The drizzle hit the windshield, one by one like a blooming flower.

An unscrupulous driver on the opposite side was shining with dazzling high beams, so that Jiang Yu couldn't see the road in front of him clearly for two seconds, and his eyes were pantothenic.

"What the hell is driving!" she couldn't help but curse.

She has been driving a bus for more than a year, and every time she encounters this situation, she still can't help but scold.

Although it was the last train, there were still a dozen people in the car, and so many lives were on her steering wheel and the accelerator brake under her feet.

She didn't dare to let up at all.

After all, her job is to get the passengers safely to their warm homes.

This is also the proudest place of Jiangyu.

It's like the ferryman at the ancient ferry, transporting people from one shore to the other.

It's a small merit.

After a long red light and a train passing in front of him, Jiang Yu finally had the time to take the plastic water cup from the small shelf he had built on the left.

Previously, in order to get an extra 300 yuan per month for the high temperature subsidy, she drove a non-air-conditioned car in the suburbs for a long time. Later, I had a heat stroke, and I changed the car after my father tried every means to dissuade me.

said that the treatment of bus drivers in S City is quite good, and she already has a salary of six or seven thousand after deducting other expenses every month, and she does not need to work hard for a high temperature subsidy of 300 yuan. And no matter how tough she is, her body is a woman after all, and she can't bear it.

When something happens, I can't even earn a fixed salary, that is, I picked up sesame seeds and lost watermelons, and the gains outweighed the losses because of small losses.

She thought that it was rare for her father to say a few decent words, and she didn't want to lose her job, she still had to support herself and the family.

Life is difficult, making money is important, but life is even more important.

Without this life, it means that the original intention of struggle does not exist.

Probably because his mother went early, Jiang Yu was very sorry for his life.

Moreover, it is not uncommon for those who work in the bus industry to work overtime and have a large workload and get sick and die suddenly on the way.

After witnessing so many comings and goings, life and death, Jiang Yu's motto became:

It's better to die than to live.

No matter how many times life has struck her, there is hope in life.

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Although the air-conditioned car has been opened now, there are few people on the last train, there is no peak crowd, there is no smell of sweat that fills the entire carriage, and the wind blowing out of the air conditioner is "sighing" cold, but just now by the headlights shake, there is still a fire in my heart.

If you urgently need to take a sip of herbal tea quietly, pick open the lid of the pot and pour it into your mouth.

"Poof. ”

A rancid and sour smell almost made Jiang Yu vomit.

She really wanted to vomit, but there were no trash cans at her feet, and she couldn't open the window to learn from some obscene drivers who spit out, regardless of whether there were pedestrians and vehicles around.

I had to frown and swallow.

Dangling the cheap plastic cups bought from the bottom of the supermarket shelves, the milky white marks on the wall can be faintly seen through the dark blue bottles.

The cups she usually uses are large-capacity. The two-liter one broke yesterday, and at noon asked my dad to change her to a one-liter cup.

"Tsk. ”

It must have been the old man at home who filled the cup with expired ice milk from the refrigerator.

The reason why she was reluctant to throw it away was because she had heard that expired milk could be used to water flowers, so that it would not be wasted.

She had wanted to keep the green onions that had fallen into the foam box on the window shelf.

Daddy loves green onions too much, and has lived with him for many years, which leads to her loving food too.

The rows of green onions planted in the foam box have long been plucked.

Every time she goes to the vegetable market, even if she only buys a tomato, she asks the stall owner for several green onions, and almost all the vegetable stalls in the vegetable market know her.

Now they are wary of her, unless you buy a lot of vegetables, those green onions are charged.

Before leaving, she ate two saline popsicles given by kind volunteers at the rest stop, so she didn't feel thirsty, so she didn't think about drinking water, so she didn't notice anything strange in the cup until now.

"Alas. ”

I don't look at the expiration date either.

Big men are just rough.

Sigh, close the cap, put the bottle back on the small shelf next to it, and take it back to continue pouring the green onions.

Every time she eats the train[Note 1], the passengers are always impatiently waiting, but she is happy because she can finally rest for a while, and she is confident in controlling the travel time.

It can be said that she is confident in her driving skills, she has pestered her father since the year she first got her ID card that she wants to learn to drive, this is the first time she has begged him to want something like that.

The school fare is a big expense, but her father still agreed, saying that if she doesn't study well in the future and can't find a good job, she can still drive a taxi to support herself.

She remembers that during the time she was learning to drive, her father smoked and drank very little, probably really saving her tuition every day.

Until now, because of the cost of buying cigarettes, I just quit directly.

As a result, she really didn't get admitted to college, and only barely got a high Chinese certificate. She felt that it was boring to study in a junior college, and her family had no extra money for her to go to a private school for a semester.

The moment she got the exam paper, she knew that she was out of play, but she still filled out a paper seriously, and when the grades and score lines came out, she calmly said to her father that she would definitely not go to school, and she was going out to make money.

I worked as a supermarket camper, a promoter, and stood at the counter of a shopping mall for a few months.

However, it may be that she is too wild and unrestrained, and she has given up these jobs.

I spent a day at home, thinking about my not bright future.

At this time, a driver's license came in handy, and the threshold for drivers was also very low, she drove a taxi for two years and didn't make much money, so she went to learn A3 with a hard heart, she was very talented in driving, and she passed it all at once. After a one-year internship period, he officially took up his post.

Usually I was a little tired, but fortunately, the salary was very good, so I persevered.

Although sometimes it is still not accurate, the traffic in S City has always been congested, and the manager can also forgive her. Every time she doesn't drive and has to squeeze the bus by herself, she feels that S City is simply overcrowded.

One by one, as if the floodgates were opened to release water, they all poured together with a bang.

She felt that her bus seemed very small in the crowd, like a rickety fishing boat surrounded by a large field of silver sardines, and it was difficult to move forward in the big waves.

It's just a drop in the ocean.

This train is really long enough, and I'll have to speed up later.

Glancing at the work card on the right, there is her number, and on the left is her ID photo, which has been taken for a long time, and she was quite young at that time. The service information board next to it also has the work unit and her name: Jiang Yu.

Regarding the name Jiang Yu, it is also quite interesting.

Her father's name is Jianghu, nicknamed "Old Jianghu". This is indeed a very quacky name. So her surname is Jiang, as for the word "yu", my father's explanation is that I wanted a small apartment to live comfortably at that time, so I took this word.

Jiang Zhou's heart trembled for a while, thinking that it was fortunate that he didn't want a villa, otherwise she would have to call Jiang Shu, or if she was unlucky, it was not impossible to call Jiang Fang.

When she was in junior high school, the Chinese teacher asked her classmates to write their names on the blackboard and then tell the meaning of the name.

So she flipped through the brand-new red-skinned Xinhua dictionary that she had never opened before, and finally found a decent explanation for herself: Yu, with the meaning of sustenance. Therefore, the meaning of the name Jiang Yu has become, she is a sustenance for his father.

Looking into the inner rearview mirror, there were still a few people sitting in the back.

On the seat near the back door sat a couple of Qingqing and me, two people were happily playing with their mobile phones, the young people's energy was so abundant, and the four young people sitting in front and back of the two on the other side were still chatting while playing with their mobile phones, and they looked like students who came out to play together.

This is not the case with two more formally dressed office workers, leaning against the window with their eyes closed and headphones in their ears.

The rest were a few aunts in their forties, wearing makeup and speaking in a pure local dialect, presumably clerks who had just left work in a nearby mall.

Vivid fireworks in the world.

There's also a...

The man in a silver-gray silk shirt shimmered in the neon lights outside, like a turbulent lake in the moonlight, the light and shadow were fragmented and shining.

His sitting posture was quite restrained, as if the space he was in was cramped and cramped, but it was obviously very spacious.

His head kept twisting, he should be looking out the window, Jiang Yu couldn't see his expression clearly, he only vaguely saw a general outline, and he seemed to be very handsome.

Such a cold and noble temperament looks out of place in this not too bright bus.

He simply stood out from the crowd of other passengers who were slumped, tired and giggling.

It's him again.

Or him.

On the last train a few nights before, he had sat in the same position.

The same position, even the same silver-gray silk shirt.

The yellow railroad railing in front of you has been turned on, and the red light has jumped to a green light.

She came back to her senses and stepped on the gas.