Tales on the Green Train

For a week in a row, Zhang Yan had the feeling of being followed, but unfortunately, the only one stalking around was a very unseemly black Xiali, the kind that could be thrown out with just a little accelerator.He can only think of one person who can drive Xiali to follow people - a street gangster.The profession of a street gangster is obviously far away from him, and he really can't urinate in a jug.

Zhang Yan deliberately slowed down and walked on the road, then turned his head and looked at the shabby broken car, but the small broken car turned off with a snort.

Zhang Yan: "..."

He sighed a few times and walked a few steps, glanced behind him from time to time, he was almost at the hotel, Xiali hadn't started yet.The corner of Zhang Yan's mouth grinned, and he thought it was a little cute.

The little intern in the car anxiously sent today's photos, Hu Bing looked at the photos and asked him: Did he find you?

Intern: It seems that he has discovered it a long time ago. A few days ago, he deliberately walked a long way.

Hu Bing: So you have been following him?

Little Intern: Yes.

Hu Bing: ...

Hu Bing squeezed his forehead, and finally sent a message saying: All right, you can go back tomorrow.

The implicit meaning of this sentence is: you have to come back the day after tomorrow.

The little intern sent a message: Okay, I drove away as if I had received an amnesty.

Zhang Yan stood by the window and watched the exhaust of the car going away, then drew the curtains and went into the bathroom.Warm water splashed on his face, and the water dripped across his chest and down his abdominal muscles—who could be sending someone to follow him?Could it be him?He wiped several handfuls of hair, lather covering his muscles.

Zhang Yan wrapped himself in a bathrobe, went out and opened the photo album on his phone, and there were dozens of photos of the same person.This person has been shielded by his brain for a long time, forgotten for a long time during the ups and downs of ten years, and remembered many times.

He once flaunted it as an old friend with a good laugh, and he casually mentioned it to others as an old friend. He was lamented and regretted by him, and he was gratified and praised, but no matter what mood he had, In the end, they all belong to the word "old friend".

Every time he returned to China, Yang Peidong always wanted to tell him something about Hu Bing, as if it was a routine report, Zhang Yan only replied: "It's been so long, why do you keep doing it for him?" Yang Peidong stopped talking. , but the next time he called, he started to report again, as if he had a hobby, "I never heard that he was looking for a partner."

"Then what does it matter to me?"

China is his hometown, and every time he comes back, he is forced to accept the fact that that person exists, and most of the time he really thinks he has forgotten it, except for a certain time when Yang Peidong talked to him and brought up a hot search in China: Hu Bing’s ring.There was a real movement in his heart, and then he fell into memories for a long time.

Ten years is too long, and there are too many encounters when going abroad, each of which is more painful than the last. It took Zhang Yan a long time to figure out that "Hu Bing is different from others" and "the harm he brought to himself is not the same as that of others." It's different too" those two things.

But what if it's different?The problems in front of them are still unresolved, the past has always passed, and even if they take it out and try it again, the taste will have changed a long time ago.Many times the beauty of memories is precisely because of their imperfections.

Zhang Yan shook his head to shake off his chaotic thoughts, took his phone and planned to order takeaway.Who would have expected to see Yang Peidong's WeChat after turning on his phone. Yang Peidong and Wang Huifeng were rushing over with a hot pot. The hot pot is a real "hot pot". Yang Peidong even specially sent him a photo. Zhang Yan looked at the second file on the picture. The mini electric hot pot, suddenly covered with black lines.

Not long after, the two rushed over, and Zhang Yan had already changed his clothes and cleared the table.As soon as Zhang Yan opened the door, he saw Yang Peidong and Wang Huifeng carrying a huge travel bag, and when they opened it - it was full of ingredients...and pots.

Zhang Yan: "..."

"Won't you be investigated for eating hot pot with electricity in the hotel? What about tripping?"

"This hotel isn't that bad - we've been there before."

Zhang Yan: "..."

Wang Huifeng's cheeks turned red instantly, looking a little naive.

Wang Huifeng and Yang Peidong slept together when they were drunk N years ago. Zhang Yan, who was abroad at the time, was just about to close his eyes when he received a phone call from overseas and listened to the screams of killing pigs for five hours— — This guy got enough sleep by himself, so he completely forgot about the jet lag.

Afterwards, I heard Yang Peidong gossip about it for several months, about the embarrassment of the meeting, about the misunderstanding, about what he seems to have been secretly in love with me, and so on. After half a year of acting in a romantic comedy, the relationship was finally formalized.

The three big men were cooking hot pot in a palm-sized electric pot. After two or three mouthfuls, the soup was gone, and then water was added. After adding water and ingredients, Zhang Yan felt that they were a little pitiful, and finally ordered a few takeaways.

"So how on earth did you get together?" Zhang Yan asked while gnawing on the fried chicken leg. After so many years, he still didn't understand it. It felt like there were many versions, and many of them involved himself.

"He is sullen, and I'm too embarrassed to say that he has a crush on him, that's all," Yang Peidong pointed at Wang Huifeng with his chopsticks and said vaguely.

Zhang Yan was deeply impressed by this concise and concise expression, so he had to change the subject: "What should I do at home? Are you still delaying?" This question was asked to Wang Huifeng, because Yang Peidong had already come out of the closet.

Wang Huifeng nodded.Yang Peidong waved his hands and said with great enthusiasm: "It's okay, if the two of us break up, I will come to you. Xiao Yanyan, you will always be my first candidate for a spare tire!"

"It's interesting to tease me, isn't it?" Zhang Yan rolled his eyes at him, "Okay, this is also a turn of events, so you can just play hard."

As soon as Yang Peidong heard this, he thought of Hu Bing, "He is very successful now, uh... he is not particularly famous, but at least he is the kind that everyone knows when he shows his face."

"It's been half a year since I came to Yancheng, how can I not know?" Zhang Yan wondered whether to tell the story of his recent being followed, but he didn't know how long he said it directly. The friendship we have had for more than ten years can also be called a confidant.

Yang Peidong patted Wang Huifeng's shoulder immediately when he heard the words, and said with joy, "Do you need a bodyguard? If it's him, what do you think? Shall I help you tie the line or help you kick him away?"

Zhang Yan was really speechless for a man in his 30s who was still staring and acting like a baby, "I didn't think much about it, but I was followed every day... Tsk, it feels weird."

Yang Peidong stretched out a finger and pointed as if suddenly enlightened: "I understand, I understand, you are afraid, you are afraid that it is him, and you are afraid that it is not him. So, you stay for a few days, and I will take a vacation after two days , let me help you take a look at this mysterious stalker."

mystery?Hearing these two words, Zhang Yan thought of the careless stalker during the day, and he really didn't feel that he was so mysterious.In the final analysis, it was really me who was afraid, otherwise I would have known if I had just gone up and had a look.Just that little Xiali who turned off the flame after walking three or two steps...

"Where are you going to sleep tonight?" Zhang Yan took a sip of Coca-Cola, "Drive back?" Zhang Yan wanted to say: If you drive back, you have to leave early, it's getting late.Unexpectedly, Yang Peidong replied: "No, the room is just downstairs from yours."

Zhang Yan: "..."

"It hurts to be idle, can you open a room if you don't go home?"

Yang Peidong said mysteriously: "There is an atmosphere—in fact, at the beginning, I was just afraid of being stopped by people for sneaking around with so many things, but later I saw that the hotel was not bad, so I just opened one."

...Hehe, it's a good thing it's downstairs, Zhang Yan thought, it would be so embarrassing if it was next door.

One disadvantage of staying in a hotel is that you can hear strange sounds every day. This... is really not good for your physical and mental health.

After Yang Peidong left, Zhang Yan cleaned up the mess and went down to throw out the trash while eating.I sat around the back garden of the hotel for a while before going upstairs.

Hu Bing opened the window and looked at him through the light, feeling anxious like thousands of ants scratching inside. He was afraid that someone who wasn't paying attention would disappear, but he didn't have the guts to rush up directly, and he couldn't find a suitable one. The opportunity to insert a space beside him.

Tsk, what can I do?You can't chase someone after you are over 30, and you need to find a large backup, right? !Why didn't God arrange the coincidence of those unexpected meetings on him?Let him try Zhang Yan's reaction, it's good to have an idea.

Hu Bing hammered the steering wheel depressedly, walked up to the lobby with all his strength, and was about to ask the lady at the front desk for the room number of a handsome guy. His confidence dropped to zero when he was three meters away from the lobby, and he shrank his legs and ran again. went back.This was repeated about three or four times, and maybe God couldn't stand it any longer, and poured a basin of rain unceremoniously on him, turning his straight suit into a rag.

Standing in the rain, Hu Bing calmed down instead, like a criminal with a conscience, as happy as he was finally punished after committing a crime.

After the rain passed, he wiped his face, pulled off the ring around his neck, walked to the lobby and handed it to the front desk lady: "Please give this to Mr. Zhang Yan."

The lady at the front desk handed him the notebook, rubbed her eyes and recognized him confusedly, glanced at the name and mobile phone number he left behind and said excitedly: "Can I add you on WeChat, Mr. Hu? Don't worry, I won't reveal it to others. .”

Hu Bing is not in the mood to exchange feelings with her now, and said flatly: "It is possible, but I am usually busy at work, so I may not have time to chat."

The lady at the front desk said: "It's okay, I just want to know how high-end people like you usually live, and look forward to it."

Hu Bing: "..."

When did he become a high-end person?

"Oh, well, this ring is very precious, don't lose it."

"It's okay, I know Zhang Yan, I'll go up and bring it to him in a while."

For a while... Hu Bing's heart fluttered for a moment, do you want... to meet?