Waiting for the bus at the waiting bar

The author has something to say: the waitingbar series are all short stories, but this article has more than the expected number of words, so it’s serialized, and it may be changed as you write, but the bus line remains the same, so please be careful when entering the pit

The golden autumn is cool, the weather is fine, and the waitingbar is open for business as usual.

The wind chime rang at the door, and Mu Yao's voice was accompanied by a pleasant crisp sound: "Welcome, have something to drink."

When the man approached, Mu Yao put down the bill in her hand, smiled, and looked at him, her eyes suddenly burst into surprise: "Sister Man?"

The corners of Yu Man's mouth raised slightly, he sat in front of the bar and said softly, "Long time no see."

Mu Yao smiled brightly: "It's really been a long time since I saw you, is it still the same old taste?"

Yu Man chuckled silently: "Yes, espresso."

Mu Yao handed the prepared coffee to Yu Man's hand, and asked curiously: "Sister Man, we... haven't seen each other for three years, right? Where have you been?"

Yu Man smiled apologetically: "I didn't expect you to remember that I've been away for so long."

"Sister Man, look at my shop. It's so small. There are only a few tables of customers. Don't you remember those who come here often? Besides, I've always envied your friendship with Shang Fei. You two always go in and out together. Tea, two beauties, can you not pay attention."

There was a smile on the corner of Yu Man's mouth, but his brows were inadvertently frowned, and he repeated: "Shang Fei?"

It was another dry and cold winter, and another freezing morning. Although I, Yu Man, was conscious, my body was kidnapped by the bed.I struggled to get up at 7:10, but my sleepy body was protesting, and the sleepy god in my head was also clamoring: "Sleep, sleep. I went to bed too late last night, and I fell asleep at one o'clock in the morning! Why do you want to sleep?" Going to bed late? Why why!"

At the same time, the sober consciousness is tearing the nerves: "Don't sleep, the alarm at 07:30 has been ringing for a long time, if you don't get up again, you won't be able to catch the 07:30 bus! If you can't catch the [-]:[-] bus, you won't be in the Arrive at work at eight o'clock. You are really late. The boss said, "Don't work hard, don't be lazy, play hard, and don't have eyes". "

"Ah~" Finally, in order not to be late, I still tried my best to separate myself from the bed, dragged my drowsy head, brushed my teeth, washed my face, and put on fragrance, then put on my little leather boots, put on a big cotton jacket, put on a mask, wrapped Putting on the gloves, he went out the door bloated and sleepy.

I staggered to the bus stop, and as soon as I got to the platform, I saw a girl in a white down jacket with straight bangs and long black hair looked at me twice. He looked like he saw an acquaintance who was "half-baked", and wanted to say hello but didn't dare to say hello.

strangeness?do we know each other?I glanced at her lightly, quickly sized her up and then retracted my gaze. I recalled carefully, but my memory didn't have this sweet-looking face?

So, I was very curious why she had that expression - seeing an acquaintance but not sure whether the other party remembered her expression.I touched my cheeks, and I was wearing a mask. Can I tell the difference just by my eyes?It takes a lot of familiarity to have the cognition of "I seem to know this person, isn't it XXX".

It seems that I pay too much attention to my own world on weekdays, and don't pay much attention to the people or things around me.

Suddenly, I was inexplicably a little excited. After all, people pay attention to my ordinary appearance and ordinary dress. It really exudes charm from the inside out!Thinking of this, I don't think her smiling expression is very strange, on the contrary, I really enjoy her attention to me.

When she was inflating herself, she caught a glimpse of her stretching her head to look in the direction of the bus from the corner of her eye.

Suddenly, a crack opened in the memory gate in my mind—she looks quite familiar, it is... the girl who often waits for the bus here—she is the same as me We have to take the No. 5 bus to Beiwan, and it seems that we have bumped into each other several times.

No wonder!

I put my hands on my chest and kept stomping my feet slightly to dispel the chill all over my body, but my peripheral vision wandered unconsciously on her body.

A stranger may not interest me. After all, I often close my eyes and ears and immerse myself in my own little world.But once this outside person or thing has some kind of connection with me, I can't help but want to find out.

The No. 5 bus came and stopped 20 meters away from the platform because of a traffic jam. The girl hurriedly ran towards the bus. The steps hesitated.

Seeing her wandering steps, swinging back and forth, looking at me and looking at the bus, that look is funny and cute.

I don't know why, I was moving slowly towards the car, but suddenly changed my mind - just wait at the bus stop, don't let her go!At the same time, there is a faint expectation in my heart!

So I turned around and went back to the platform. Just at this time, the traffic was cleared, and the No. 5 car slowly moved towards the platform.And she also returned to the platform, stood a few meters away from me, and kept looking at me.

I sneaked a glance at her, and suddenly wondered whether I was wearing something wrong or the mask strap was crooked, why she kept looking at me.Even if you see an acquaintance, if you fail to say hello at the beginning, shouldn't you try to avoid it as much as possible to avoid embarrassment?

Apparently she thinks completely differently than I do.

After getting on the bus, she sat in the front seat of the bus and looked back at me with a smile on her face.

I hesitated, and chose to sit in the back seat of the bus - I like to stay in the corner because of my personality.

After I sat down, I looked for her, but when she met my gaze, she quickly looked out of the window.

I was at a loss for a moment—was she afraid that I would see her, or did she want me to see her?

The next day, I still insisted on my honorary title as a senior householder who had trouble getting up, and rushed to the bus stop, and sure enough she was there.She stood one meter away from me, and all the little expressions that peeked at me were put into the corners of my eyes.

I thought to myself, if you really know me, just say hello to me, I will never ignore you!

But she couldn't hear my heartfelt voice, and just carried out her "peeking" silently.

It went on like this for almost a week.

She always had a half-smile, and the corners of her mouth would lightly twitch after watching me, as if she was complacent about something she had done, or as if she had seen something she liked and couldn't help holding it in her hands to enjoy it.

The calm heart lake was suddenly rippled by the sweet wind.

Looking at the back of her getting into the car, I pressed my heart, feeling mixed.

I can't go on like this anymore, I know myself, if I don't restrain myself, I will be dragged into the quagmire by my imagined dreams.

So on the Monday of the new week, I changed a ride point.

The bus station without her seemed sparsely populated, as if it was always desolate and empty, and a vague chill gradually lingered in my heart.

It's strange to say that she is only small, but in my mind, she can always fill up the No. 5 bus stop and give me some warmth from her body.

But now, here, on the new platform, there is nothing around that can give me even a little warmth, even if I curl up in a down jacket.