Tales on the Green Train

When Hu Bing ran over to pick up people the next day, he found that he couldn't pick them up. He watched as the number of people getting off work dwindled, and Zhang Yan hadn't shown up yet.This time, instead of watching from afar, he stopped the last person who left and asked, but was told that Zhang Yan had asked for leave.

Hu Bing asked anxiously, "How many days did he ask for leave?"

The employee in the gray overalls said: "I don't know, these masters just followed up and asked for leave."

Hu Bing called Zhang Yan, but he didn't answer, and then sent a WeChat message to the front desk lady, who also said that he didn't come back after seeing him out today.Hu Bing understood in his heart: he was avoiding himself.

Hu Bing's heart was blank, he was at a loss, and he didn't want to understand why he was doing this?To get revenge on him?Why can't revenge, have to use this method?

Or he doesn't care at all, can the two of them get together in the end?

Hu Bing sat in the car, pondered for a while, and sent three long messages to Zhang Yan one after another. He almost took out his heart and chopped it into pieces, asking him to take a look at the internal structure.

But Zhang Yan didn't reply. In fact, he didn't look at it at all.

"Run away from home" Zhang Yan took the car all the way to Acropolis, went to the place where they used to live, went to Hu Bing's alma mater, Acropolis University, also went to Milong Night Market, Century Square and Manshan Mountain where dogs were chasing In the wild village where I ran, there was no place where things were different and people were different.It was only here that he could feel that so much time had passed, that the past ten years were not a snap of the fingers.

The cell phone in his pocket kept ringing, Zhang Yan was afraid that he couldn't help but look at it, so he turned it off.He sat on the lawn, watching the trains roaring past in the distance.The weather has cooled down, and the empty wilderness is not pleasant. If it is summer, you can still experience a little romance and literature, but once the temperature drops, you will lose any sense of literature and art.

Three days later, the phone gradually lost its sound. Zhang Yan finally mustered up the courage to take a look at the other contents of his phone except the lock screen.He lay under the quilt and carefully read the messages Hu Bing sent him. Because of the blessing of emotion, he couldn't tell which ones were the sweet words he coaxed him and which ones were sincere.He didn't change his face until he saw the most recent Weibo hot search.

——"Hu Bing came out in public on an interview program!"

Zhang Yan jumped up from the bed in a jerk, but he didn't know what to do after jumping up—can the thing be pushed back after it happened?

Zhang Yan calmed down for a while, leaned against the head of the bed, opened the video, and saw Hu Bing smiling at the camera and said, "Run away after sleeping, you still want to be shameless?"

Zhang Yan pinched the base of his nose and his eye sockets instantly became wet. He found another longer video——

The host asked him: "Someone broke the news that you like men, is that true?"

There was an uproar in the audience, Hu Bing glanced down with a smile: "Yes, but I only liked one man, and I have no interest in others. I don't know if it's because of my personality or my nature. "

"Oh~" the host teased with a smile: "Then how old were you when you found out that you fell in love with him?"

Hu Bing said frankly: "I should be 14 years old when I fell in love with him, but I didn't think so much at the beginning, and I was relatively young. When I really found myself in love with him, I was 18 years old, but I still love him now, but now because of his birth I don't know where my anger went."

The host didn't seem to understand Hu Bing's extremely depressed heart, and privately took it as the sour smell of love, and said with a smile: "Then do you have anything to say to him in front of the TV audience?"

The corners of Hu Bing's eyes and cheeks were a little red. I don't know if it was shyness or nervousness: "Run away after sleeping. Are you shameless? Go home early."

Zhang Yan finally couldn't bear it anymore, put down his phone and lay down on the pillow, weeping silently, jumped out of bed immediately, packed up his things, went downstairs to check out, and then went all the way back to the home that Hu Bing told him about, but it was a pity that Hu Bing stuffed it to him. He did not take his key.

Zhang Yan was standing at the gate of the community, and was about to call him to say that he had forgotten which building it was, but at this time Hu Bing was walking from the outside and saw him looking around blankly.

Zhang Yan leaned on the wall, blew a hooligan whistle and pretended to say, "Handsome guy, is it a one-night stand? The monthly subscription kind."

The aunts dancing in the square at the entrance of the community were stunned, and the people who went out to walk the dog turned their heads to look at him. Only Hu Bing's eyes were red instantly, and he smiled brightly at him and hugged him tightly.

Zhang Yan leaned on his shoulder and whispered: "You dare to lie to me, I will never forgive you again.

"Don't dare, even dare to kill him," Hu Bing choked up.

"Then you think it through?"

"I've been thinking about it for ten years, and I'm absolutely clear. Wife, let's go home."

Zhang Yan let go of him and pretended to be angry, "Call me husband."

Hu Bing: "...Huh?"

Zhang Yan: "From now on, I will call you husband, or I will turn against you."

Hu Bing thought to himself, what's the matter, isn't it just a matter of changing his mouth, and immediately said cheerfully: "Okay old...husband."

Two years later, Yancheng TV Station.

The assistant tugged on Hu Bing's sleeve and said, "You really don't want to go to the rainforest to record a program? The salary has been doubled! There is also a bonus."

"Thank you, I'm not short of money to spend, and it's useless to double it." Hu Bing tugged at his sleeves and was about to leave.

"Increase fans, increase fans!"

"No, I'm going to accompany my wife on his birthday today."

"You are a strict wife, why don't you grow up in your house!"

Hu Bing had already run away.

He first went to take the cake that had already been ordered, and then drove all the way home.When they entered the door, Zhang Yan, Yang Peidong and Wang Huifeng had already prepared the hot pot.Hu Bing put the cake in the refrigerator, then hugged Zhang Yan's forehead and kissed fiercely, "Wife—ah bah! Happy birthday, hubby!"

Zhang Yan gave him a blank look.

Yang Peidong first grinned, "Huh~", and then kissed Wang Huifeng's forehead as if showing off. Wang Huifeng's face turned red in an instant, and he subconsciously avoided it a little.Yang Peidong said dissatisfied: "Isn't it very fierce at home? Why come here to pretend to be innocent?!"

The other three present: "..."

Then I saw that Yang Peidong ignored Wang Huifeng as if he was really angry, Zhang Yan silently gave him a supercilious look in his heart, and said in his heart: "Look, they are all spoiled."

Yang Peidong took a sip of the hot sauce and looked at Hu Bing and said, "Awesome, you can afford such an expensive house? You should get a loan."

Hu Bing glanced at Zhang Yan, and asked with his eyes: What's the situation with this buddy now?

"Don't you also have a house? Why are you still envious?" Zhang Yan interjected.

"I'm not envious," Yang Peidong murmured, "... Hey, yes, I saw you in the newspaper a few days ago... No, it's your name."

"newspaper?"

"I?"

Zhang Yan and Hu Bing said in unison, and then they looked at each other.

Zhang Yan said first: "Is there anyone reading newspapers these days? - Can you read newspapers?"

Yang Peidong said: "I glanced at it when I sent the courier with newspapers as stuffing, but there should be news on the Internet, I haven't checked yet."

Hu Bing asked: "What news? What happened to me?"

Yang Peidong rummaged on his mobile phone for a long time, and brought up a photo for him. The two of them glanced at it—it was really a newspaper!

Hu Bing froze for a moment when he saw the photos, then smiled silently, flipping through the few photos over and over again.His expression was full of emotion, like old ginseng soaked in wine for many years, Zhang Yan couldn't help asking: "What is this? Which little girl did you write a love letter to?"

Hu Bing smiled and said: "If I want to write, I can only write to you, okay? This is the diary I wrote for you back then." Hu Bing handed him the phone.

Yang Peidong was surprised: "Ah? It's really you?!"

Zhang Yan read it over and over again, "There's nothing substantial about it, it's just a running account—oh, and there are some sour things."

Hu Bingbai glanced at him and took the phone and said: "It should be that the person who picked it up respected my wishes, so I didn't take any important content, but so many years have passed." Hu Bing smiled wryly, "I really can't remember What did I write?"

"Then contact this reporter and get it back?... No, how did you lose it? Have you lost it for so many years?"

Hu Bing turned to look at Zhang Yan and said meaningfully, "Hmm... this is a long, long, long story."