side of no chance

One

The sun was covered by thick clouds and the wind was bitterly cold. There were still traces of the heavy rain last night on the road, and the dead leaves stuck to the wet ground were swept away by the cleaning staff.He quickly walked over the crowd, finished the last mouthful of hot buns, and went straight to throw the packaging bag and paper towels into the trash can.Stepping onto the platform, I looked down to find a mask in my bag, and occasionally raised my eyes to the left for fear of missing the bus.Pull out the disposable mask from the packaging bag, zip it up, slide the bag from the wrist to the elbow, put the mask on the face with a straight body, pull the strap of the mask behind the ears, and brush the long hair to the side, curling slightly His long hair fell on his chest, and he glanced casually to the left, his eyes lit up——

Is the sun out yet?

He looked up at the sky dully, but the sun was still dim.Responding quickly, he looked to the right lane, and the lights of the private car dazzled his eyes.After confirming the answer, withdraw your thoughts and look to the left again.

Stopped buses, bustling office workers, wave after wave.

He stared at the left side intently, and shifted his gaze to Chehe in front several times, and the traffic lights kept changing.What the people around are saying, as if entering the filter, buzzing, not very clear.

The number [-] bus is coming.

Skimming through the crowd, holding the leather bag tightly with the right hand, pressing the right wrist with the left hand, holding your breath, not squinting, you can even hear the steady and slow beating of the heart.Walking toward the bus like a marionette on a string, no two legs feel right.

As he stepped off the platform, he took another look to the left.

Quickly withdraw your mind, reach the limit of holding your breath, exhale, take two steps, take out the bus card with your left hand, clenched your jaw, and swallow your saliva.With a relaxed body, he walked straight into the bus, stood firm and held the handrail, to calm his beating heart.

The bus closed the door, and the skin of the right hand holding the handrail turned white, and there were bursts of pain. He kept looking straight at the person in front of him, and finally turned his head to look for her through the window when the car started to drive.

A stranger made her feel like an unloved child.

He fixed his eyes, feeling inexplicably at ease.

During the lunch break, she and her colleagues walked out of the office building, mixed into the crowd, waited for the green light signal, chatted with her colleagues about the hot topics of the moment, and glanced in the direction of the bus station if there was nothing.

How could it be here.

Laugh at yourself.Passing by others and keeping up with colleagues, I can no longer keep up with the topic.

The author has something to say: Thank you.