Drip, with a series of horns. A bus arbitrarily rushed out of the traffic, then braked sharply and stopped on the bus platform.
Fortunately, there are not many people on the bus, and almost all of them are seated, otherwise we don't know what will happen.
Clicking, the door of the bus made the sound of an old dog tearing the cloth strip, and slowly opened, and a teenager wearing white short sleeves and cropped jeans walked up.
His skin was white, his hair was trimmed properly, and his white short sleeves were also neat, with no wrinkles to be seen.
The blue mask was covered with his big eyes, and just by looking at his eyes, he was a good-looking, sunny and handsome young man.
He was also the only passenger on board the station.
After the teenager finished throwing the coin, the bus "angrily" drove into the traffic.
There were not many people in the car, and the teenager walked forward along the armrests in the car, constantly searching for empty seats in the car.
Finally, his gaze was fixed on a spot in the last row of the bus, the only empty spot on the bus.
There were two places side by side in that place, and now there were people sitting by the window, and it was a young woman.
The young woman's eyebrows were neatly trimmed, she had drawn a faint eyeliner, and she lightly nodded some eyeshadow, and her hair was not very long, it was the style that most girls liked to drape over her shoulders, and she was now behind her with a hairspray bundle.
He bumped all the way to the back of the bus and sat down next to the young woman.
His body and legs leaned slightly toward the aisle, because of the heat and because he was afraid of touching young women.
Although Pingshui met, he was still afraid that the young woman would think that he was a disciple.
The young woman never looked back, her eyes remaining out of the window, and she also tilted her legs against the window.
At this moment, the two are sitting like an "eight" character.
Suddenly, the bus master braked sharply again, and it was still a turn.
The young woman didn't seem to expect this either, and suddenly lost her balance and hit him on the shoulder.
He only had a slight tendency to shift his body, and he didn't know whether it was the inertia caused by the rapid braking of the car, or the reason why he was hit by a young woman.
"I'm sorry."
The young woman's voice was apologetic.
"It's all right."
For the first time, he looked the young woman in the eye.
The young woman's voice, though apologetic, was not small.
Usually a person, especially a girl, can maintain this volume when apologizing, and there are usually only two situations, one is insincere, and the other is that the person has a very cheerful and lively personality.
Apparently young women belong to the second category.
Only he could see that the young woman was not happy at the moment.
Although wearing a mask, the young woman's face could not be seen. But he saw the wrinkles on her white forehead, and the thick sadness in the depths of her eyes.
Instead of looking back at the window, she sat up straight and upright.
A pair of slender, even legs are even more attractive in jeans.
He didn't look at the young woman either, but his eyes gradually revealed a trace of remembrance, a trace of pain.
At that time, he was still friends with her.
Not only do we often have dinner appointments, but we also make friends on weekends.
It was a summer weekend, it was hot and the sun was big.
He held iced milk tea with her and walked around the park against the fiery sun.
She doesn't say hot, he doesn't say tired.
He wanted to be with her, she wanted to have him with her.
Inexplicable affection flowed in his heart, he wasn't sure it was love? Like? Still impressed!
All he knew was that he wanted to be alone with her, wanted to be close to her, wanted to be with her, wanted to talk to her, wanted to see her laugh.
Just like that, he can be happy.
He was deeply in love with the city and her.
He didn't know if she also had inexplicable feelings for him.
He didn't dare ask, nor did he dare to say.
Sometimes asking and saying represents a cruel "loss.".
They walked around the park together and prepared to go home at four o'clock in the afternoon.
They live not far apart.
He began to struggle inside, and he felt sorry for her for a day and wanted to take a taxi faster.
He also felt that the taxi was too fast, so that he would spend much less time with her.
"Let's take the bus and go straight downstairs to my house."
She said.
"Okay." He replied happily.
He held up his umbrella, and she stood beside him.
He could smell the faint scent of her body and feel the warm scent emanating from her.
Between him and her, there was a thin piece of paper.
He tried countless times to pull that distance in, but every time the clothes touched hers, he couldn't help but flinch.
After trying three or four times, he couldn't get any closer.
In this way, until the bus came, he did not dare to touch her through her clothes.
That time, he happened to be sitting on the same bus as he was on today, in the same position.
However, at that time, he sat next to her familiar, not a strange her.
After sitting down, they briefly exchanged words, and she began to close her eyes and go to sleep.
The heat, combined with tiredness, is enough to make people sleepy.
He couldn't sleep, he looked at the buildings on the side of the road that kept receding, and suddenly he was a little angry, he wondered why today's bus was running so fast.
In fact, this is the weekend, there are many cars on the road, no traffic jam has been lucky, where can it be fast!
She closed her eyes as if asleep, her head tilted to his side, and he was worried that she was not sleeping well, and he didn't even think about pushing his shoulders over.
At this time his arm finally touched her arm, although it was separated by a layer of clothing (the long sleeves she was wearing), but in an instant, he did not know whether it was excitement or excitement, and suddenly his hands began to tremble, and he tried his best to restrain the shaking of his hands, for fear of waking her. His heart trembled and tugged together, and an inexplicable emotion filled his body and filled his chest.
His whole body trembled slightly without warning.
He tried to control his excitement, but unfortunately her head never landed on his shoulder.
Instead, she opened her eyes.
"Where's it going?"
she asked.
"I don't know."
He looked outside, and his mind had been on her and he really didn't know where.
She herself looked out the window and seemed to see where she was.
Suddenly he said something sad again.
"Why does this car run so fast?"
Listening to the headless and brainless words, she was first stunned, then silent.
Naturally, she didn't know what was on his mind.
She just thought he was lying, saying he didn't know where to go and saying that the car was fast, which sounded contradictory.
She didn't speak, and she used to say he was her good friend. Although she had said this to many people, at the moment she was reluctant to expose him, and she felt that she should retain a little dignity for him.
In this way, the next two people communicated less and less.
Another 13 minutes passed, and she was about to arrive at the station.
He lived a little farther away than she did, one more stop.
"Here you are."
He stood up.
She nodded and left her seat, and the two of them walked toward the car door.
They stood together at the door of the car and waited for the car to stop.
Looking at the platform getting closer and closer, his heart suddenly flooded with a feeling of sadness, loss, and reluctance.
At that moment, he was like a person who had lost love, looking at the familiar environment, suddenly remembering the laughter of the past, and almost couldn't help but cry.
"Bye bye."
He said.
She might have been too tired, maybe she was anxious to go home, maybe she couldn't think of it, so she didn't hear how much reluctance was contained in his two short words.
She got out of the car and walked forward, just as she had taken three or four steps, and just as the door was about to close, he got out of the car.
He stood there, staring blankly at her back.
The bus had left, her back gradually disappearing around the corner, and he found that many passers-by were watching him.
He was standing there dumbfounded, a drop of crystal clear water hanging from the corner of his eye, and in this hot weather he couldn't tell whether it was tears or sweat.
He finally confirmed once that he could no longer see her figure, and then turned around and walked hard in the direction the bus had left.
Suddenly, his body leaned forward and he almost slammed into the backrest of the front seat.
In a panic, he used his hands to help, and his thoughts returned to reality.
He looked outside, the familiar platform.
Without thinking about it, he got up and walked down.
Behind him, the young woman followed suit.
I don't know if it was a coincidence or fate, but the young woman walked in the same direction as she did.
He looked at the familiar scene, and his face suddenly turned pale.
He saw her, and she passed by the young woman, who was coming toward him as she answered the phone.
She had a happy smile on her face.
He made a mistake and hid on the other side of the bus stop, separated by a layer of advertising paper surrounded by two pieces of glass. He could still faintly listen to her words on the other side of the phone, which were intimate words that could only be spoken, and his stomach was sour.
The two walked forward together across the bus platform billboard, and he turned around and walked in the direction she had come when he was about to finish the bus platform.
He was glad he hadn't made a reckless gesture, or he might not have been able to be friends with her.
He looked ahead and seemed to see a girl in a fluttering white dress waiting for him. It was a girl with no friends, no girlfriends, and his eyes were full of him.
He suddenly thought of the sentence", "Some people know that they can't be with her, but they don't feel comfortable handing her over to someone else." ”
Some people said that this was to describe the spare tire, and at that time he also thought it was.
But now he had a deeper understanding, and there was no other explanation for this.
"The pearl of the king is weeping, and hates when they don't meet and don't fall in love." Describe such love without being able to, loving without being able to be together. Wouldn't it be more appropriate, more in line?
He remembered the first time he met her, whenever he watched her behave a little closer to the others, smile a little too much, he would be jealous and angry again.
Because these are all he wants, and he doesn't dare.
He was afraid that she would take it seriously, and he was afraid that he would not be willing to refuse.
Every time I see Ah Nian in the circle of friends, her likes or comments will not help but look at it a few more times and guess why.
A few of these speculations made him happy, and most of them made him unhappy.
At that time, he really understood what it was: your name, my heart.
Now, he knew that she would continue to follow the route that fate had set, and finally find the person who was destined.
Unfortunately, that person was not him.
And he will also enter the marriage hall with another person.
Unfortunately, that person was not her.
The emotion in his heart will be buried deep in his heart, never sprouted, and will not die.
Maybe one day the thing that can't tell whether it's emotion or throbbing will eventually calm down with time.