“...... In the morning, when I got out of bed, I felt that something was wrong. ”

The driver held on to the back of the seat, squatted down, cleaned up the dust under the seat, and after a pause, said loudly,

“...... But didn't think much about it, hey, who knows...... That's the end of it. ”

Standing up again, leaning over, the middle-aged driver walked along the corridor of the bus, while cleaning the bus, while saying,

“...... But also, there will always be a time to get to the station, and when we get to the station, we have to get off. ”

Sweeping to the last row of the carriage, the middle-aged driver took a broom, paused, and fell silent.

“...... Hey, sweep clean, sweep clean......"

After a long time, the middle-aged driver smiled and muttered a few words, but still put the broom down again,

Turning around, the middle-aged driver held on to the back of the rows of seats in the car, and walked back to the middle of the car little by little.

Holding the back of the chair, the middle-aged driver sat down again on the seat across the hallway.

Turning his gaze, the middle-aged driver looked at the somewhat empty car, his eyes were distracted.

On the side, Lian Ge glanced at the driver and withdrew his gaze,

"Master, you've been driving this car for a long time, haven't you?" Looking out the window, Lian Ge asked in a calm tone.

“...... It didn't take long for this car, just a few years...... But hey, it's not short. ”

The middle-aged driver responded, looking at the car, his eyes were in a trance, and he seemed to be caught in a memory.

“...... When I was younger, my dad was a bus driver, and whenever my dad was out at work, I liked to follow him, and he sat in the driver's seat, and I sat next to him.

It's always interesting to watch people come and go on the train, and different people get on one station and off the platform.

At that time, the bus was not as air-conditioned as it is now, and in the summer, it was like a tin cage, with a bunch of people on it, stuffy and hot, and I was not afraid of the heat, pestering my father to follow.

My dad asked me why, and I said I just like to watch people come and go in the car. He laughed and said to me, if you are outside the car, you see the cars on the road, they are also coming and going.

At the time, I didn't understand what my father meant, but now, vaguely, I probably do. ”

The middle-aged driver slowly turned his gaze, as if he was narrating to Lian Ge, and as if he was reminiscing about himself.

Listening to the words of the middle-aged driver, Lian Ge turned his gaze, looked at the middle-aged driver again, didn't say anything, and listened quietly,

“...... At that time, my dad drove the No. 3 line, and when the first bus came out of the bus station in the morning, and when it came to the second platform, there would always be a fat aunt on the bus, she would carry a vegetable basket, and she would get off at the fifth stop, which was a vegetable market.

When I was young, she always liked to tease me, and made me a little angry, and hurriedly took a piece of candy out of my coat pocket and gave it to me. It's sour, it tastes so good......"

As he spoke, a smile appeared on the middle-aged driver's face, and then, the smile gradually disappeared.

"She always takes that bus, and she is very familiar with my father, and she will chat with my father when she gets on the bus, talking about some parents' shortcomings and neighborhood gossip, and her voice is not small, which always attracts everyone in the car to turn their heads and listen......

One day, I went out with my father again, but that day, when the first train passed the second platform, the fat aunt didn't get on the train and didn't see anyone...... My father waited until everyone on the platform was clean, and then he stretched out his head and looked out of the car, and was silent for a while before closing the door and starting the car......

The next day, when the fat aunt's neighbor was in the car, he mentioned the reason, it turned out that the fat aunt died, and the night before he didn't come to the car, he fell asleep, and it was gone......"

The middle-aged driver said, tilted his head slightly, looked inside the carriage, paused, and then continued,

“...... That afternoon, my father didn't go to work, so he took me, asked for directions, and went to the fat aunt's house...... When I came out of the fat aunt's house, my father was very silent, so he took my hand and walked all the way with his head down.

Wait until you get home...... My dad paused, not knowing if he was telling me or himself...... He said that he had driven that car for more than ten years, and the fat aunt had been in his car for ten years......

After saying that, my father didn't speak anymore and led me home. ”

Looking at the car, the middle-aged driver was silent,

“...... I grew up on that bus, for more than ten years, getting on and off the bus, the people who came and went seemed to change a little bit every once in a while, but there were always some people who were always there, and their faces were getting more and more familiar, even if they didn't remember much, but they became more and more clear, knowing that they would get on and off there, and know about their children, their parents, and their wives and husbands......"

As he spoke, the middle-aged driver paused again, looked at the inside of the carriage, gently wiped the back of the seat, and was silent for a long time.

“...... After my dad retired, I caught the last bus, took his shift, and became a bus driver, driving my dad's previous route...... At the beginning, those familiar faces always liked to tease me, or sighed with emotion, saying that they used to ride your father's car, but now it's up to you to sit and sit...... In the beginning, I always smiled and said, maybe by then, you will be able to ride my son's car......

It's just that, slowly, these words are becoming less and less in my ears, those familiar faces gradually disappear, and slowly, the people who used to ride in my father's car are no longer visible in the car...... I've grown up, and so have they.

Some of the new faces in the car have slowly become familiar faces......"

Turning his gaze, the middle-aged driver's eyes were in a trance, looking at the rows of seats in the carriage in front of him,

“...... One day, probably in the summer, I went out of the morning shift, and when I came back from the terminal on the second trip, on the fifth platform, a girl came up, with her hair coiled and wearing overalls, and when my car had just stopped, she rushed over, and as soon as the door opened, she hurriedly squeezed into the car.

However, at that time, it was a crowded time, and there was no vacant seat in the car, so she stood down next to me.

At the time, she looked a year or two younger than I might have been, standing next to me, looking out the window with some eagerness.

When I saw her face, I had the impression that I would see her for the first time, so I accosted her and asked her, is it the first time to take this train?

When she heard me talking to her, she turned her head and smiled at me, saying that it was her first time on this train, and that she was going to work in a factory the first day.

When she spoke, she had a proud look on her face...... The smile on that face is so beautiful......

Then she asked me how long it would take to get to that station, and she was afraid that she would be late......

I looked at her and told her that she didn't have to worry, that she would be there soon......

She listened to me and breathed a sigh of relief.

Along the way, I drove and talked to her.

It seems that because she went to work in the factory the day before, she seemed a little happy, and a smile appeared on her face from time to time...... I looked at her and smiled, and I thought it was so good-looking.

When she arrived at the station, she said a word to me as she did when she got on the bus, and hurried out of the car......"

“...... The next day, it was the same bus, and she got on the bus from that platform again.

When I saw her get in the car, I asked her, she wasn't late yesterday, and she smiled back to me, saying no, when she arrived at the factory, there was still some time before work.

I couldn't help but laugh when I saw her laugh......"

As he spoke, a smile gradually appeared on the middle-aged driver's face and he looked into the car intently.