Tales on the Green Train

Boys can be roughly divided into three categories. One category is based on strength, which can be called "muscular men". Their natural strength is stronger than many people; the second category is the product of civilization in a civilized society. Hands-on, generally do not cause trouble; the three categories are like "other categories" in all categories, the number of coverage is not necessarily large, but the scope is relatively wide.

Hu Bing and Zhang Yan obviously belonged to the second category. They were products of civilization, and they didn't have terrible aggressiveness, nor did they have any special hobbies.

But most girls don't like "muscular men" or "other types", they just like gentlemen with good temper and good manners in the middle.If this person is more good-looking, he is basically the best choice for the lover of his dreams.

Three years have passed, and Zhang Yan's hobbies have not changed. Hu Bing looked helplessly at Zhang Yan who was waiting at the school gate—he still likes white.A white shirt was worn inside a white loose cotton coat—the neckline was parted three times, and the collarbone had already been exposed.And white slim pants.

Hu Bing was not ashamed to say: If you go to the countryside with this outfit, you will probably be beaten to death.

Hu Bing approached him: "Why are you dressed so grandly?"

Zhang Yan raised his eyebrows with a smile like a flower: "There is a performance today, forgot?"

It was only then that Hu Bing discovered that this man's cotton-padded jacket could really be called a fluffy bag. Not to mention the hemp rope to close the waist, the pockets on both sides were as big as sacks, and the one-piece hat was fluffy with a circle of windless and automatic fur, like The aquatic plants at the bottom of the lake have a very "kawaii" big-faced cat painted on the back.And his only "normal" trousers looked closer and there was a string of ribbon bells hanging on the front right...

Looking at Zhang Yan, Hu Bing began to wonder if there was something wrong with his own aesthetics, and couldn't help but look at his own body—jeans, leather sneakers, and a white sweater worn under a black short coat. The sleeves of the white sweater were still dark blue. of.

Compared with Zhang Yan, his outfit was a bit too serious.

But there is no way, the little girl loves this kind of thing——he clearly felt that more eyes were cast on him when he came out today, and he could figure out who it was because of with his nostrils.

Hu Bing couldn't help but glanced at the person around him again, only to see that this person was still smiling like a flower—oh, mother, it really looks like a white peacock with its tail open.Not to mention, he actually saw it the last time he went to the zoo.

From Acropolis University to Century Square, take the No. 9 bus for 10 minutes, and Hu Bing feels like standing on pins and needles during these 10 minutes.Naturally, there were a lot of people in the car on weekends. If Zhang Yan's eyes were destructive, Zhang Yan might have been eaten up by the wolves, tigers and leopards in the car, leaving no bones left.

What Hu Bing faced was a puddle of blood.

He grabbed the handrail with one hand, buried his face in the crook of his arm pretending to take a nap, and managed to get out of the car.

As soon as Hu Bing got out of the car, he said with emotion: "I really lost weight by coming out with you."

Zhang Yan: "How to say?"

Hu Bing: "I'm sweating from being watched by a group of people."

Zhang Yan: "Hahaha..."

"Tsk", he looked at Zhang Yan with a slightly smiling and reproachful look for a while, and then said, "Are you proud now? Satisfied, right? That's fine." Hu Bing hugged him subconsciously. shoulder, "You still have a performance later, don't you, save some effort. Don't be afraid of laughing out of breath."

"I'll treat you to ice cream after your performance," Hu Bing said.

Zhang Yan subconsciously followed his gaze and looked at the small ice cream shop not far away. The shop owner brazenly named the shop with a very high profile - Michelin ice cream.

"Okay," Zhang Yan agreed bluntly, "Well, but I'll treat you. You invited me to dinner last time. I can't let you invite me all the time. After all, you are still a student."

As soon as he said this, before Hu Bing could express his attitude, a person on the stage set up in front of him called his name.

This person is Yang Fang.

Zhang Yan came over after hearing the sound, Yang Fang glanced at the person behind him from afar, and waited for Zhang Yan to walk in before asking, "Friend?"

Zhang Yan nodded.

Yang Fang pointed his chin at the table, "Can I have a song?"

Zhang Yan tilted his head and concluded, "Probably not." His eyes flickered and he suddenly said mysteriously, "It's more boring."

Yang Fang looked back again: "Tsk, it's a pity, she looks okay."

Zhang Yan grinned and muttered: "Not everyone who is good-looking has to sing, you are not a scout for an economic company."

Yang Fang rolled his eyes at him and signaled him to rehearse as soon as possible, so as not to cause trouble when the time comes.

Bored, Hu Bing walked around the Century Square, and when he came back, there were no extra seats, since the show had just started.The temporary plastic chair was light and fluffy, and it wasn't very comfortable to sit on. Hu Bing subconsciously thought that Zhang Yan's flirt must be the cause of the trouble, completely ignoring human instinct - sitting is more comfortable than standing.

Zhang Yan came on stage in the second half of the performance, and the audience who were about to fall asleep were dazzled by his white suit.Seen from a distance, his light brown hair and light brown pupils looked a little lighter under the white clothes.

As Hu Bing walked forward, he took out his mobile phone and took a photo of him at the right front of the stage.

The pixels of old mobile phones are really poor, and the photos are blurred like a mosaic, which looks like a ball of dancing flames in the dark night.

Hu Bing moved back a little while holding the phone, and pressed the shutter again, this time taking a clear picture of the frontal face.

He looked at the photos carefully for a while, and was about to raise his head to watch the real person on the stage, when suddenly someone patted his back full of resentment, and Hu Bing subconsciously turned his head back with a terrified expression.

Che Xiang squinted his eyes, which were not that big, and his dangerous gaze couldn't reveal the slightest bit.

Che Xiang: "What about the football match?"

Hu Bing: "...forgot."

Only then did Hu Bing remember that last weekend he had agreed to Che Xiang to help his department play a football match against the group of brats in the Department of Management who thought highly of themselves.

Che Xiang was admitted to the Department of Architecture of Acropolis University of Science and Technology, which is adjacent to Acropolis University. Students on both sides often ignore the boundary line in the middle and go to the other school to take classes.The same goes for various activities such as basketball games and football games.

At this time, Hu Bing was desperately trying to find an excuse how to explain this matter.

Che Xiang couldn't believe it, he didn't know how he could say such a ruthless and shameless excuse so frankly, thinking of how his team was beaten by someone for lack of a substitute today, he couldn't help but get angry Xinlai said indignantly: "Forgot? You forgot to go to the neighbor's house to play football. Why do you want to take the bus all the way to Century Square to watch the fools burn it?"

The idiots on the stage are holding the microphone and singing "Half Moon Serenade" affectionately.Zhang Yan's half-cast eyes and clear voice showed a unique and unusually heavy pain.

Hu Bing once again forgot Fa Xiao's cry.

Che Xiang squinted his eyes, and took out the 50-degree glasses he just got from his pocket: "Hiss...why does this person look familiar to me?"

From 2002 to 2003, mainland pop music sprung up like mushrooms after rain, and a large number of new singers emerged.As a resident singer in a bar, you must be proficient in at least two to three hundred songs, covering Cantonese, Chinese and English, and the content includes classical pop and endless new music on the market.

To be honest, Zhang Yan doesn't have any special feelings for music. Playing music is really about playing.He has been wandering for many years, and he has long been used to not taking anything seriously. He often thinks about it, learns everything but is not good at it, and has many hobbies and few majors.

But from the bottom of his heart, what he likes most is wood carving, which involves a unique feeling and thought--Zhang Yan's parents were busy when he was a child, and his grandfather brought him up. It was only when I attended the funeral that I remembered that I had a son.

Grandpa is one of the apprentices known as the "Emperor of Carved Flowers" in Dongyang woodcarving. Unfortunately, due to limited talent and opportunities, he failed to develop into a famous master.In his generation, traditional handicrafts were gradually replaced by machines, and only by engraving amazing works in one fell swoop would they have a chance to catch people's attention.Content that is too simple will be mass-produced quickly by machinery.It was impossible to support his family on it, and he still had to eat.

Zhang Yan is very optimistic, very open minded, he has a kind of blind optimism that "life is like being raped|raped, if you can't resist, then enjoy it", so he quickly developed this skill of throwing money into throwing money hobbies.After all, a hobby is to spend money occasionally depending on your mood, but if you are a craftsman, you spend money all the time.

"Damn, I remembered, isn't this the troublemaker? Damn it... What kind of fate is this, I haven't found a girlfriend yet. Bingzi, let's stay away from him." Che Xiang said Just went to break Hu Bing's shoulder, who knows that Hu Bing, a young man of normal weight, can't even break it like a town house lion at the door.

Che Xiang: "..."

Hu Bing always felt that Zhang Yan was like a mirror that was broken and glued together again. One shot could reflect thousands of broken and broken faces. Every face was the real him, but each face was not the complete him. .It makes people think about what the real person standing in front of the mirror looks like.

Hu Bing suddenly asked: "What kind of person do you think he is?"

Che Xiang said lazily: "Red... no, Lan Yan is a disaster, meeting him is definitely not a good thing."

Hu Bing wondered: "Why is nothing good? Isn't he very good?"

"Tsk, it's because it's so good," Che Xiang said, "It's good to make people feel creepy. Let me ask you, have you seen his negative side?"

Hu Bing lowered his eyes and thought for a while, "I haven't been with him for long."

Che Xiang snorted coldly and curled his lips, "Every time you meet him, you forget me completely. It was like this three years ago, and it will still be like this three years later. I'm too lazy to talk to you."

Hu Bing still cared about the word "creepy" in his heart. He really wanted to justify a few more words, but felt that it was a bit too much to justify.

Zhang Yan got off the stage and declined the little girls who came to ask for contact information. His face was still covered with residual makeup, making his whole face more defined.He was sweating from the heat, took off his coat and draped it over his body: "Let's go, go eat ice cream."

As soon as Hu Bing moved, Zhang Yan discovered Che Xiang who was blocked by Hu Bing, but three years had passed, and he and Che Xiang could not even be regarded as acquaintances.He said very sincerely: "It looks so familiar", his voice was low as if he was talking to himself.

Hu Bing introduced: "Che Xiang, my little boy." Then he said to Che Xiang: "He didn't remember who I was the first time he saw me."

Zhang Yan, who thought he had a good memory, scratched his temples "embarrassedly" at the right time. God knows that he was harmed by "well-informed and insufficient memory".

Zhang Yan stretched out his hand: "I'm sorry buddy, I traveled to three or four places this year, and my memory is a bit insufficient, so I really didn't remember it for a while."

Che Xiang shook his hand back, it was a temporary reconciliation with this disaster.

While eating vanilla-flavored snowballs, Che Xiang made a pertinent evaluation of the environment in the store as an architecture student, and finally added: "It's so fashionable to eat ice cream with the air conditioner on."

Generally, social people who drop out of school early will have a kind of yearning and respect for college students. They subconsciously think that college students will be like successful people on TV after graduation, the kind who sit in an office and spend millions of dollars.

However, Zhang Yan doesn't see much of anything, but he sees a lot of people. In the end, he accidentally read this sentence in a book by a sage: Most of us will eventually become ordinary.So Zhang Yan would not think that college students would be so awesome, but he would still have great respect in his heart.Envy is impossible to envy, the word is too vulgar to suit him.

Zhang Yan asked seriously: "What do you do after graduating from the Department of Architecture? Well, build a house?"

Che Xiang said: "It's almost like taking an engineer exam. After a few years of experience, you can teach others to build houses. After graduation, you can find a construction company to climb up the ranks."

Zhang Yan said very pertinently: "Well, the domestic development is getting faster and faster, especially in the field of public transportation. If you continue to work in this industry, it will be very popular."

This was the first time that Hu Bing and Che Xiang saw Zhang Yan speaking in a serious manner. The two felt a little uncomfortable for a while, and subconsciously glanced at each other.

Zhang Yan scratched the ice cream bowl, as if he didn't notice the weirdness of the atmosphere.

Hu Bing asked at this time: "Then what do you think of reporters? I want to be a reporter after graduation."

Zhang Yan raised half of his face and gave him a half-smile look, Hu Bing blurted out: "What?"

Zhang Yan said in unison: "It's hard."

Zhang Yan wanted to continue to add something, but it seemed that he couldn't find the clue in his mouth for a while.

Zhang Yan said: "I have seen many unfair and dirty things, but I have never met a reporter. I don't know much about this industry, but the truth is always mixed, so I don't want to make too many comments."

The two college students who had just entered university and were full of fantasies about the future felt a little flustered at the thought of Zhang Yan, a senior social person, saying a few words.

It turns out that the world is much bigger and more complicated than they imagined.But Hu Bing obviously thought a little more: How much suffering did he endure knowing so much?

Hu Bing asked: "What about you, are you still playing wood carving?"

Zhang Yan nodded: "This hobby saves money, rotten wood, take the No. 17 bus to the suburbs, and there are everywhere in the mountains and plains."

Hu Bing asked again: "Can I visit your house another day?"

Before Zhang Yan could speak, Che Xiang already took a gulp of soda - he always felt that it was not normal for Bingzi to be a little courteous to Zhang Yan.Although Hu Bing is not noble and glamorous, he is not a person who likes and is good at getting along with others actively.

From his grades to his height to his face and personality, Hu Bing is a person who has been fawned on since he was a child. He has always been surrounded by others. He is friendly and clears up the relationship between neighbors to ensure that everyone can get along in a friendly and harmonious way.It is really not in line with his personality to actively and even urgently ask himself to sit in other people's homes.

Could it be a genetic mutation, Che Xiang thought.

Hu Bing asked with a little doubt, "What's wrong with you?"

Che Xiang murmured for a long time before he said in a nonchalant manner: "It's very good, to promote the relationship between classmates..."