Throughout the 1990s, in Peng Bo's memory, the fastest train speed was less than 100 kilometers per hour. "Traveling is difficult and slow" was his biggest feeling at the time.
Therefore, every time he went on a business trip in later generations, he would choose to travel by plane. He no longer wanted to recall the green train, or the mixed smell of toilets, instant noodles and feet.
Watching Shanghai and the sea flying away from the window, and the train heading straight towards the mountains and seas, Peng Bo no longer had the annoying state of mind that he would have in later generations, because everything originated from the people around him.
He couldn't help but turn his head to look at Heinwei again. She had long red hair and fair and delicate skin. Although the sky was dark outside the window, her skin was still so white that it glowed. Her facial features were exquisite and her eyes were deep. This kind of beauty could be recognized by just one glance.
It makes people fall for her and will block other women as soon as she appears.
"Brother, stop looking," Peng Bing, who was sitting opposite, couldn't help but stretched out his hand and waved it in front of Peng Bo's eyes, "Professor Peng..."
The sound of "professor" made everyone in the carriage look sideways, but Peng Bo accepted it calmly.
After returning from the capital, at the invitation of President Su, he also gave a lecture at his alma mater and personally accepted the letter of appointment from the principal, "... Mr. Peng Bo, chief representative of Time Warner China, is specially appointed as a visiting professor of our school."
Visiting professor is different from honorary professor. Visiting professor is also an honorary title, but the difference is that honorary professor only has the honor and no obligation. He only needs to "confer" the title. After a university awards someone this title, that person
You can never go to that university again, but visiting professors are obligated to do things for the other party, usually making reports or collaborative research, so they need qualification approval.
Peng Bo ignored his fast-talking sister, "We haven't reached the north yet. Only after we pass Xuzhou can we call it northern China in the full sense."
Originally, he wanted to take a plane or drive by himself, but Heinwei had never been to the north. Taking a train, he could see the scenery outside the window, and Peng Bo could only accompany her.
This kind of green train takes two full days from Shanghai to Qinwan. Unlike the high-speed trains of later generations, it only takes six hours. Well, it is considered a journey.
Peng Bo deliberately chose a window seat and looked at the green train coming towards him - twenty years later, it has become a memory of the times. At this time, those bad memories of the year were slowly changing.
light.
The train window glass was gray, and the surface of each carriage looked very dilapidated. The iron sheets around the windows were rusty. It was summer, but the carriages of this green train were covered with a thick layer of black kerosene.
Along with the noise in the green train carriage, the slow-moving scenery outside the carriage is also full of an alternative kind of fireworks. The unhurried and unhurried style of the late 1990s made Peng Bo feel a little warm.
calm.
I remember that Xu Xiaoping, a later generation, said in a newspaper: "Those who board the train of history are the darlings and darlings of this era, and they are the ones who realize the value of life. And those who worry, wait and see, and wander around may be the outcasts of this era."
"
So when I return to my hometown this time, will I be regarded as the pride and darling of the times in the eyes of my fellow villagers?
He turned around and looked around. There were not too many people on the train. It was only a month before the start of the university semester. As a small station for both passengers and freight, this train was not busy.
He looked at the person across the aisle. The person was sleeping, with the newspaper spread over his face. He couldn't tell his age and gender.
"Ahem——"
A coughing sound opened the newspaper on his face, and a face with long hair and two small eyes was revealed from behind the newspaper. He rubbed his sleepy eyes, his eyes fell on Heinwei's face, and then turned his head
He looked at Peng Bing and smiled, "But the kicking stool broke. After a nap, there were two more girls around me."
He smiled so hard that his little eyes narrowed, and he looked at Peng Bo again, "What do you think I am doing? I have flowers on my face?" He had a funny look, and although his tone was teasing, it was still audible.
It shows his dissatisfaction, but this kind of ridicule is kind-hearted, which really makes people not angry.
"Still looking, still looking, look at Xiaoman." He winked and glanced at Heinwei. Seeing his frivolous look, Heinwei was a little disgusted and turned to look out the window.
"Look," but he found that Peng Bo was still looking straight at him. He smiled so much that his teeth and dimples were exposed, and his eyes narrowed to a slit.
Look, isn’t this a waste? Oh, do you recognize me? Blue Wind Sand?”
Blue Wind Sand is a band he formed. In addition to singing in the karaoke bar, he is also a part-time dance coach at this time. At this time, he has not yet acted in "Crazy Stone", and he is not a 5 billion actor.
"Brother Huang."
"Call me Huang Bo." His little eyes sparkled, "I think we are about the same age." Later generations will say that his emotional intelligence is astonishing, as high as the sky, especially the part where he wisely confronts Cai Kangyong at the Golden Horse Awards. When will we watch?
All are classics.
"Brother Huang, where are you going?" Peng Bo still called him in his own way.
"Qinwan, where else can we go by taking this train?" Huang Bo said with a straight face, "Looking at your accent, you are also from Qinwan, where are you from?"
"Yunmeng Mountain, Peach Blossom Stream."
"Oh, I know, I know, that's a good place," Huang Bo immediately smiled, "Grapes, yes, grapes from Yunmeng Mountain."
Peng Bo smiled, this seemed to have become a business card of his hometown.
"Jianlibao, Jianlibao."
The conductor pushed the trolley over. Jianlibao. Twenty years later, this drink will only appear in nostalgia and on various commemorative occasions. "Bring me... four cans." Peng Bo did not hesitate.
"How much?" Huang Bo was very proud and already took out the money, "Four cans, we are friends when we go out." He pointed to Heinwei, Peng Bing and Peng Bo.
"Thanks."
Peng Bing took it without hesitation. When Peng Bo and Huang Bo were rushing to pay, she had already seen clearly that four cans cost twenty yuan and one can cost five yuan.
"Get off the car, get off if you don't want to buy it."
While drinking Jianlibao, everyone's eyes were turned to the front. The train conductor looked stern and directly confronted an old woman.
"I bought a ticket, why should I get off?" The old lady was very reluctant, but she didn't dare to confront the conductor who was wearing a dark blue uniform and yellow epaulettes.
"These are two different things. If you don't buy it, get off the train." The train conductor's expression of wanting to be beaten made people itch with hatred.
The aunt was still arguing, and Peng Bo walked over and picked up four more cans, "I bought them for them." The people sitting with the aunt all looked angry, and they would not buy them for five yuan each.
A can of Jianlibao, Peng Bo knew that the conductor kept his word, and if he didn’t buy Jianlibao, he would really be kicked off the train.
"Oh, if this world doesn't change, don't go out anymore." An old man in a Chinese tunic suit sitting next to the aunt sighed.
…
Huang Bo's extraordinary emotional intelligence and a few cans of Jianlibao immediately combined the atmosphere on the train, and the train slowly stopped at Xuzhou Station.
"Hey, little sister, why is there a horse on your clothes? After all this time, I have only seen people riding horses, not horses riding people." Huang Bo pointed to Peng Bing's clothes,
Listening to Huang Bo's teasing, Peng Bing's face didn't change, "Hey, brother, look at your teeth. I've only heard that teeth are used for eating, but I haven't heard that they can also be used to bite people."
Huang Bo smiled and pointed at Tu Peng Bing, "Oh, your mouth is different from your brother's. "Hey, have you eaten?" Huang Bo's little eyes lit up and he stretched out his hand from the car window, "
Don't be angry, I'll treat you to braised chicken. How much does it cost for one? Okay, here's one."
The train started moving slowly. Huang Bo proudly raised the braised chicken and said, "Heinwei, this is your first time in the north. This is a specialty of our mountains and seas." He peeled off the outer paper seal with a smile, but his smile suddenly stopped.
After stopping, Peng Bo and Peng Bing both laughed, and saw that what was wrapped in the paper was not a braised chicken at all, but two potatoes.
"Holy shit." Huang Bo was very disappointed and left the potatoes on the table.
"Bang--"
Another sound startled everyone. As soon as Peng Bo lowered his head, a young man was already kneeling on the ground.
This is a bunch of people!
A group of young men who got into the car on crutches knelt down in front of you without saying a word and banged their heads a few times. However, this kind of filial piety was not easy to receive, so Heinwei and Peng Bing both stood up in panic.
"Give me the money. A filial son and a virtuous grandson will serve you, and I will treat you as your master." Huang Bo smiled and took out two ten-dollar bills and handed them over.
There were not too many young men, and they all got out as the car was about to start. However, it was not over yet. A girl came over with a smile. When she saw someone, she would tie a handicraft like a small red string on the person's wrist. After tying it,
He took out something like a disability certificate and asked for money.
Just as Heinwei was about to reach out, Peng Bo stretched out his hand. His wrist was too thick and the rope was too short, so he didn't tie it up. The girl glanced at him and then walked away angrily, which made Huang Bo furious.
Laughing, "Interesting, really interesting, brother, have you practiced before?"
Peng Bo smiled and said, "Well, I have done martial arts boxing."
"Military style boxing?" Huang Bo also laughed, "I have practiced it too, and I can be a kung fu star or something in the future..."
…
"It's cheaper, it's cheaper, it's ten yuan cheaper, it's ten yuan cheaper."
While the two were talking, Peng Bo turned to look ahead. Peng Bing, who was going to the toilet, was picking out a watch from a green leather box. His heart sank. Before he could stop Peng Bing, he asked, "How much?"
One yuan? Well, let me see." She reached out and picked up the quartz watch. In 1998, quartz watches were quite rare. "It's very good. Give me two yuan." She took out twenty yuan.
"It's not twenty, it's five hundred." Qingpi raised his eyes and opened his palms towards her.
"Didn't you say it was cheaper, ten yuan?" Peng Bing was stunned.
"Yeah, the original price was 260, it was ten yuan cheaper, now it's 250." Qingpi smiled playfully, but his willingness to go around made him look like a ruffian.
"Then I don't want it anymore." Peng Bing's face turned red, even her nose was red. She waved her hand, but Peng Bo knew that she couldn't help it anymore. Sure enough, several green skins appeared out of nowhere and gathered around them.
Live her...
Forced buying and selling!
Peng Bo calculated, and Huang Bo gritted his teeth and watched helplessly as these people moved to another carriage, leaving only the young girl who argued with them and a group of passengers who sympathized but to no avail.
"These people, if you give them a hundred yuan, they won't know how to change, just like bandits," Huang Bo cursed, "you shouldn't pay attention to them."
"I don't know either." Peng Bo could see that although the little girl was quick to talk, she was a vulnerable group in a place where people were mixed up on the train.
"Brother Huang, we can't let them be so rampant."
"Brother, do you have any idea?" Huang Bo's eyes lit up, and he stretched out his hand to smooth back his long hair.