Twists and turns of the romantic road Zhang Bao with translation

My place of work is at the luggage storage at Union Station, where you can see everyone who goes upstairs. Harry had been here three years ago, standing at the top of the stairs waiting for passengers on the train that arrived at 9:05.

I remember the first time I met Harry that night. He looked thin and anxious, like a child. He was so neatly dressed that I could tell at a glance that he was waiting for his girlfriend, and that they were going to get married 20 minutes after she arrived.

The travelers came, and I started to get busy. It wasn't until the 9:18 a.m. train that I had time to look down the stairs. To my surprise, the young man was still at the top of the stairs.

She didn't come by the 9:18 train, she didn't take the 9:40 train, and Harry looked disappointed when the passengers on the 10:02 train arrived and all left. After a while, as he approached my window, I greeted him and asked him what the girl looked like.

"She's not tall, she's dark," he said, "she's nineteen years old, and she walks very neatly." And her face," he thought for a moment, and then added, "looking very vibrant." I mean, she's going to be angry, but not for long. There was a small dot in the center of her eyebrows. She had a brown fur coat, but she probably didn't wear it. ”

I can't remember seeing anyone like that.

He showed me the telegram she had sent him: Arrive on Thursday, pick me up at the station. Love, love, love. Plums. The telegram came from the city of Omaha, Nebraska.

"Oh," I said at last, "why don't you call home? If she had arrived here before you, she would probably have called your house." ”

He looked at me with great annoyance and said, "I've only been here for two days. We were going to drive all the way south after we met, and I had already found a job there. She didn't give me any address. He touched the telegram.

The next day I came to the locker again on duty, and as soon as he saw me, he walked towards me.

"Where did she work in the past?" I asked him.

He nodded and said, "She used to be a typist. I sent a telegram to her original boss. All they know is that she quit her job and got married. ”

Harry stayed in for the next three or four days to pick up every arriving train. Of course, the railway side did a routine inspection, and the police were involved in the matter. But no one can help. I could tell they all thought Mei was playing a joke on him. But I don't think so at all.

One day, about two weeks later, Harry and I were chatting together, and I told him my thoughts, "If you can keep waiting, one day you'll see her go up this staircase." He turned and looked down the stairs as if he had never seen it before.

When I went to work the next day, Harry was already standing behind Tony's magazine stand. He looked at me, a little embarrassed, and said, "I've got to get a job somewhere, do I?"

So, he started working for Tony. We never talked about May again, and we didn't talk about my thoughts anymore. But I noticed that Harry was still looking at every passenger going upstairs.

At the end of the year, Tony was killed for gambling and getting into an argument with someone. Tony's widow left the magazine stand entirely in Tony's hands. After some time, she got married again. Harry bought the magazine stand from her. He borrowed some money, set up a cooler, and soon after, his business picked up.

Yesterday, however, I heard a shout and saw many things scattered all over the ground. The person who shouted was Harry, and the things that fell on the ground were some toys and some other things. These things he knocked over when he jumped over the counter. He stepped on these things and ran over and grabbed a girl who was less than ten feet from my window. The girl is not tall, with a dark complexion and a small dot at the center of her eyebrows.

The two looked at each other blankly for a long time, laughing and crying, saying meaningless things. She seemed to say, "I mean the bus stop," but he kissed her speechless, and told her that he had done nothing to find her. Apparently, May came here three years ago by bus, not train. The station in her telegram refers to the bus station, not the train station. She waited at the bus station for days, spending all her money to find Harry. Eventually, she got a job typing.

"What?" Harry asked, "You're working in the city, all the time?"

She nodded.

"Oh my God, you've never been to the train station?" he said, pointing to his magazine stand, "I've always been here, and it's mine." I've seen every person who goes up the stairs. ”

Her face began to turn pale, and after a while, she looked up the stairs and said in a weak voice, "I've never been up this floor before. You see, I went out of town yesterday on a short errand. Oh, Harry. Then she put her arms around his neck and really started crying.

After a while, she took two steps back, pointed to the northernmost part of the station, and said, "Harry, for three years, for three whole years, I've been working there, working at that station, typing in the stationmaster's office. ”