I really don't want to be a teacher

The middle-aged driver's eyes were in a trance, and he turned his head to look at the front side of the carriage, a seat next to the driver's seat, with more smiles on his face,

"Along the way, we would chat for a while, and she would talk about what happened in the factory yesterday, and I would just listen, and sometimes talk about my own things...

Slowly, I became more and more familiar with her.

I know where her family lives, her name, what she does in the factory, and the situation in her family, and she gradually gets to know me...

Slowly, I began to look forward to her appearing there every day, looking forward to her being able to get on the train at that platform every day, greet me with a smile, and talk to me... I began to feel that the journey of only six stops was too short, and I always thought about it. It can make the time of these six stops pass more slowly, so that I can see her more and talk to her more..."

The middle-aged driver smiled and said,

"...It's been like this for about a year, and finally one day, I was driving a bus and passed by that platform again at that time...but that time, she was no longer like before, just stepping on her feet, Waiting on the platform...she's not there.

I couldn't help being stunned when I didn't see her...Before that, I never thought that she would not be there...

I couldn't help stretching my head out, looking out of the car door, but there was no sign of her on the front or back of the road... I didn't restart the car until the passengers in the car urged me.

That day, I was a little absent-minded. I just didn't see her on the platform, so I felt that I was missing a lot of things that day...

I also feel very scared, afraid that she is like those familiar faces, and after not seeing her once, I will never see her again..."

"...The next day, I drove that train and passed by that platform again. Before the car stopped completely, I couldn't help turning my head and looked out of the car window at that platform... That day, the train on the platform There were a lot of people, many people crowded... But fortunately, she was there, she appeared on the platform as usual... After everyone got on the train, she finally walked up, and stood on the platform like before. next to me.

Meeting my gaze, she smiled at me... I looked at her and wanted to ask her why she didn't come, but I always felt that I didn't have the right to ask this question... so I held back, just like usual , I smiled, and while driving, I chatted with her about the daily life... But halfway through the journey, I still couldn't hold back, and asked her why she didn't come yesterday...

When she heard my question, she couldn't help laughing, stepped on her feet, turned around, and said with a smile: I thought you didn't ask...

After laughing, she told me that she didn't spend much of her wages in the past few months. She saved some money and bought a bicycle. From now on, she will ride a bicycle instead of taking the bus, which can also save money. Let me pay for the bus. Today, my bicycle is broken, so I am afraid that I will not be able to take the bus in time.

Listening to her words, I panicked and scared... I don't want her to ride a car, I just want her to ride in my car, so that I can see her every day, I even want to say, I am willing to pay her for the car Money...but I opened my mouth and couldn't say anything...

Until, there was only one stop left before the stop where she got off. At the stop before that, I stopped the car and looked at her. I was afraid that after she got off the car this time, I would never see her again...

I couldn't help but told her, I said... can she not ride a bike, or take the bus every day...

I thought she would be very strange and confused when she heard what I said, but I didn't expect her to laugh..."

The middle-aged driver spoke with a smile on his face again,

"... She smiled, looked at me, and asked me, why... At that time, it was really... I met her gaze, and my face flushed instantly, but my mouth faltered and said nothing not come out.

I didn't feel like driving anymore, so I parked the bus next to the platform at the previous stop. The passengers on the bus seemed to have noticed something, and no one urged...

She was not in a hurry, just like that, smiling in her eyes, looking at me... For a long time, seeing that I still didn't speak, she smiled and continued to tell me, saying that if I didn't speak again, she would get off the car directly ...

I panicked even more... Then I shook off the words in my heart, and I told her that I just want to see her every day and hear her voice every day... Listening to my words, her face gradually turned red, But he still looked at me and didn't move his eyes away.

After I finished speaking, I looked at her and asked her nervously if I could still take this bus every day.

...Then, the passengers in the car started to boo, her face became more and more red, but she didn't leave, she just stood where she was, looking at me...

For a while, she was holding her hands behind her back, blushing and deliberately pretending to be angry and told me,

Said that I only now know the urgency.

Then she blushed even more and asked me,

She asked me, asked if I was stupid, and didn't realize that she would still be there even if it was not a weekday, would she get in the car at that time? "

As the middle-aged driver spoke, the smile on his face grew wider.

"...I couldn't help laughing when I heard what she said. I felt very happy, as if I had never been so happy..."

"...That day was also her day off, and for the first time she didn't get off the bus after six stops, but sat next to me and walked the whole way with me.

That journey, with her by my side, time seemed to pass quickly, never so fast..."

As he spoke, the middle-aged driver fell silent again, staring at the front of the carriage with a smile on his face.

……

After a long time, the middle-aged driver looked away, and the smile on his face gradually disappeared. After a moment of silence, he continued,

"...She is the mother of my child. After those two years, I married her and gave birth to my child...but not many years later, when the child was only ten years old, she went to up...

After she went... when she passed by that platform again, she couldn't help but look at that platform...I couldn't help but think, when I stopped the car there and turned my head to look over, she will be on that platform,

Then she would get in the car and say something to me: Do you know the urgency now? "

The middle-aged driver fell silent again as he spoke, and wiped the back of the seat with his rough palm over and over again,

"...After that, I took the child to grow up. When the child was still young, he was just like me. He always liked to follow me out of the car. I sat in the driver's seat, and he sat next to me, watching the people coming and going. passengers,

Sometimes, after a few stops, he would proudly tell me that he just counted how many passengers got on and off the bus..."

The middle-aged driver paused, raised his head again,

"...Just on the bus, he grew up slowly, and I also began to grow old...but he is better than me, so I don't need to drive this car anymore."

The middle-aged driver looked into the carriage, looked at the rows of seats in front of him, looked at the driver's seat,

"...Slowly, I began to understand my father's words...If this is outside the car, look at this car, it is also coming and going...When the passengers arrive at the station, the driver also has it."

The middle-aged driver said, watching with ecstasy.

Chapter 273 What to hide

inside the bus,

The middle-aged driver watched in a daze, silently,

Lian Ge glanced at the middle-aged driver, turned his gaze away, looked out of the car window, and didn't say much.

Outside the car window, the direction facing the emergency building is still brightly lit, and patients rushing in from time to time,

Facing the direction of the road outside the hospital, it is even more noisy. Pedestrians and vehicles pass by the road slowly or in a hurry. Street lights and car lights are intertwined, flowing, and bustling.

In the compartment, the sound outside the window seemed to be cut off, and it became quiet again.

……

"...After my son grows up, I will be left alone in the family again."

Looking into the carriage, the middle-aged driver was silent for a long time, then said again,

"When I was driving, I always felt that something was missing...sometimes I suddenly realized...she wasn't there, neither was the child...

But it's always better than being alone at home, at least you can see some passengers coming and going, and when you see some familiar faces, you can tell them a few family stories...

People in the company always ask me, why don’t I always take vacations... It’s just that there seems to be nowhere to go on vacation except to see the children... Moreover, as I get older, I gradually start to feel a little scared, scared When I come back from a vacation, those familiar faces will disappear...

Compared with home, at least here, sometimes it seems to be closer to her... It seems that she will get on the train at the next stop..."

Looking at the front side of the carriage, the middle-aged driver stared in a daze,

"...Just like before, some familiar faces disappear, and some new faces slowly become mature faces..."

"...From the main station, after driving three stops, there will be an old lady boarding the bus. The old lady is about 70 or [-] years old. Every morning when the first bus arrives, she will take my car. I went to the vegetable market to buy vegetables, and then I happened to take my second bus back, and went back to that platform.

The old lady is old, her ears are a little hard, and her movements are a little slow. She always has to open the car door for a while before she can slowly get in the car... After getting in the car, she will sit there..."

As if like a few treasures, the middle-aged driver pointed at the seat in the car while narrating,

"...I'm old, I don't sleep much at night, and I tend to fall asleep during the day. If you don't call her, she may sit past the station... So she will sit there, and she knows I will call her."

"... On the last train at night, there was a young man, a young man in his twenties, who would get on the bus at the third stop when I left the station, and would not get off until one stop before the final stop. He moved there more than three years ago. He works near the platform where he gets on the train. The subway has never passed by where he lives. He can only get up early every day to and from work, catch the last shift, and take the bus...

Sometimes when the last train reaches the last few stops, he will chat with me... That guy is not easy. There are several times, I have heard him call home... He just likes to sit there , by the side of the lower door.

There is also an old gentleman, every one or two o’clock in the afternoon in winter, and later in summer, he will take this bus to go to the park... The old gentleman, his wife has passed away, and his children are separated far away, he is the only one left at home...

There are also a few students, on the fifth platform, there is a school next to it, and when the school is over, those children will go there... When they were young, I saw They, from being held in the arms of their parents, to slowly being able to sit on the seat next to them, holding his parents' hands and running... to the time when they were riding alone in the car. "

The middle-aged driver pointed to the seats and talked about a person, his eyes were in a trance, and he seemed to be lost in memory.

"... There is also an older sister who looks a few years older than me. Every once in a while, she will carry a pannier on her back, first take the city and country bus, and then take my car after arriving at the terminus.

Every time she carries that backpack with some vegetables and some rice oil on her back, she goes to see her son... The backpack is not small and its weight is not clear, every time she gets in the car, she has to hold on to the handle by the door , then hunched over and moved up little by little.Sometimes when there are many people in the car, the other passengers in the car think that she is carrying a backpack and occupying the seat, and say a few bad words, but she doesn't refute, just blushes, and doesn't speak... I let her put the things away Put it next to me, next to the driver's seat... She keeps thanking her every time..."

While talking, the middle-aged driver gradually fell silent again.

On the side, Lian Ge withdrew his gaze from the window, glanced at the middle-aged driver, paused, but didn't say much.

After the middle-aged driver was silent for a while, he raised his head again, looked inside the car, and continued,

"... Hey, I have sent passengers to the station one by one, and now I have also arrived at the station, and it is time to get off.

This is the end, I really can't let it go after thinking about it...

I grew up slowly in this car, and watched my son grow up slowly, and spent most of my life in this car.

... I don't know if the next driver will remember to ask the old lady to get off the car, what if the old lady passes the stop... I don't know if he will let the eldest sister put the back basket... Then After a few students grow up, I wonder if they will take this bus again..."

While talking, the middle-aged driver supported the back of the seat and stood up again with difficulty.

Looking at the front of the carriage, the driver was in a daze,

"It's time to let go."

Lian Ge looked at the driver who got up, and said calmly.

"...Yeah, it's time to let go,"

Hearing the sound, the driver paused, then looked at the front of the carriage,

"...It's time to let go."

Whispering in a low voice, the middle-aged driver looked at the driver's seat in front of the carriage, moved slowly, and walked over step by step.

Seeing this, Lian Ge stood up from the seat again.

……

"Dong dong..."

And when the middle-aged driver was looking at the front of the car, walked to the driver's seat step by step, and was silent,

Outside the bus, there was a soft knocking sound.

The middle-aged driver, who was silent, paused when he heard the sound, followed closely by the sound, the middle-aged driver looked out the front door,

I saw a middle-aged man standing outside the car door, about forty or fifty years old,

The expression on his face was a little anxious, and he was knocking on the transparent car door while turning his head and looking around, as if he was vigilant and avoiding something.

Looking at the man outside the car door, the middle-aged driver showed a trace of hesitation in his eyes, and didn't open the car door directly.

And the middle-aged man outside the door, seeing that the driver hadn't opened the door, knocked on the car door more eagerly, looking around more anxiously, looking very urgent,

Seeing this, the middle-aged driver turned his gaze to Lian Ge.

Lian Ge looked at the middle-aged driver's gaze, turned his gaze, and looked at the anxious middle-aged man outside the car door,

After a pause, Lian Ge looked away,

"Let him in."

Hearing this, the middle-aged driver didn't hesitate any longer, stretched out his hand, and pressed the door switch.

Immediately afterwards, the front door slowly opened,

Before the car door was fully opened, the middle-aged man outside the door quickly got into the car.

At the same time as entering the carriage, there was still the noisy sound of the road,

"...Close the door, please. Can this car go? Can we go now?"

After getting in the car, the middle-aged man seemed relieved, turned his head, looked out of the car window, and then asked the driver.

The middle-aged driver didn't answer when he heard the words, he turned his head slowly and looked at Lian Ge,

Seeing this, the middle-aged man followed his gaze and turned his head.

"Can you tell me, what are you hiding?" Lian Ge glanced at the middle-aged man, turned his gaze, and looked out the window.

Chapter 274 Two Drivers

"...Some people in black formal suits who look ghostly."

The middle-aged man looked at Lian Ge, hesitated, and replied,