Tales on the Green Train

two years ago -

The light broke a road, Hu Bing stopped the car neatly, slammed the car door, and ran to the apartment building, but saw a person in the flower bed downstairs.

He was wearing white home clothes, and sat on the bench downstairs with his legs crossed in cotton slippers, playing with his mobile phone.

Hu Bing walked over, took off his suit jacket and put it on him: "It's so cold outside, why did you come down with so little on?"

Zhang Yan raised his head and glanced at him with a smile on his lips. He didn't say anything, and continued to play with his phone with his head down.

Hu Bing held his arms with both hands and stroked them up and down: "Go up, it's cold outside."

Zhang Yan still had no expression on his face, as if he hadn't seen him at all.

Hu Bing couldn't help looking at the screen of his mobile phone, wondering what he was looking at so seriously, but the screen was black.Hu Bing suddenly raised his head——

"Mr. Hu, Mr. Hu—"

Hu Bing was awakened, but his body and mind still seemed to be locked in that dream... This feeling was so real, if Zhang Yan's clothes and hairstyle were not still the same as ten years ago, he would have believed it to be true.

For ten years, he seldom dreamed of him. Today, he didn't know what happened. He just leaned on the chair to rest for a while, and he had such an unreasonable dream—would he think of himself?How does it feel when you think about it?Is it nostalgia or resentment?

With Zhang Yan's personality, he should neither miss nor resent. A broken relationship is like a burnt paper. For him, it cannot be revived.Just like Yang Peidong once warned him: the more affectionate people are, the more heartless they are.

Hu Bing opened the QQ that he hadn't used in N years, and slid his finger to the familiar account.That number seemed to be dead, and there has been no movement since that day ten years ago.As long as there is space, he can enter at will, but the content is also a few years old.

Zhang Yan has already given up this account, as well as all the email and forum accounts he used before.It was like a pool of stagnant water, no matter what was sent, it would not be able to stir up any splashes - that person seemed to have disappeared out of thin air.

Hu Bing had a headache and wanted to rub his eyes, but he stopped his hands in mid-air and let them go—he was used to wearing makeup on his face, and his hands would not touch his face easily.

"Ms. Hu," said the makeup artist holding a paintbrush, "I'll touch up your makeup for you, and you're about to go on stage."

Hu Bing straightened his body and nodded, closing his eyes and reminiscing about the dream just now.

The make-up artist is a 23-year-old girl with a neat ponytail, and she works very hard.In the past, in order to shoot the program, all the equipment needed to be moved up the steep cliff hundreds of meters.Carrying the cosmetics of the whole crew, she climbed up the [-]-meter cliff with her bare hands and rubbed her hands with blisters.

In TV stations, all women act as envoys for men, and men act as envoys for donkeys.

The soft brush rubbed against his face, and the makeup artist chatted while touching up his makeup: "It seems that you are nominated for the New Year's Eve Spring Festival Gala in Taiwan this year."

Hu Bing was about to turn his eyes in surprise, but was stopped by the makeup artist.

"Didn't you replace a host last year? Why can't there be another host this year?"

The makeup artist shook her head and said she didn't know, "Anyway, I saw your name on the producer's list of hosts, and I don't know what happened—turn right a little bit."

Hu Bing obeyed obediently, and the makeup artist saw the ring on his neck when he was filling his chin: "Bingge, I've always wanted to ask you a question."

"You said."

"You hang this ring around your neck all the time, does that mean you want to quit dating?"

"...Huh? What does this mean?"

"It means that you will never fall in love in the future. Besides, you have such good conditions and haven't had a partner for so many years. I don't blame others for thinking about it."

It was the first time for Hu Bing to hear that hanging the ring around his neck has this meaning, but wait——

"What do you call someone else?" Hu Bing laughed a little speechlessly, "I never knew what your girls were thinking since I was a child, and you are so particular about wearing a ring."

"Wearing a ring is of course the most important thing." The makeup artist tidied up his stuff and turned to him and said, "Before you find a partner, you must first confirm whether he is single. The ring is the most intuitive way of expressing it."

Hu Bing was slightly taken aback, feeling like an old man holding a tea mug soaking wolfberries and seeing a 16-year-old girl writing a love letter...it's quite fresh.

He took off the ring around his neck and put it in his hand to look at it for a long time. It is strange to say that he has worn many things around his neck over the years, but without exception, they all disappeared within three days, like a supernatural event. of.Only this ebony ring has been worn by sweat, and it has not been lost after wearing it for more than ten years. Sometimes I forget it after wearing it for too long, and I find it is still there when I touch it casually.

It's just a pity that the sealing glue on it has been worn out, and it really doesn't match the performance costumes that don't repeat every day.Hu Bing once wanted to find a master to repair it, but he was a little bit reluctant in his heart. After all, this ring was completely made by that person, and he was not willing to destroy it all.

The director in front of the stage had already held a meeting and called for a rehearsal, and Hu Bing put on the ring and went on stage.

When he got off the stage after the rehearsal and was about to officially start, the assistant suddenly rushed over holding the phone: "Bingge, your call said that there was something very important, and it was from Editor-in-Chief Lin."

Lin Yehui is the editor-in-chief of the provincial newspaper. Those in the mixed media circle deal with each other every day, and old people with some qualifications can be called by name.Lin Yehui has a relatively frank personality, and has a good relationship with Hu Bing, but he doesn't know if he can contact him for important matters, not to mention that he has not been a reporter for a long time.

Hu Bing answered the phone and said "Hello", only to hear Lin Yehui say straight to the point: "Bingzi, do me a favor and go interview Liu Guolin."

Hu Bing trembled when he heard the word "Liu Guolin", and his chest suddenly became weak, "I haven't been a reporter for many years, and I haven't been a host since I mentioned it. I almost forgot how to interview. gone."

"I don't think I can forget, I believe in you".

Hu Bing would like to say, where does your trust come from?

"Mr. Liu's last closed pen exhibition, the previous reporter was so fucked up, he went to dig the grave in a fucking hurry!"

Hu Bing couldn't help breaking his tears into laughter. This reason for missing work is really fresh and refined.

Lin Yehui said: "I have to go to Liu Lao's closed pen work. The old people are so old, people in their 80s and [-]s, there are people who have no tomorrow today. I thought about it, and you are the only reporter who has research on woodcarving—— Although you are no longer a reporter, but if you are willing to help me, then you are my father!"

Hu Bing: "..."

Hu Bing said: "If you say that, then I really dare not go. There are multiple sons for no reason, and they are older than me."

"Don't, don't introduce it—you're my son, okay, I really won't quarrel with you, you know, things are rare and expensive, if Mr. Liu goes away one day, then his works will appreciate in value Not at 01:30, all collectors are concerned about this."

This sounds a bit weird, as if you are looking forward to someone's death, but it is also true. The things left by people after death are unique, unique, impossible to have, and of course more valuable.

Hu Bing glanced at the auditorium: "I'm going on stage, please send me the time and place on WeChat, and I'll arrange it."

Before Lin Yehui called him "Father", he hung up the phone by himself.

People over thirty are really busy, either one gets married or the other has children, and half of the monthly salary is spent on followers.Before Hu Bing could arrange time to be relegated to an interview, he called again to say that he had become a father.

To be honest, being a father is really not easy for him. They have been married for four years, and they quarrel every day, whether they are divorced or separated.Che Xiang's sons are all in elementary school, and they have their first child together.

Because everyone was in Yancheng together, Hu Bing kept in touch with them all the time.It's just that they are busy with work, and it's really hard to find time to get together by chance, especially for a workaholic like Hu Bing who has black and white.

The two managed to squeeze out a lunch time to get together, only to hear: "You know you are busy every day, I think you didn't go home during the Chinese New Year—damn, you have to bring a compartment to eat wontons, what? bug."

Hu Bing said: "It would be nice to invite you to dinner. Why are there so many things--there have been a lot of appearances in the past few years, and the number of fans has also increased. It's too troublesome."

"Okay, you can be regarded as a celebrity. I saw you at the New Year's Eve party last year. You said you, you didn't come when I got married, and if you don't come to see my daughter now that I am a father, we two brothers Not right!"

Hu Bing explained: "I'm really busy... okay, I'll go see Jiang Yue when she is confinement, soon, how many days are left?"

"Just go and see it now, anytime."

"It's not very convenient now, isn't confinement very particular?"

"Why are you so particular?" Peeled a clove of garlic and threw it into his mouth, Hu Bing grinned at the sight, feeling his mouth was burning.

I just heard □□ add: "Just remember to knock on the door before entering."

Leave time for people to get dressed, whoever lies in bed every day and feeds their children is not naked.

Hu Bing responded and took a sip of soup: "Can I go there around three o'clock this afternoon? The sooner the better. I'm afraid I won't have time in two days. I have to take time to go home. I have an important interview in a week."

□□Nodded and said: "Yes, I will say hello to my wife in advance."He asked again: "Aren't you the host? What else are you going to interview? —— You've been relegated?!"

"Fuck you! My friend asked me to go, it only takes four to 10 minutes. I guess I have to prepare for various party preparations and rehearsals. The second half of the year is usually busier than the first half of the year—hey, the stage has another There is a new show coming out, I still want to invest in it and become a resident guest host..."

□□Frowning and looking at him: "Brother, take a break, I'm so tired for you. You are middle-aged, and maintenance is very important, otherwise you will gain weight."

"Brother works out every day and has never put on weight. My brother relies on his appearance to get the upper hand. If it is you, why did you have a round face after having a child? Fortunately, you are tall, otherwise you would have become a ball."

Hu Bing stretched his waist and looked at him, fat is fat, but people say that he has a big heart and a fat body, and he really has a lot of heart, and the whole person looks like a happy middle-aged greasy man.

"Tell Jiang Yue that her dear team leader will visit her this afternoon and let her mother-in-law treat her with food and drink. My time is very precious—it's really expensive."

□□Pouting: "Fart!"