The wheels of the train run over the winding tracks from slow to fast, and time seems to be put back to childhood with the sound of clanging and clanging, a group of barefoot children are constantly chasing and playing on both sides of the tracks, with snot that can never be wiped clean on their dirty little faces, and from time to time they are reprimanded by adults who don't know each other and rush to safety, but after they leave, they sneak again Huilai, jumping from one sleeper to another, and then pulling the waist of the little partner one by one, I dreamed of driving a train along the track that I couldn't see as far as the eye could see.

It wasn't until the green trains, emitting thick black smoke and sounding a long and piercing whistle, came quickly from the distance of vision that the children scattered in a hurry, ran to the side, covered their ears and opened their mouths wide, letting the whistling wind blow the muscles on their faces, transforming into all kinds of ridiculous looks like haha mirrors, and pointing at each other's stomachs and laughing at each other hurt.

The memories of memorability are more or less like this, the mottled green, the swaying body, the smell of beer and boiled eggs in the always crowded and unventilated carriages, the sipping of melon seeds, playing cards, chatting and drinking tea, the people I don't know use all kinds of dialects to pull the homely routine, and occasionally I will focus on the clean and beautiful girl who dresses up across the aisle. Even the American travelogue writer Paul? In his personal book "Riding an Iron Rooster and Crossing China by Train", Tailudu wrote: Here, the train is not a means of transportation, it is a part of the country, it is a place, a place of life.

As he says, since the 80s, trains have represented xiwang and liliang, and in his first stream-of-consciousness work, The Voice of Spring, Wang Meng uses the green car as a vehicle to vividly reproduce the various forms of beings in a new era, such as complaining women, selfish passengers, and despicable thieves, as well as forbearing old farmers, dutiful policemen, and motivated students. And in later generations, Zhou Yunpeng, a blind man who became the idol of many people with a copy of "Green Train", also described his sixteen-year-old in the book, that year, the sixteen-year-old boy Zhou Yunpeng got on a green car bound for Jinmen with a stick, sat on the floor of the cross-linked carriage and listened to the sound of steel colliding, drank a sip of beer and felt:

"Shijie became my buddy"!

It was a fragile and romantic ephemeral era, when the tide of economic supremacy swarmed in, the ideal was finally shattered under the slap of reality, and the Chinese people began to trample on the last dignity and bottom line unscrupulously, and then in the next ten years, such purity could not be found!

The moment Wen Liang boarded the train, he suddenly remembered that Haizi took the train to follow the female writer who was more than twenty years older than him, and wrote the immortal verse:

Tonight I only have the beautiful Gobi desert

Sister, I don't care about humans tonight, I only think about you.

Entered the sleeper car, found his bed, Wen was startled by the white bed and bright aisle, and then touched Fan Bo's shoulder, and said, "The green car also has a soft sleeper and air conditioning?" ”

He asked the security secretary to book the ticket, and thought it was an ordinary kind of carriage, but the key was that in his impression, there should be no such high-end train in 96. Fan Bo scratched his head, although he has often been to other places in recent years, he generally has a car to pick him up, and the occasional train ride is basically an ordinary train, and he really hasn't studied this problem, seeing Wen Liang's rare expression, he showed a curious look, and said with a smile: "Why don't I go to a conductor and ask?" ”

Wen Liang just wanted to say that it was not necessary, but a sharp female voice came from behind the two: "Let go, the good dog is not in the way, standing in the middle of the road, do you have a sense of public morality?" ”

Fan Bo frowned, turned around and said angrily, "How can you speak? ”

The one who spoke disrespectfully was a young girl in her early twenties, gorgeously dressed, sweet-looking, with two willow eyebrows, full of aggressiveness, and sneered: "What? Still say it's wrong, you can't do it? The two old men were stuck in the aisle at such a point, and asked why the green car was air-conditioned? I'm going to die laughing, colorblind, you guys, this express has orange and sky blue, when has it ever been green? ”…,

I did see the color difference before getting on the train, but the appearance has not changed, and Wen Liang thought it was also a kind of green car, and then I realized that it must be a high-end train that had just run recently, and with the sadness of his previous life, he naturally would not have any impression. But he didn't xiangdao either, the first time he took the train in his life, he ran into a crazy little girl, which was really boring. patted Fan Bo on the shoulder, asked him to stand on the side, made way for a passage, and said with a smile: "Miss, we countrymen, we don't understand anything, you hurry up, otherwise the people behind should shout good dogs and don't get in the way......"

"You!"

The young girl's eyes widened, her silver teeth clenched, and she raised her hand to give Wen Liang a slap. Wen Liang is not as domineering as Xiangdao, a girl who even starts beating people when she doesn't agree with her, and she is determined to teach her a small lesson. I don't know when there was a handkerchief in my hand, I pinched the girl's wrist in the air, my index finger was slightly bent, flicked it on her vein, and then took a step back, still smiling, full of gentlemanly appearance.

The girl exclaimed, and her whole arm was instantly paralyzed, although it was not painful, but it was unable to exert its strength for a while. She was already eccentric, and she didn't worry about her arm at this time, but stared at the gentle handkerchief and said, "What are you doing with the handkerchief?" ”

"I just washed my hands, I'm afraid of getting dirty!"

Wen Forgiveness's angry and life-threatening style was learned from the combination of Xu Yao and Ning Xiaoning, and the effect was immediate. The young girl has always been willful and reckless when she grows up so big, how can she have been humiliated so presumptuously, and she suddenly wanted to eat a warm heart, and shouted angrily: "Sister Chenlu, this kid is not a good person, you arrest him." ”

Wen Liang noticed that there was a woman standing behind her, but in fact, she didn't notice it just now, but at first she didn't feel any difference in this woman, her eyes were lowered, and she stood there quietly, as if waiting for the person in front of her to quarrel before walking over, and when she heard the young girl shouting, she knew that they were together.

A gentle gaze swept over her face, fair-skinned, delicate, with a simple ponytail tied behind her head, dressed in pale cyan sportswear, slender and slender, it seemed to be no different from an ordinary beautiful girl, and not even as beautiful as a young girl in terms of appearance.

Hearing the girl's shout, the eyes that had been lowered slowly opened, and Wen Liang suddenly sighed. Fang Cai's eyes were shining brightly at the moment, and when the eye waves were circulating, it was like the early morning sun chasing a drop of morning dew that was about to slide off the lotus leaf, with a dizzying magic. When you can't help but take a closer look at her appearance, you will be surprised to find that her eyebrows are thin and long, but they are slightly raised at the corners of her eyebrows, which immediately transforms the femininity into a radiant Yingting, and along the corners of the eyebrows, the tip of the nose and red lips suddenly seem to change, outlining the contours of the face so three-dimensional and symmetrical.

She is still not beautiful, but her temperament has changed dramatically after the first glance, and the young girl is a child who has not grown up compared to her.

"Thanks, borrow it." She didn't look at Wen Liang, took the young girl's hand, and walked past the gap between the two as if no one was around, and the moment she passed by, it seemed to be reconciled, and it seemed to be warning, and said: "This is a 25G train, not long after it was opened, it is different from the ordinary 22B." But when you're out and about, young people, don't be too public! ”

Wen Liang made a gesture of invitation and said with a smile: "I agree, young people really shouldn't be too public." ”

She didn't stop, glanced sideways at Wen Liang, and then continued walking.

The young girl was dissatisfied: "Sister Chenlu, why don't you arrest them?" ”

"Forgot Mr. Yan's words? You make trouble by yourself and solve it yourself, if you want me to come forward, you have to listen to me, otherwise you don't want to go to Suhai next time. ”…,

"Shangguan Chenlu, didn't you see him beat me......"

"If you don't hit someone first, no one will dare to hit you!"

The young girl, obviously unable to do anything about her, turned her head and slashed her fist at Wen Liang, shouting, "You give me care!" ”

Fan Bo also saw that these two women were not small, but they were still angry, took off their scarves and fell to the middle bunk, and said: "When did Qingzhou have such a messy girl, there is really no tutor!" ”

Wen Liang stared at the backs of the two women, and smiled indifferently: "Didn't you see that they were all empty-handed, it should be Su Haihai's car, and Huilai went to the restaurant to eat and was hit by us." ”

"Oh, that's been eight lifetimes of mold......

Wen Liang and his clothes fell on the bottom bunk, pressed his temples lightly, and said: "Unlucky, but not necessarily, the journey is boring, just take it as a little episode." Teacher Fan, relax, there's nothing to worry about! ”

However, Shangguan Chenlu is indeed a good name!

After a period of noise and busyness, the train finally started, slowly drove out of Qingzhou Station, and rushed to the north.

Gradually, bored people got together in twos and threes, or spread out poker in the lower bunk of the private room, or set up chess games in the aisle, and there was even an unknown radio, and the German folk song "diegedankensindfrei" was playing all the time. Wen Liang didn't feel sleepy, and Fan Bo sat down and chatted all over the world, both of them were well-informed people, and their words were vivid and interesting, which attracted the two girls on the bunk on the other side to take the initiative to insert into the topic.

I don't know how long later, I suddenly heard a burst of applause in the aisle, and Wen Liang was forced by the undisguised favor of one of the girls to have no way to escape, and hurriedly ran out under the pretext. But I saw a girl with long hair and a shawl leaning in the middle of the aisle, holding a guitar in her arms, and playing and singing to herself under the watchful eyes of everyone, which was the song I heard on the radio just now:

Thought is free

Who could have guessed her

I want what I want

Imagine what you like, too

My wishes and

No one can forbid it

There she was

Thought is free

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