leave, and even showed a little bit of anger.So I asked, "Have you been here?"

Zhang Yan said, "No."

Yang Peidong sighed: "That's right, people like you who have a regular partner will not come here to poke the mud, this circle is very chaotic..."

"I don't need to poke the mud, I think it's dirty," Zhang Yan interrupted him coldly.Only then did Yang Peidong taste a little anger, he couldn't hold back a smirk and grinned

"Are you happy to make me angry?" Zhang Yan looked at him and said.

Yang Peidong coughed dryly, "Let's go, I'll take you for a stroll, and transfer some experience to you by the way, in case you fall down one day and plan to find someone else, you won't be deceived - of course, if you look for me, it will be safe. "

Zhang Yan rolled his eyes at him, followed his footsteps, and said, "Do I look stupid?"

"There are always people smarter than you in this world," Yang Peidong said. "This circle is not bound by the law. Many people just like you who don't know the rules, run away after sleeping, and have fake names and ID cards." .”

Zhang Yan: "..."

It took so much effort to get a good night's sleep.

Zhang Yan was not interested in the rules of the gay circle he described, and he didn't memorize all kinds of secret codes. He just wanted to pass the time in this feasting and feasting to vent his emotions.

Yang Peidong took him to a gay bar that he often goes to. Zhang Yan glanced at it, and there were all men with flashy faces, there were pseudo-mothers with eyebrows and makeup, there were also delicate and student-like teenagers, and there were also muscular arms with flower tattoos. A tough guy, from a white-collar elite in a well-tailored suit, down to a street dancing little prince in "ragged clothes"...

No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like a bar, but it looks like the vegetable sellers in the vegetable market, who are picking and being picked.

Zhang Yan rubbed his forehead and regained consciousness.

"I may not be gay," Zhang Yan said suddenly.

Yang Peidong raised his eyebrows playfully and looked at him with a smile.Zhang Yan glanced at the people staring at him from the corner of his eye, "I feel like vomiting."

Yang Peidong laughed "haha", leaned over and said, "Do you know why?"

Zhang Yan looked at him and motioned for him to continue.

Yang Peidong said: "Because they can tell who is new at a glance and who is easier to get - you are a piece of fat here." Yang Peidong buckled the table and looked at him seriously.

Zhang Yan looked at his fingertips, and wanted to say, "You're taking me into a tiger's mouth", but at this time the waiter gave them two glasses of Bloody Mary, and indicated that it was from the gentleman over there.Zhang Yan glanced in the direction he was pointing, and saw a fat man with tattoos whose chest muscles were bigger than a woman's chest, and goose bumps all over his body instantly.

Zhang Yan said: "Please tell him, I'll see."

Yang Peidong laughed even harder when he heard this.

Zhang Yan has always been surrounded by "I am a man with a master", so "Strangers are not allowed to enter" is written all over his body... No matter how you look at it, he looks like an idiot...

Yang Peidong coughed dryly, pressed his fingers against the corners of his mouth, and said, "Don't come here alone, you will be wiped out by them."

"Thank you," Zhang Yan said angrily, "If I hadn't been fooled by you, I wouldn't have come here."

Yang Peidong didn't take it seriously, "It's a bar, too, and a gay bar, too. They're all drinking, so there's nothing to make a fuss about."

"Huh, there is no such a heavy sense of oppression in the bar. It's like being stared at by a pack of wolves. The hair on my back hasn't come down yet."

Yang Peidong drank the wine in the glass, and there were still red wine stains on the corner of his mouth, like blood, matching the current gloomy atmosphere...

Zhang Yan swallowed silently, Yang Peidong glanced at it, and deliberately misinterpreted: "Don't drool at me like that, I'm free~"

Zhang Yan: "..."

"You look quite elite in a suit, but you're a beast inside."

Yang Peidong let out a "huh" and said, "It seems that you have a good impression of my suit style."

Zhang Yan didn't speak.When he looked over, a flower arm licked his fingers subtly.

Zhang Yan suddenly regretted that he came out with him in a fit of anger. He felt that he seemed to be a bit mentally clean. He glanced at the "carnivorous animals" who were staring at him from the corner of his eye and felt a little sick for no reason-if he looks good, it's fine, the key is to be ugly. !

"Let's go." Zhang Yan zipped up his jacket, "They're going to take my skin off."

But Yang Peidong suddenly said seriously: "I was kind enough to remind you. There are very few true feelings in the gay circle. The naked|naked desires you see now are our true colors."

Zhang Yan said, "So the one you brought me here won't be the one with the most flavor, right?"

Yang Peidong raised his eyebrows, noncommittal.

Zhang Yan suddenly felt that if Yang Peidong wouldn't flirt with him from time to time, the two of them might become good friends.Although the knowledge of the two people is different, they are both very broad, and in the broad knowledge, some common laws will inevitably be found.Just like philosophy explains the general law of the evolution of all things.

The two of them were out of the gay bar, and walked out of Nanhe Thirteenth Street. Zhang Yan suddenly looked serious, and pulled Yang Peidong's arm into the open road, and was stuck at the crosswalk by the red light.He looked at a chain supermarket across the road with cold eyes, and silently clenched his fingers.

Yang Peidong asked with a confused head: "What's the matter? You can't be so scared?"

Zhang Yan didn't answer, and only asked, "Did you come by car?"

"Today my car number is limited," Yang Peidong said.He felt that Zhang Yan sighed irritably, but on the surface he looked unusually calm.

Yang Peidong became nervous and asked, "What's wrong?"

At the green light, Zhang Yan pulled him across the road quickly, but saw a few black-clothed gangsters appearing on the opposite side in the middle of the road, and looking back, it was the same, Zhang Yan stopped in his tracks.A fat man spat out a mouthful of phlegm, crushed out his cigarette butt, and came towards them flanking each other.

Yang Peidong gave a "fuck" sound, pulled him and started to run wildly on the road, saying as he ran, "I said your mother is really a disaster! You were surrounded by people just as soon as you stepped out!"

It's not easy to take a taxi in Yancheng at night, everyone is living a drunken nightlife, and the driver is busy collecting tickets and has no time to take care of the two fleeing refugees.Zhang Yan even hired four or five rental cars, but they were ignored, leaving only a wisp of smoke.

Hu Bing, who was still busy working overtime at the TV station, received a photo in real time.He patted two young men running wildly hand in hand, one of them looked back with particularly handsome eyebrows, his hair was blown by the evening wind, showing an inexplicable sense of art.

Then he received a message: Reciprocity.

Hu Bing stood up suddenly, stared at the sender for ten seconds, and then made a phone call.

The phone rang for a long time, then hung up automatically.

Zhang Yan didn't answer.

Hu Bing called three or four more times, but didn't answer.

His fingers trembled slightly, wondering if he was angry, and then he clicked on the sender to call, and also hung up automatically.Hu Bing thumped the table violently and cursed.Everyone in the office looked over, and then quickly turned their heads to continue their work. It seemed that they were not interested in other people's private affairs.

The phone rang, and Wang Hao sent another message: Do you think his hands are worth more than his face?

Wang Hao investigated him, Hu Bing thought inexplicably calmly, but when did he know?

Hu Bing also sent a message, but he pressed his hand on the sending page but didn't know what to send. His brain went blank, and he couldn't analyze what to say that would not anger the other party.

Hu Bing went out immediately, called a car and drove directly to Yancheng.

What Zhang Yan does is handicraft work, not physical work. Yang Peidong is also an office worker, and the biggest physical exercise every day is ward rounds, but fortunately, the people behind him are not in the same place, especially that fat man who has fallen down three times on the road.

Yang Peidong said: "Run to Nanhe Thirteenth Street!" His voice was disturbed by the wind.

Zhang Yan interface: "We are running in the opposite direction! How do we go back, do we have to circle around?" His cell phone kept ringing, but he didn't have time to answer the call at all.

Yang Peidong said: "We ran in the wrong direction from the beginning, and the further we went, the more we deviated..."

Zhang Yan's brain was a little short of oxygen when he was running, and his legs no longer belonged to him. He had never experienced the survival instinct of a living being.

Suddenly the sound of a motorcycle came from behind, and a sentence flashed in Zhang Yan's mind: It's over!

Yang Peidong suddenly pulled him to turn a corner, walked into a community, climbed into a fence, and hid in a dark hut. A ball rolled over and almost tripped Zhang Yan—this is the stadium. equipment room.

The two finally took a breath, Zhang Yan asked, "This... what is this place?"

Yang Peidong also dressed rough and said: "A high school... When I was in college, our school came here to recruit students... This place is sparsely populated and still under development. I just remembered."

The phone was still ringing, Zhang Yan took out the phone and carefully turned it to silent before pressing the answer button.Any plans to hang him for a few days have gone with this fucking night.

"Where are you?" Hu Bing asked impatiently, his voice trembling slightly.

Zhang Yan was stunned for a while, and his mind seemed to understand something instantly: "Those people are here for you?"

Hu Bing clenched the phone tightly and said "um", "I'll go there now, protect yourself. Don't hang up the phone..."