Heart-pounding bus articles

It has been a month since I arrived in this city.

The young man stood in the crowded carriage, swaying with the bumps of the carriage.My ears are full of unfamiliar dialects, and I tilt my head slightly, and I can only see a mass of black heads, each of which hangs down at the same angle, and underneath is a face that is whitened by the fluorescent light of the screen.Occasionally, there are a few standing upright in a daze, with earphones that isolate everything in their ears, and their dull eyes are looking at the drowsy sky outside the car window.

What should life be like?he thinks.The ideals and desires for society that filled my mind in school have gradually lost their weight now.

He turned his head to look at the sky outside the car window.The sunset glow there has gradually faded away, floating leisurely, with a few dim floating clouds.

Another day is coming.

The bus stopped briefly, and the crowd squeezed out of the bus.The crowded compartment just now became empty in an instant.He found a place to sit down, and the soreness in his calf was relieved a little.

The house rented by the youth is close to the suburbs, and the daily commute to and from get off work is far away.Fortunately, the starting station of this bus is not far from the gate of the community, and you can go directly to the software park where the company is located without changing buses.Going to work at nine o'clock in the morning, with red lights and traffic jams on the road, he had to catch the seven o'clock train.At this time, the bus will arrive at the company 10 minutes earlier, but if the bus is later, it will be 5 minutes late.This is also a pattern that he only found out in the last two days. When he first moved, the road here was not clear yet.The buildings in this community are weird, the gates are oriented to the wrong side, and every building is exactly the same, and the navigation is also very unreliable. He changed several routes back and forth, and was late for four or five days before he finally settled down.

The bus wobbled at the terminal, the door opened automatically, and a cold mechanical female voice was broadcast inside the car, reminding the sleepy passengers.The people in the car got out of the car in twos and threes, and then scattered away.Enduring his fatigue, he skillfully walked to the convenience store opposite to buy today's dinner and tomorrow's breakfast.

When the bus entered the community, it was instantly pitch black.A small red dot lighted up abruptly, carrying some white smoke, and then went on and off, and was finally cut off by someone.

The day passed completely.

The morning sun is as refreshing as the morning air, hitting the bushes in early summer, the birds in the morning, and the thick curtains.The cheerful alarm clock sounded suddenly, but was interrupted by a snap.The young man sat up abruptly with his messy hair on his head, and fell down again. Five minutes later, the alarm clock started ringing again. The young man struggled to sit up again, woke up for a few seconds, pressed the alarm clock, and got out of bed to wash his hands.

Seven o'clock sharp.The young man ran out of the community in a hurry, but fortunately the bus hadn't left yet, so he took a few quick steps to clock in and get on the bus.The compartment was empty, the driver saw him, raised his hand to snuff out the cigarette butt, and waved the remaining smell out of the window.Only then did the young man realize that the driver was a very handsome man.Tall and tall, with long hands and long legs, he seemed a little restrained sitting in the driver's seat, but he didn't care at all, sitting very loosely with his arms on the steering wheel.With a handsome face and sharp edges and corners, he doesn't look like a person from Jiangnan Water Village.The driver held the steering wheel and glanced at him, and he suddenly realized that he was staring at him. He couldn't help but secretly annoyed, apologized, and hurried to the last row of seats by the window to sit down.As soon as he sat firmly, the car ignited and started without haste.

The bus was moving smoothly and steadily. At first, the young man was fascinated by the scenery passing by the window, but after a while he fell asleep by the window in a daze.

The car went more smoothly, and the red light and turning did not wake up the young man.

It wasn't until another station, when waves of passengers came up one after another, that the young man was awakened by the noise of footsteps and the movement of people around him. He looked at the station sign, calculated the distance, and lost sleepiness at all.

A reminder sounded in his ears, and the young man left his seat early, grabbed the armrests to stabilize his body, and waited to get off among the swaying crowd.He unconsciously turned forward, and suddenly found the driver's resolute face reflected in the rearview mirror.The original sloppy expression has disappeared, and the deep pool-like eyes seem to be extremely focused, the lips are slightly pursed, the jaw is tense, and the hands are tightly holding the steering wheel.The posture of sitting upright and the casual and lazy appearance in the morning are completely different.The young man stared blankly for a while, until the alarm sounded and the door opened, and then he suddenly came back to his senses, and hurriedly got out of the car with the crowd.

It wasn't until he entered the company and sat on a chair that the young man came out of his wandering thoughts, looked at his dazed face reflected in the dark computer screen, and thought carefully about what he was wandering about, but he didn't have any clue.

Maybe it's not common for this type of people.He thought, maybe it was because the driver's front and rear differences surprised him too much.After patting his face to cheer himself up, he turned on the computer and started the long and tedious work again.

The sun turned to the west quietly, and the clouds and mist slowly gathered around the setting sun, dyed a circle of gold.

The young man turned off the computer, blinked his dry and sore eyes, stood up and tidied up the desktop, poured out the cold tea, and then picked up the briefcase and walked slowly out of the software park.

Another busy and unproductive day.

Too late to sigh, the bus came.I hurriedly followed the crowd into the car, but I didn't have time to take out the traffic card.The crowd pushed past him to go to the back of the car. The young man stood alone beside the credit card machine, frantically looking for his transportation card.After finally swiping the card, there was no more people in the compartment, so he had no choice but to stand where he was.

At this time, a low voice "Hold it up." The young man subconsciously grabbed the railing behind him, and the bus started to fire with a loud slam and started moving.

Only then did the young man realize that the driver in the driver's seat turned out to be the driver from the morning.The driver was still driving the car intently, as if he hadn't spoken just now.The young man stared blankly at his slightly tense side face, inexplicably feeling that life is full of coincidences.

The driver drove steadily all the way, and the young man watched the whole way intentionally or unintentionally, feeling more and more that the man driving was really steady.Whether he was waiting for a red light, waiting for pedestrians, or being stuck in a traffic jam at an intersection, the man's expression seemed to have never changed, and he was still calm and unwavering, with a mature focus.

Passengers on the car stopped at one stop after another and got out of the car one after another. Gradually, the carriage was mostly empty.The young man found a back seat and sat down to rest his aching legs.

It was completely dark, with dim incandescent lights inside the car and colorful neon lights outside.

At this time, most of the passengers were already tired, and they all leaned on the backs of their seats one by one, and some of them were dozing off bit by bit.The young man also felt a little tired. He hadn't eaten for almost seven hours since one o'clock in the noon. His stomach was already aching, but this was nothing compared to his mental fatigue.The young man rubbed his temples, then looked in the rearview mirror, the driver's resolute face was reflected on it, with the same faint expression.But maybe because he had passed through the bustling road section, maybe because there were not so many passengers, his expression was obviously relaxed.

He is also an ordinary person.The young man felt a little happy for some reason, so happy that even though he was exhausted, he still smiled from the bottom of his heart. The smile was shallow, playful, and indescribably relieved.

There are only a few stops left from the terminal, and there are a few fewer passengers.The young man leaned against the car window, staring at the slowly receding tall buildings out of the window in a daze, thinking about things intermittently in his mind.If you take the car from the starting station, you will be able to meet the driver.It's so early, it's still the first station, so how early does the driver have to get up to work.I also thought, I go to work by bus, so why does the bus driver go to work?motorcycle?Thinking about it again, if it was winter, it would be so cold to drive in the morning, no wonder he was so strong and resistant to freezing... After thinking about it, he slowly closed his eyes.

A few more passengers got off the bus.In the end, there was only the driver left in the car, the driver who drove slowly, and the young man who sat on the window at the end and leaned on the window to sleep lightly.The car moved slowly and steadily.There were few pedestrians on the road, only two rows of street lamps stood quietly, casting a dim and warm light.

In the early morning, the lively birdsong resounded in the quiet neighborhood again.

The young man was standing in front of the sink, brushing his teeth while silently annoyed that after being woken up by the driver last night, he jumped out of the car in a panic and ran away.The young man scolded himself for being stupid!What are you running for? Didn't you just fall asleep in the car and be woken up by the driver?As a result, in a hurry, I forgot everything, even forgot to buy breakfast this morning, and ran back home as if to escape.

but.The young man thought again, when he woke up in a daze, his eyes were blurred, but the driver's eyes were very clear.

As a result of several trances, the young man stepped out again.It was already seven o'clock, and the young man was anxiously staring at the gradually decreasing numbers in the elevator.It gradually became smaller from fifteen, and finally reached the first floor. As soon as the elevator door opened, the young man ran to the gate of the community.While running, I prayed that the driver would wake up five or six minutes late.

Of course, things backfired, and the driver arrived at the departure station accurately.But when the young man ran to the station wheezing, the bus stayed there quietly.A wisp of white smoke drifted out from the window of the driver's cab, and the driver was still sitting lazily in the driver's seat, as if he didn't know that 5 minutes had passed since the departure time.The young man stepped into the car, swiped his card, held the railing beside him with one hand, turned around and sat in the first row of seats panting.

After he had recovered his breath, the driver unhurriedly turned on the ignition and started the car.The bus slowly got on the road again.

The young man secretly observed the driver cautiously.Is he waiting for me?The youth thought to himself.Then I felt like I was being self-indulgent.

However, it was the first time that I sat so close to the front, and anyone who was close could see the hard stubble on the back of the driver's neck.From this angle, the profile of the driver's side is tougher, with a straight nose, slightly sunken eye sockets, and sharp lip lines.Especially the forearm raised when holding the steering wheel has beautiful muscle lines.

He is also serious when working.The young man thought silently.Also, really handsome.

In a daze, the car stopped, just when the red light came on, and I had to wait for a while.

The young man rubbed his unwell stomach. He was too panicked to go to the convenience store last night. He didn't eat dinner and today's breakfast. No matter if he was late or not, he had to go to the company to buy food first.Just as he was suffering, a plastic bag flew over from the front, and the young man hurriedly reached out to take it.The driver said without looking back: "I bought too much breakfast."

The young man opened the bag, and found that the bread and soy milk were intact and steaming hot.The young man hurriedly took out his wallet and wanted to pay, but he heard the driver say again: "What money do you want for the rest. Take it and eat."

The young man looked at the tightly packaged "leftovers", his eyes sore from the heat.He thanked in a low voice, opened the soy milk and took a sip, only to feel that it was sweet and warm, as if it warmed his heart all the way.

As the days passed, the young man was still in a hurry to catch the morning bus, and the driver was still lazily smoking a cigarette in the car.It seems that some kind of tacit understanding has been formed. No matter whether it is early or late, there is always a car and a person waiting for him quietly, never getting tired of it.

Young people often think that they are very lucky to be able to get such a little warmth in a strange foreign land.So getting up early every day has motivation, and going to work has become something worth looking forward to.

The young man thought that such days would last forever, and the silent peace between himself and the driver would not be broken.

However, the joy of life lies in its uncertainties.

It was another evening when the sun was setting.The young man punched his card and boarded the car familiarly, but was blocked in front of the card machine again.Seeing that he was well supported, the driver unhurriedly turned on the ignition and started the car.The bus wobbled through a few stops, stopping and going, as if it was the same as usual.

The young man still looked at the man driving the car in a nonchalant way, watching him turn the steering wheel handsomely, calm and sophisticated.At another stop, after the bus stopped, a group of people pushed and boarded the bus.The young man tried his best to get out of the way, but he was still pushed into the middle of the car by the crowd. He could only stretch his arms and barely reach the railing, his legs were tense, and he tried hard to keep his body stable.

When there are too many people, the car will drive slower. People are like being squeezed into cans, all listless and silent.Suddenly, the brakes were slammed, and the standing people fell forward one after another. Although no one fell down, many people started to curse.Before the young man figured out what was going on, he turned his head and saw the driver stepping off the driver's seat with long legs, grabbed the rag on the front desk, and walked straight to the back of the car.Passengers were so scared that they all hid away when they saw that he was tall, powerful and domineering.The young man was also taken aback, not knowing what he was going to do here.The driver walked up to him and didn't stop. He put the towel into his hand and said, "Come and help me." Then he walked back.The young man clutched the towel in a daze for a moment, then hurriedly followed.

The man walked to the back door without stopping. The passengers on both sides had already hid in the front, and there was only one middle-aged man in his 50s or [-]s who was not good looking, holding on to the railing tremblingly and looking at him in panic.Just as he was about to say something with his trembling lips, the man grabbed his arm and pulled him, twisting him behind his back. He heard a click, and the man opened his mouth and screamed in pain.The man suppressed him with both hands, and looked up at the young man.Only then did the young man recover from his astonishment, he looked at the rag in his hand, looked at the man's painful expression, then looked at the man's eyes that looked like a deep pool, finally gritted his teeth, and stuffed the rag in his hand. The man's mouth was blocked from the man's cry of pain.The man smiled at him appreciatively, then dragged the middle-aged man to the folding seat, crossed his two arms around the railing, held his wrists firmly with one hand, and fumbled with the other from his pants pocket. A pair of handcuffs with a cold light came out, and they were neatly clasped on the man's hands.The middle-aged man broke out in a cold sweat from the pain, and sat on the ground with his body tilted. His mouth was blocked and he couldn't speak, he could only groan.

After tidying up his clothes, the man took out a notebook from his front pocket and unfolded it in front of everyone. It was a notebook!Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and then there was a burst of noise.Some people dared to ask what happened to the man, but the man didn't respond, he just warned the girls around with their mobile phones not to take pictures, and went back to drive, but when he passed by the young man, he reached out and patted the young man on the head, and then It caused a small wave of exclamation.

Touching his head that had been patted, the young man stood there dumbfounded, his heart was overwhelmed.

He he he turned out to be a policeman? !