Tales on the Green Train

"—Whether it's the first meeting or the second meeting by chance, the first time I see Zhang Yan, I feel that he is a little different. It's like every time I see the gorgeous fireworks in the night sky, no matter how rough the fireworks are. No matter how boring the color is, the moment it explodes in the sky is particularly eye-catching.”

On November 2002, 11, on the streets of Acropolis Avenue.

"Do you have any opinion on the family planning law that has just been implemented?"

"May I ask how many children you have in your family, and what is the biggest difficulty in your life?"

... An old man with deep wrinkles and deep grooves waved his hands, "Of course the biggest difficulty is that I don't have money! ..."

Hu Bing looked at the back of the old man leaving with his hands behind his back, feeling a bit square!

"Could you help us fill out the questionnaire? - Please fill it out truthfully, thank you."

……

A girl wearing a mask came over, "Team leader, are you sure we want to use this topic as the research direction?"——This kind of attitude of begging for help with the cool breeze in the street is very difficult for a person with a little self-esteem. It was a torment, a torment that added fuel to the fire.

Hu Bing wiped the dust all over his face and nodded, and said straightforwardly: "No matter which subject you choose, you will inevitably be exposed to the outside world. Who told you to study sociology, which is to study society."

For three years, he hasn't learned how to speak tactfully with girls at all.

Sure enough, the girl's small thoughts were exposed, she pulled the mask a little embarrassedly, blocked most of her face, turned her head and walked away.

"Excuse me, what do you think about the family planning that was just implemented..." Hu Bing wiped off his exhausted face and recovered his combat power at light speed, abandoned the old man, and turned to attack the young people.

It's just that this young man looked familiar, and Hu Bing's words got stuck in the air.

Adolescent boys are growing up like joints, three years have passed since they haven't seen each other, and their skeleton and size are no longer the same.

The air suddenly became very quiet.

"I'm not married and have no children, and I don't even have a girlfriend." Zhang Yan raised the tail of his eyes teasingly, "Tsk, I really don't have any views on 'birth' for you."

Hu Bing: "..."

After not seeing him for many years, his mouth seems to be getting more "sharp" every day.It's just that after puberty, the voice is a little different, a little more clear and calm.

Hu Bing finally found a little familiar feeling from this sharp mouth and playful smile, "Why are you here?"

Zhang Yan said without changing his smile, "Well, didn't I tell you that I'm wandering around?"

Hu Bing quickly lowered his eyes, blinking away the bitterness that surged up——unexpectedly, he has been drifting for so many years: "How long have you been in the Acropolis?"

"...It's been three months."

"How long are you going to stay?"

"do not know."

"Um……"

Speaking of which, Hu Bing looked at his watch and said, "Wait a minute", then he walked into a team member and whispered a few words, dismissed the classmates who came to the social investigation together, and then turned around and approached Zhang Yan, " Come on, I'll treat you to a meal."

Zhang Yan nodded—it is the basic etiquette for Chinese people to meet old friends, and it happens to be meal time at this time.It's just that the time of isolation seems to have added a barrier in my heart, and I won't be able to get acquainted for a while.

You don't know how much time you've wasted when you don't meet people you haven't seen for many years.

Zhang Yan was inexplicably emotional, and felt a little weird at the same time.He has always been a person who takes tea to cool down, when the fire is extinguished and the smoke disappears.China is 960 million square kilometers, and he has already traveled almost 480 million. He has never met acquaintances, and he is really not good at "reminiscing about the past".You give him a stranger, and he can make you familiar with him in three sentences, and you can't wait to have a bowl of rice with him.At this time, God suddenly dumped him an old acquaintance, and he was a little at a loss.

He didn't even know if Hu Bing was an old acquaintance. In his wandering life of nearly six years, getting along for a month was really nothing.Fortunately, he has a good memory, otherwise he would not be able to remember his name for a while!

The two walked side by side on the streets of Acropolis Avenue, chatting a few words from time to time.Zhang Yan pulled out all his cultivation to not make the atmosphere awkward.

Hu Bing glanced at the restaurants on both sides of the road, "What do you want to eat? Are there any taboos?"

Zhang Yan looked blankly for a few times—he had already begun to sketch out how to deal with this weird feeling at the dinner table, "Eat...well, let's eat wontons. I know there is a restaurant nearby that is very delicious, and I often visit it for a while. .”

Hu Bing asked in surprise: "You live nearby? It's very close to our school. Why haven't I seen you?"

"We night owls usually stay out during the day," Zhang Yan said, "Today I was hungry because of stomach problems and came out to look for food."

Hu Bing seemed to be holding down his stomach and planned to arrange it on the dinner table - after all, someone said that he was "hungry" and went out.

The wonton shop is just around the corner from the intersection. The storefront is very dilapidated and old, and the red "Li Ji wonton" is crooked.The door is a wooden door for one person to pass through, and the kitchen is where you enter the door, and you can order and cook without any mistakes.The inside is very spacious, as big as two private rooms.The portable tables and chairs are rickety and rattle when touched, and the floor tiles are still two types of splicing.Uneven floors and uneven table legs work together perfectly.

Hu Bing sat down and looked around, and said with emotion: "You will really save me money."

Zhang Yan opened his bright eyes and said with a rare seriousness: "But it's really delicious."

Like all clichés of pleasantries, Hu Bing immediately asked, "What do you do now?"

"Singing at the bar," Zhang Yan answered truthfully.

"Why?" Hu Bing pondered quickly with downcast eyes, "Is it because you can leave at any time?"

Zhang Yan nodded indifferently, when the wontons came up, he was eating seriously, looking really hungry.Of course, Hu Bing would never have thought that this person was just embarrassed and didn't know where to look or what to say.

It has been three months since I came, and Hu Bing thought, "Then you are leaving soon?"

Zhang Yan took a mouthful of food and raised his head to look at him speechlessly. He swallowed his food with difficulty and then said, "Are you so worried about my leaving? You have already said that within less than an hour since we met. Several times."

Hu Bing got stuck.

"It doesn't matter when I will leave, it depends on my mother," Zhang Yan added.

"Then why does your mother take you around all the time? Er... Is it to avoid debts?"

Zhang Yan choked on a wonton and coughed half to death, "You...cough cough, can you hope for me to order?"

After Zhang Yan recovered, he said, "Because she likes it, there is no reason."

There is no reason, he also said this sentence three years ago, and he didn't understand it at all at the time, but now he can feel a little bit of helplessness.

By the time the bowl of wontons was about to bottom out, the two of them were about to go back to their respective homes to find their mothers.Hu Bing added with a pure and innocent face: "Then where do you live now, can I find you in the future?"

Zhang Yan actually couldn't remember what Hu Bing looked like three years ago, but he always felt that his words and deeds were still a little boy who didn't grow up.

The little boy is just like a little milk dog, very cute and harmless, no matter how vigilant the heart is, it should be cute-as long as you don’t tell me about the past, it’s good that I can remember your name, we The two might get to know each other again.

Zhang Yan took a paper towel and wiped his mouth, then took another paper towel and pulled out a pen from Hu Bing's chest pocket. He lowered his head and wrote a few lines, on which his home address and contact information were marked in detail.

While lowering his head to write, he said, "Do you have a mobile phone? If you do, you can call me directly."

Zhang Yan pushed the toilet paper in front of him, Hu Bing took out his mobile phone and watched the number dialed, the annoying ringtone rang two seconds later.Zhang Yan stood up and nodded, "Then I'll be leaving first, and I have to work in the afternoon." - In fact, his work is at night, and he just found an excuse to go home and think about how to deal with this "old friend" in the future .

Tsk, the feeling of reminiscing about the old days is so weird, it's like being stripped of your underpants, it always feels naked|naked|naked and chilly.

When Zhang Yan opened the door, he couldn't help but bend his legs, as if scratching an itch.

Hu Bing stood at the door and watched Zhang Yan leave. He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he always felt that there was a sense of haste hidden in Zhang Yan's calm back.He looked down at the fluffy toilet paper, carefully folded it and put it in his jacket pocket.

Zhang Yan lay on the single bed with his legs crossed, glanced at the missed calls on his mobile phone, and frowned instantly.Seeing that Hu Bing has a deep impression of him, he even invited him to dinner today.

If it's an old friend who doesn't take it seriously, it's very polite to just nod tacitly when we meet unexpectedly after many years.For those who accidentally meet each other like this, the most they can say is "Where have you made money in the past few years? Do you have a girlfriend? Is your family healthy?" and other scenes.

Zhang Yan sighed, and continued to lie on the bed and began to think about Hu Bing.

"Tsk, where did I know him? Hey, I've been to too many places and my memory is a bit confused."

"His name is Hu Bing, right? It should be. My memory is usually correct. Which Bing is it?"

……

Just as he was retrieving his memory, his cell phone rang suddenly—it was a text message from Hu Bing.Zhang Yan just glanced at it and instantly felt his stomach hurt again:

Hu Bing sent him a detailed self-introduction, with a MMS photo attached—it was a wooden tiger head.

Zhang Yan's grinning mouth felt a little hard to close, tsk, maybe his jaw was dislocated.

After a while, he murmured: "...so considerate."

At this time, the phone rang again. Zhang Yan moved his hand that blocked his eyes, and fumbled around the phone lazily with half-open eyes—it was still a text message from Hu Bing:

I'm afraid that if you wander around and meet too many people, you may not be able to remember me.

Ten minutes after the last text message was sent, he actually said this again.

Zhang Yan: "..."

Dude, I will never dare to forget you again.He casually added an "AA" before the note name in Hu Bing's contacts, and the single A was his mother.

"You are my ancestor."

That's enough, he threw the phone on the bed, now there is no need to recall the memory.As soon as he saw the tiger's head, the river of memory had already flowed upstream, and the coefficient "reversed" came back to his mind.

Because he knew that he might throw up his sleeves and leave at any time, the things he sculpted were usually given away. The tiger head was his breakthrough work during that time. A 14-year-old child can be called a genius if he can copy a cartoon tiger so well, but at that time... Zhang Yan couldn't help but glanced at the photo again, and concluded shamelessly: "I What a genius."

I don't know if it was to ease the embarrassment or to be too narcissistic, Zhang Yan casually sent Hu Bing: Am I a genius?

Hu Bing was holding his mobile phone thinking about whether he had done a reckless and stupid thing. He knew that his IQ often had his own ideas, ignored the instructions of his brain, and didn't know when he would explode.

Unexpectedly, the person on the opposite side came with a message in just 2 minutes. Hu Bing finally found a familiar taste and familiar formula after watching the message, and unconsciously showed a relieved smile.

Hu Bing: You are a genius. I have never seen anyone more talented than you.

Zhang Yan was thinking about taking advantage of the good atmosphere to say something to get closer to him, when the phone rang.

"Hello, Brother Yang."

Yang Fang is a senior among bar singers, just in his early thirties, Zhang Yan's current job was recommended by him.

At that time, Yang Fang already had more than ten years of experience in bars.Qingba’s resident singers are relatively lonely. When they sing on stage, they are usually treated as background music. No one looks up at you, let alone applauds.Even when you come and go, no one may notice.

At that time, Zhang Yan had just arrived in the Acropolis, maybe because he was a newcomer with a humble attitude towards everything outside, or maybe it was purely to observe an unfamiliar environment and find his own seat here.In short, Zhang Yan was the only one who watched Yang Fang's whole song seriously, and gave him an incomparably bright smile when they looked at each other.So Yang Fang toasted him with a glass of wine after the game, and the two have been in touch ever since.

After dating for a long time, Yang Fang discovered that this guy who looked like an innocent high school student actually had a smooth-talking mouth, and paired with his beautiful face, he really didn't look like a fuel-efficient lamp.At that time, the Zhisheng Bar happened to be short of a resident singer, and Yang Fang recommended him to try out the venue, but he did not expect it to pass.

Although Yang Fang always suspected that the bar owner had taken a fancy to his face, he repeatedly told the young man who had just come of age to be careful of his sinister heart and be careful of being unspoken.

Although it didn't take long for him to realize that his worries were completely unnecessary, unless Zhang Yan was drugged or violently oppressed, it would be difficult for him to be unspoken.This kid has traveled all over half of China, and his mind is denser than a spider's web.

"Century Plaza has just settled in a brand of home appliances. There is a commercial show on Sunday, do you want to go together?" Yang Fang's voice is very deep, and he is a good voice for singing folk songs. It is no wonder that he has been in this business for more than ten years. .

Zhang Yan couldn't help thinking, what kind of industry would he be able to spend more than ten years in?

"Why don't you make money if you have money?" Zhang Yan said frankly.

"Think about it, it's the weekend, and there's basically no time off in bars. If you come, you'll be singing all day, can your voice take it?"

"All day? How many games are they missing?"

"At least four or five songs should be upvoted. Commercial performances are usually fast songs, and low and melodious songs are obviously inappropriate. You must also pay attention to interacting with the audience."

"Well……"

"I'll give you two hours to think. If you don't believe me after two hours, I'll see if I can find someone else."

"You mean it's hard to find people?"

"Not really, it's just that not many are suitable. Not everyone is as likable as you."

"That's right, I really can't do it if I don't go."

"Are you sure?" Yang Fang smiled teasingly, and even the rough handset couldn't stop the success in his tone.

But Zhang Yan didn't mind at all, whether to go or not, it was basically the same as tossing a coin, it had no effect on the coin itself.

"Go, go, go, it's a big deal to ask for leave after the weekend and come back. If you can't do it, just smash it. I won't be in this business anymore!"

Yang Fang: "..."

His heart of success suddenly wavered a little, and he didn't know whether he should boast at this moment: The young man is so childlike!

Zhang Yan immediately knew how to get close to Hu Bingtao after hanging up the phone: Weekend Century Plaza, shall we go for a walk together?There is my gig.

Hu Bing quickly replied: Good.