Chapter 12 Strange Passengers on the Shuttle

It's the second semester of freshman year. originally thought that the single-plank bridge that passed the college entrance examination would be open to the sea and the sky, but ...... What kind of mood it is, Taiyang can't tell. Anyway, college was so different from what he had imagined.

Bite!

"Hey!"

"Ayi, Ayi, Ayi, Ayi~"

"Hey, talk!"

"Ayi, Ayi, Ayi, Ayi~"

"Who are you?"

"Ayi, Ayi, Ayi, Ayi~"

"Hello?"

……

It was an inexplicable phone call he received one evening.

……

Taeyang looked at the people who closed the door. Nothing out of the ordinary was noticed. He suddenly felt tired. The dreams I had on the train tonight were too weird. This dream combines what has actually happened with the dream.

He couldn't tell which was a dream and which was a memory.

He didn't even dare to make up his mind whether he was dreaming or waking up now.

……

While waiting for the bus at the bus station, Taeyang fell asleep again. It's so sleepy, even if I'm scared, I can't bear the fatigue of my body.

He began to dream again. The dream is confused, and the picture is messy. It looks terrible.

I couldn't find a single thought. But there was always a voice, I don't know where it was, very abstract – no teacher had ever taught him that sound could be described in abstract terms – kept reminding him not to go home.

Don't go home?

Don't go back?

Don't go home?

……

I can only feel the general meaning, and the language can't describe such an abstract thing at all.

"Attention passengers, bound for ......"

Taeyang suddenly opened his eyes, and he had forgotten all the things in his dream. Pull out your phone and look at the time, twelve o'clock. There are still 50 minutes to go home.

Well, what kind of song is this, so good? I don't think I've heard of it. Taiyang turned on QQ Music, it was an unfamiliar song, and it should have been downloaded before going to the train station yesterday.

It's pretty good. Add ❤ it!

I don't know if the beautiful melody has a hypnotic function, and Taeyang fell asleep on the chair in the waiting room again.

If Taeyang was awake, he must have been surprised. Because the song keeps looping in singles. Although he has a habit of looping songs that he likes very much, he is sure that he has never set a single loop.

When I opened my eyes again, I was already in the car. The scenery outside the car window has changed from the various artificial colors of the city's high-rise buildings to the natural emerald green. I don't know which naughty child opened the window, and the good smell of the air came, and Taeyang became very sober.

He saw that the man sitting next to him was still groggily asleep. The middle-aged woman, who was talking a lot to the driver at the beginning, also looked out the window quietly.

Went home.

Taiyang is sure.

The bus he was on was the only one in the entire village. Usually the people who take this shuttle bus are from the village.

Although the people in the village can't say that they all know each other, the people in the same village will always feel very familiar. But in the car, he saw a very unfamiliar face.

I can't say why, but I just have a strange feeling.

It seemed that he noticed that Taeyang was looking at him, and the man also glanced at Taeyang. But after one look, he turned his gaze back to the original direction. It doesn't seem to care too much about Taeyang's attention. But Taeyang still kept staring at the man.

He always thought the man was strange.

However, this feeling was quickly washed away by the familiar scenery in front of me and the joy of returning home.

Home, just ahead.