Tales on the Green Train

Hu Bing sorted out the interview materials, even arranged the layout, and sent them directly to Lin Yehui.Lin Yehui flattered him a lot: "There is a reason for you to be able to climb to this position today, Bingzi. Look at this job. It's beautiful and professional. I didn't expect you to make a layout for me and send it to me." .”

"You should thank me that I have time to do renovations recently, so I have to leave it at ordinary times and designate nothing."

"I know, you are a busy person. You are young, so you have to work hard—to thank you, how about I introduce you to a wife?"

Hu Bing: "..."

Lin Yehui couldn't see other people anyway, so he continued without fear of death: "Make sure your face is bulging forward and upturned—it's still natural, with high IQ and high education, which is definitely conducive to the growth and development of future generations..."

Hu Bing hung up the phone directly, and personally demonstrated what it means to be "speechless".

Who would have thought that Lin Yehui handed in the manuscript today, so he took a break for a day, and wanted to talk to someone for a while, but before he put his phone in his pocket, he called again directly: "What are you hanging up? Someone is here to check the post." Already?—Do you have a date?..."

Hu Bing slid his Adam's apple, brewing emotions. After brewing for a long time, he found that he had no other emotions except "speechless"—his mouth that couldn't spit out ivory had been worn down by time to the size of the back molars.

So Hu Bing had a flash of inspiration and said: "Then you help me pay attention to someone, and you don't have to bother to introduce me to a wife to thank me, just find him, especially the woodcarving circle."

"Oh, what's his name?"

"Zhang Yan, the Yan of three fires."

"This name...is not so easy to find, it's all over the world!"

Hu Bing smiled wryly, "Yan, Yan, Yan, Yan, Yan, any one of them here will get millions of searches on the Internet, and the rate of duplicate names is too high.

Hu Bing raised his eyebrows and said, "Then don't exchange feelings, let's just talk about money—tell me, how much is my trip worth?"

Lin Yehui immediately said: "Talk about love, talk about love, and talk about money. What you said seems like I'm so picky."

Hu Bing snorted coldly, thinking: Isn't it?When he was a reporter, the people under Lin Yehui's subordinates who complained the most among his peers were nothing but stingy.But he also has one good point, that is, he doesn't owe anyone anything, and his interests are clear, otherwise he wouldn't have been in this position for so many years without being slapped down.

The two chatted for a few more words before hanging up the phone.

One month later, Hu Bing received a letter from Lin Yehui: "There is a Miao Qingyuan in the Dongcheng District of Yancheng who is restoring an ancient building. I heard from the letter that he hired a foreign woodcarver. He is young, handsome, but good at craftsmanship. Zhang Yan, I think it matches your description..."

Lin Yehui continued to talk a lot, but it may be out of professional habits, all his key points have been extracted at the beginning, and the rest are all parents' nonsense.Hu Bing's soul had long since escaped - he never thought that Lin Yehui could really find it!

He threw the house to the renovation team, and he didn't care if any important information would be leaked or if his valuables were stolen. He went downstairs and drove to Dongcheng District—couldn't it be him, how could it be? so coincidental?Dongcheng District, so close to him?If there is no traffic jam, it takes 20 minutes to drive there, even if you ride a bicycle, it will take less than an hour.

He conveniently called Lin Yehui again: "When did he come?"

Lin Yehui was stunned for a moment before realizing what it meant, and said: "Miao Qingyuan started repairing it half a year ago. If he came here at that time, it must have been half a year."

Hu Bing was speechless for a while, and opened the door to ask questions: "If there is anything else he has to do, you can tell me."

Lin Yehui then gave him a brief explanation of the process: "The young interns don't know how to focus, and they just want to interview and write manuscripts for a few things. I glanced at the pile of manuscripts that were handed in. He also accepted I have an interview, do I want to send it to you? I’ll send you WeChat. But I’m not sure if it’s him, so don’t be too happy—what’s the relationship between you two? Why are you so excited?”

Hu Bing automatically ignored the gossip, thinking: It must be him!He is back.

"—Hey, hello! What is the relationship between you two? Don't mobilize an editor's appetite, okay? This is too cruel."

"He is my wife," Hu Bing said calmly.

Lin Yehui: "..."

Lin Yehui was well-informed and was stunned for at most three seconds, "It turns out that this is what you are good at. No wonder you are not interested in introducing beautiful women to you."

Lin Yehui continued to babble: "I can't see it, boy, no wonder all beauties are matched with 'beasts' now. It turns out that handsome people are internally digested."

Hu Bing felt that his thoughts were a little distracted by his nonsense, so he said firmly: "Tell your little intern to look after him, and I will open the way for him in the future."

"Come on, uncle, go chase after your wife, I'll let the little intern drive over to assist you."

Hu Bing was puzzled, he didn't know why he connected "he came back" and "he forgave me" together.How did such a thing without cause and effect come from the bottom of his heart?But it seems to have always existed.

The road was still blocked, and it would always be blocked. Hu Bing was so anxious that he wished he could spit out a mouthful of real fire of samadhi to burn a road.But he is not a little dragon, and he can't breathe fire to burn others, so he can only burn himself.

It took more than half an hour in the traffic jam to reach Miao Qingyuan, and it was almost time to get off work when we got there.I don't know if he left or not, otherwise I might have to sleep in the car all night.But the traffic control in Yancheng is quite strict, I don't know if people will be driven away...

A lot of things popped up in Hu Bing's mind in an instant, and they were all illogical and useless things.He may really follow his father, but his father is talking about it, and he is talking about it in his head.

The car drove into an ancient architectural garden, but there were not many people to be seen. It was as quiet as the back garden of a certain prince and grandson in ancient times.The car circled around and finally arrived at the Supervision Office in the "back garden". It was a three-story modern building. People in overalls came in and out, moving in a pair of dismantled wooden doors and windows, Take out the new one again.

Hu Bing looked up at the upstairs, and he knew that in a certain hall above, a group of people were busy making replica sculptures and restoring old objects into a certain museum in the garden.

Feeling timid near the hometown, he was suddenly afraid to take this first step.Ten years has already worn away the enthusiasm of his youth. He didn't go directly to knock on people's doors like he did when he was 18, just to confirm his true feelings.

He rushed over anxiously, but suddenly found that he didn't have the courage to go up to him and ask if that Zhang Yan was him, and then apologize or repent to him, repenting for so many years missed by a single thought.

Hu Bing parked the car by the side of the road, turned off the engine, and waited hesitantly for the staff to get off work, looking through the bushes and trees for the familiar shadow.

At five o'clock, the staff left one after another, but the sky was suddenly covered with cloudy clouds at this moment. After a few lightning strikes, it rained instantly, and everyone was blocked under the eaves of the lobby, just like Hu Bing's scribbled body The day I ran to the station to pick up someone.

Thunderstorms usually come and go quickly. After the rain gradually subsided, many people ran into the rain with their heads covered.It was only then that Hu Bing saw the man in white casual clothes who had been covered by the crowd. His brows were slender and his eyes were bright, but he was no longer always smiling as usual, and there were many more things that he couldn't see clearly.

Zhang Yan looked up at the sky, as if hesitating whether he should run into the rain or not. Hu Bing stared at him in a daze for a long time before he realized this. He turned his head to the co-pilot to get an umbrella. When he turned back, Zhang Yan had already taken a step. Stepping into the muddy water, the splashed mud stains covered the trousers, and Hu Bing's hand to open the door was still in the air.

He watched Zhang Yan's back fade away, and then he started the car slowly, following the person in front at the lowest speed like a wretched stalker.

Ten minutes later, Zhang Yan quickly ran into a hotel before the second wave of rainstorm. He shook his sleeves at the gate, rubbed his feet, said hello to the front desk lady, and then entered the elevator.

Looking at his back, Hu Bing felt sad—he took good care of himself.He subconsciously attributed this to his negligence.

The pouring rain fell instantly, and Hu Bing belatedly complained about his cowardice in the confined space. He had probably never been so cowardly in his life.He drove the car into the hotel's temporary parking lot, but he didn't get out of the car for a long time. He lost his mind for a while, whether to enter or retreat.

At this time, the little intern arranged by Lin Yehui called to ask for his location. Hu Bing had a flash of inspiration, and immediately had a very abnormal idea: "XX Hotel, I will send you the photos later, and someone will send them to me." Take care, if one day you can't find anyone...you're done!"

Little intern: "..."

Hu Bing threatened: "Did you hear that?!"

"Hey... hey, good good."