Lu Tian woke up early in the morning, felt hungry, hurriedly went to the breakfast shop to eat a few fried dough sticks, a bowl of soy milk, and then went straight to a fork in the Chengnan Railway and Highway.

Today he is going to interview a fork worker, this fork worker is not an ordinary person, he is a very famous novelist.

His name is Yang Ming, a tall and burly Shandong man, who has been working in the railway for more than 20 years, used to be a maintenance worker on the railway, holding a hammer and a wrench along two long railroad tracks, and then came to the platform as a fork worker for several years, that is, when the train enters the station, it is necessary to move a fork to another rail, used to change the direction of the train, and then transferred to the intersection of the railway and the highway, responsible for the temporary blockade and interception of the highway when the train passes.

There is a small makeshift house next to the road, which is his office, and there are several trains passing by every day, and the manual railing used to block the passing crowd of vehicles, but now it is an electric rolling fence, which is much easier than before.

Yang Ming usually doesn't like to know the voice, he likes to write novels when he has nothing to do, don't look at his low culture, but the stories he can write are pleasing to hear, can touch the numb heart of readers, most of the characters he writes are small people in the market, and the publication rate of the manuscripts is very high, and he is slowly valued by the Writers Association, because many of his manuscripts have been published in the more famous literary magazines and newspapers in the provinces and cities, and he is a grassroots figure with low culture, so he has become a figure that the media is vying to report.

Lu Tian made a special trip to interview Yang Ming today!

Lu Tian came to Yang Ming's studio, just Yang Ming was on duty, the studio was not big, an old desk, a dilapidated iron bed on duty, a work system on the wall, an old warm pot on the table, a Datang porcelain jar that had knocked off the porcelain, and saw everything in front of him, Lu Tian felt that the work of the railway workers was indeed very hard.

Strangely, there was still a small peachwood sword hanging on the door of Yang Ming's office, which puzzled him very much.

Yang Ming let Lu Tian sit down at the head of the bed, Lu Tian and Yang Ming had a hard time communicating with each other, because Yang Ming's hearing was not very good, I don't know if he was born, or he was usually shocked by the sound of the train's horn, if it wasn't for him learning to read lips, it would be almost the same as a deaf person.

Lu Tian had to speak slowly, communicating word by word.

Yang Ming couldn't hear well, and his language expression was no problem, so he began to tell Lu Tian that he had to start with the long railroad track when he fell in love with writing novels......

On these two long railroad tracks, I have met all kinds of people, and I have experienced too many lives and deaths.

You should know Haizi, a poet from Peking University, he has written too many poems, the famous "Facing the Sea, Spring Blossoms", he died lying on the rails.

Over the years, I have seen people lying on the rails, people picking up trucks to evade fares and returning to their hometowns, people competing for speed with trains at intersections, people crossing railways with carriages, and people accidentally stumbling under the platform......

They died tragically under the wheel with just a simple idea, and it was too late for you to save it.

Later, I wrote these characters into my novels, and I could feel their suffering.

Yang Ming said as he wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes.

It seems that he is a person with delicate and abundant feelings.

One night many years ago, I was on duty, the train came, I put the railing, at this time a young girl in red clothes walked to the crossing, I saw that she was a little strange, quietly approached her, sure enough, she came to look for a short time, only to see her standing outside the railing, hesitated for a while, suddenly bent down, ready to rush to the speeding train......

Luckily, I arrived in time and grabbed her from behind. She squatted on the ground and cried, and said vigorously: "Let me die, let me die......"

Later, I learned that she was out of love, her boyfriend abandoned her, and she couldn't get rid of the pain of falling out of love, so she chose to die!

Speaking of the word dead, Yang Ming choked up, his protruding throat rose and fell a little, as if he wanted to swallow the girl's pain into his stomach.

Later, the girl came here a few more times, but I stopped her, and I invited her to my office, and let her sit on this bed, which is where you are sitting now.

I enlightened her and said that it is not easy for people to come to the world once, and they must live well, and when she left, I saw a smile on her face.

But then she was still lying on the rails, and one day when I was not looking, she quickly crossed the railing, and a red figure was hit by a train, and the red instantly stained the sky red, and after the train, not even a decent ulna was found......

When Yang Ming said this, he was in tears, and he regarded the girl's death as his own dereliction of duty.

Later, when I was on the night shift, I couldn't keep up almost every day, and when I closed my eyes, the melancholy face of the girl in red appeared, and sometimes I could feel her sitting on my bed.

Yang Ming said this, and I was really startled at this time, and I felt that the soul of a girl in red was attached to my body.

Later, I wrote a novel about the girl in red and published it in a magazine, and my heart was a little more settled, and the girl in red came to life again in my novel.