Ghost Corps

"You're at our... train station?!"

Fang Zheng screamed strangely. At a certain moment, he felt that what he was holding was not a mobile phone but a lightning rod, and then a thunder exploded, and he was burnt.

In fact, Mr. Jiang Yang's appearance at the train station was out of necessity—the head of the group's home is located in a small, comfortable and quiet city, not suitable for an airport.

"Do you want to scream like killing a chicken?" The former coal boss found that the prospective timber boss was very hurt. What he wanted to give the other party was a surprise, but what the other party received seemed to be a catastrophe, "How close is your home! "

Fang Zheng had already lost the ability to think, so she answered reflexively: "North."

After waiting for two seconds, Jiang Yang responded: "Oh, I'm sorry, you have to come to South Station to pick me up."

Fang Zheng's half-opened mouth finally closed, and slowly opened again: "Then you still have to ask me something!!!" After finishing speaking, she felt strange again, "No, why should I pick you up?"

Jiang Yang didn't even think about it, and said straightforwardly: "It's because I came to you specially."

Fang Zheng was stunned, and after a few seconds, he said viciously, "Go to a hotel!" But no matter how he felt, he lacked confidence.

Especially the other party has done enough preparations: "Then I have to know where it is, my phone is dead, I can't check the map, and the exit is full of aunts who want to drag me to their store, can I go? I don’t know how I was slaughtered later. Don’t mention the taxi to me, they will take me all the way, and they will take me directly to the long-term cooperation hotel, and I will have nowhere to cry. Remember, the public at the exit The phone booth, the blue and white checked shirt, the black boarding case, the tall and straight Yushu Linfeng is the one, don’t get it wrong.”

After trying to open his mouth several times, he didn't get in. After the other party finished speaking, Fang Zheng finally realized, what else could he say?

"just wait!"

After hanging up the phone, Fang Zheng immediately searched for clothes. Fortunately, there were not two of them. After trying them all, it only took seven or eight minutes. Then the problem came, there was nothing he thought could be worn out to meet people.Either he looked fat, or he looked old, or he was so ugly that he couldn't bear to look at it.How did you buy these in the first place?Even if the picture is cheap, it can't be a piece of cloth, just put it on your body.The group leader standing in the middle of the room spent 8 minutes thinking about life, and finally saw the light of day—the clothes are really innocent, mainly because the quality of the bottom plate is too low.

In the future, there will be plenty of time for self-pity and self-pity. Right now, Fang Zheng can only bite the bullet and pull out the general from the inside. After dressing up, he does a long period of psychological training in front of the toilet mirror before he has the courage to go out.When I locked the door, I saw the computer that was on. I slapped my forehead and hurried back to the room to pick up the headset: "That little bird, I have a friend here, I have to go to the train station to pick him up."

There was an oh, no emotional change, just asking: "Go back tonight?"

Fang Zheng 囧, this question can be big or small, it can be one-sided or it can be extended infinitely. Although he is not sure whether Xiaoniao's question has a deep meaning, but he can no longer hold his speeding brain.It is said that being a thief has a guilty conscience, but it turned out that he was not a thief, and he was already guilty: "Return, return, why don't you return to me, sleep on the street. Help him find a hotel, at most treat him to a meal. Probably not It's too late, uh, probably not, anyway, you play your own game, don't wait for me."

At last, it was smooth sailing, Fang Zheng let out a long sigh of relief, then looked up at the ceiling, and reconfirmed that there was no such thing as a sub-group monitor there.

I thought that the little bird would have a poisonous tongue, if not, at least tease it twice, but after a short silence, the other end only lightly instructed: "Be careful on the road, pay attention to safety."

Fang Zheng was in a trance for a few seconds. The last time I heard such instructions was back in my student days. Before going out, my mother would always nag like this, watch the car, pay attention to traffic lights, don't go under the building, etc.Since coming out of the closet, no one has cared so softly and softly. For some reason, I feel a little hot in my heart.

"Alright," Fang Zheng tried to make his voice sound less concerned, "I'm not a three-year-old kid." After speaking, he turned off YY without waiting for the other end to speak.

When he got in the taxi, he remembered that YY was also turned on when he answered the phone just now, but trying to recall the content of the call, he probably didn't say anything that would reveal his identity as a lunatic, um, probably not.

The streets were not congested in the afternoon, Fang Zheng leaned against the car window, aimlessly watching the street scene receding rapidly, leaving only a vague glimpse on the glass.But gradually, the afterimage began to deform and become clearer, finally becoming a face.The outline is so familiar, the nose and mouth are the same as those that always appear in the midnight dream, except the eyes, which can't be seen clearly.

Even if Jiang Yang didn't talk about his clothes, Fang Zheng thought, he would recognize him at a glance, because the guy's appearance had been imprinted in his head at some point, every time whether it was a private chat in the game or a YY chat, That face always appeared in front of his eyes, until now, he couldn't be more familiar with it.

Half an hour later, Fang Zheng arrived at the train station. The place where he got off was separated from the exit by a road. The road was not wide, but there were many cars passing slowly.The traffic coordinator looked nervously at the pedestrians gathered at the intersection, for fear of Chinese-style crossing the road.

Fang Zheng stood in the crowd and waited for the green light together. He didn't know if it was an illusion. He felt that time passed very slowly. The changing seconds sign on the traffic light seemed to have been tampered with, and it only changed to one second after a long time.During the long wait, he saw the phone booth that Jiang Yang mentioned, which was diagonally across the road, but there was no one under the phone booth.Fang Zheng held his breath and continued to look around the phone booth. Finally, he saw that person.

It is said to be a blue and white checked shirt, but from a distance, it is only white. This soft color restrains all the arrogance of the man, but reveals a trace of elegance.The suitcase was thrown at his feet casually, and the man kept looking at his watch, probably impatiently waiting, and being crazy is never a matter of patience.

The signal light finally turned green, and the pedestrians who had been waiting for a long time poured onto the road like a flood. Fang Zheng's mind went blank for a moment.

Having milk means that when a mother meets a crazy person, she can start singing the red lotus sacred fire from a distance. When Fang Zheng meets Jiang Yang, she only dares to sneak around behind the other party, contemplates repeatedly, and reaches out to pat the other party's shoulder lightly.

Jiang Yang turned around abruptly, his whole body on guard as if he had been attacked in a game, but he was greeted by a strange but harmless smiling face.

"Wait in a hurry." The stranger said.

Jiang Yang froze there, and his mind went blank for a moment.The voice was familiar, but when it matched the fat man in front of him, it gave him a sense of dislocation that was difficult to adapt to.

"Nurse?" In fact, it has been confirmed, but Jiang Yang still wants to ask again.

The fat man smiled: "I don't mind if you call me head."

It was still the familiar voice. As much as Jiang Yang liked this voice, it was difficult to accept the reality in front of him.In fact, a man doesn't need to have a handsome face, and his body doesn't have to look like a fitness trainer. He's clean and upright. That's not a high requirement.In countless brain supplements, he has also set many types for the nanny, cute, handsome, fashionable, and old-fashioned. He thinks all of them are interesting and good-looking, but in fact, he is still optimistic. up.There is always a gap between imagination and reality. It’s okay if you don’t want to experience this feeling of free fall. Follow one rule, and prepare for the worst in advance.

Fang Zheng resisted not saying anything, and gave the other party enough time to scrutinize, even he was ready to be complained about and rejected, but Nima did not make a sound after scrutinizing, which was very torturous.So he stretched out his hand and waved in front of the other party: "Hey, he has returned to his soul."

Not to mention that this soul-calling was really effective, Fang Zheng was grabbed by the neck before he retracted his arm.The lunatic's aura was unreal, he held the head of the group with one hand, pulled the suitcase with the other, and rushed forward with strides: "I'm going to starve to death, let's go, go to the best restaurant!"

Fang Zheng was staggered by the lead, and she didn't forget to ask: "Is there any food on the train?"

Boss Jiang seemed to recall bad memories, and roared, "No one on the train can eat!"

Fang Zheng rubbed his ears, well, who would let someone be the boss's body, Jin Gui.

When crossing the road with his nanny on his shoulders, Jiang Yang adjusted the channel completely. He found that if he did not have any special purpose and only regarded Fang Zheng as a comrade-in-arms, then the fun of meeting, which had fallen to the bottom, seemed to improve a little. This person used to fight monsters, play books, and PK with him, and all the intimacy returned.

A comrade in arms is closer than a lover, and Jiang Yang now somewhat agrees with this statement.As if to prove it, he hugged Fang Zheng's shoulders heavily again, until the other party gave him a crutch angrily, all distracting thoughts completely disappeared, and his heart finally truly calmed down.

Fang Zheng didn't know what it was like to meet other netizens. He just felt that the meeting between him and Jiang Yang seemed to be different from what he expected. This kind of difference was difficult to distinguish between good and bad. The pressure is gone, and with it, a certain expectation is gone.

Much easier.

A little lost.

Although the local tyrant asked for the best restaurant by name, Fang Zheng's perception of the "best" is really limited. In the end, the two of them chose a Sichuan restaurant near the commercial street that seemed to be of good quality, and they were barely satisfied. The quality of life of local tyrants.

The dishes were ordered by Jiang Yang, because Fang Zheng held the menu for a long time without holding back a fart.Four dishes and one soup, in broad daylight, no one mentioned drinking.Just after lunch time, it was time for leisure, so the dishes were served very quickly. Jiang Yang would comment every time he tasted it. Those who didn’t know thought he was a peerless master chef. Jiang Yang finished commenting, no matter how topical he was, he began to sacrifice to his five internal organs temple in resentment, and at the end of the dinner table, only the sound of chewing and drinking soup was left.

After about 10 to [-] minutes, the stomach was almost filled, and there was still a third of the dishes left. The two talents began to chat about life one after another. The difference is too much, what kind of life can we talk about, it is nothing more than what job we do, what school we go to, and then comment on the answer given by the other party. For example, Fang Zheng praised Jiang Yang's business ability, which made the other party very satisfied. Jiang Yang reciprocated, and also gave advice on sustainable development of Fang Zheng's power leveling.

If it wasn't for the last chat about games, Fang Zheng thought 90.00% of this meal would be due to indigestion.But because we talked about games, the dull first half became a cloud, and the two of them were closer than brothers when they walked away shoulder to shoulder.

"There are good hotels in this area, it depends on which one you want to go." Standing on the commercial street, Fang Zheng raised his finger around.

Jiang Yang narrowed his eyes and turned his head around in the direction he was pointing, and then showed a regretful expression: "I'm afraid I won't be able to live in any of them. Didn't I just answer a call from a buddy? There is something going on there tomorrow. I I have to catch a flight back tonight."

"That's it, then there's nothing I can do..." It's not regrettable, it's just a blockage somewhere in my heart, but when Fang Zheng wanted to investigate carefully, the blockage cleared up again.

During the dinner, Jiang Yang did answer his buddy's phone call, but it was just a harassing call, just a few casual words, meaningless, but similarly, staying here for one or two nights was also meaningless.This small place has no special delicacies, no scenic spots, only a leader... and that's just the leader.

It was still the same train station, only three hours had passed since Fang Zheng came to pick up Jiang Yang.

When watching Jiang Yang enter the station in the waiting room, Fang Zheng enthusiastically said the old-fashioned lines: "Come play again when you have time."

Jiang Yang should be unequivocal: "Yes."

At this moment, everyone is sincere.

But until tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, who will remember what was said at this moment.