The sky was shrouded in cloudy gas, and behind the chaotic white sun there was a murderous motive, and the heavy silver-gray cirrocumulus clouds pressed the sky very low, and the reason why the sky was so hot was that the sun was too close to the ground; The sun before the heavy rain is the hottest, and if you are not careful, you will be melted and evaporated by its roasting.

Meaning: The cool breeze came in from the dog hole under the south wall of the station, the rolled up popsicle wrappers danced with the cool breeze, the sun had been overwhelmed by the black clouds, the dark sky may have been extremely painful by the purgatory of the August sun, it must have poured out all its grief and indignation when it complained to the heavenly court, the tears of grief and indignation must be out of control, and the tears of the sky have fallen to moisten all the things in the world that are connected with its fate.

The ensuing wind rattled the glass doors and chain locks of the idle waiting hall, the corners of the broken eaves on the left side of the driver's simple color-steel lounge were blown wildly, and the crumbling electric fan in the room now seemed so redundant and insignificant.

The pouring rain that was about to come intensified the abuse and blame of the waiting passengers, and they were mercilessly criticizing the hard-hearted driver and the conductor who had no one in his eyes for why they didn't open the door. The intensifying blame and abuse seemed to have had an effect, the conductor came to open the door, I don't know whether it was because of the passengers' blame or worried that the heavy rain would create rain-soaked trouble in the distance from the driver's lounge to the bus, maybe it was worried that the heavy rain would drench the originally passionate passengers into soup and then scatter the birds and beasts and affect the business, or maybe it was for his nameless vanity not to be extinguished by the heavy rain, the conductor finally came to open the door. "Line up, or you won't open the door." The conductor yelled at the crowded passengers. Most of the crowded passengers were dissatisfied with the roar, but at this critical moment everyone was silent, the crowd was perfunctory according to the conductor's meaning, the crowd opened the door as soon as the flood unloaded the gate unscrupulously rushed to the door, the body was squeezed by the crowd to swing left and right, the first to occupy the seat, before throwing the bag to occupy the seat of course also got their wish, the passenger who got the seat leaned back his neck and closed his eyes and exhaled, a relieved feeling like he was behind the enemy, and some scolded himself with a few swear words, Use a self-practicing way to express the pressure that you are proud to release in your heart. The child who was squeezed into the car by the adults cried for his father and called his mother, but he didn't grab the seat after all, and the depressed parents gave a few slaps to vent their personal anger.

Wang En and He Yun were all squeezed into the car by the crowd, and the square inch of the car door was the foothold of five or six adults, "Damn, this is too terrifying!" It's more intense than the Spring Festival squeezing the green train," He Yun sighed. "Don't speak, I'll squeeze my mouth out for a while," Wang En replied in the crack. A young girl sitting in the seat was amused by Wang En's words and laughed. At this time, the warm reminder posted on the car "give up seats to the old, weak, sick, disabled, pregnant and young" is somewhat useless, pregnant women certainly do not dare to participate in this way of riding, other social values in this highly competitive situation seem a little worthless, people can find reasons for themselves to ignore some social rules.

The heavy rain was coming, the car was already stuffed, and the driver who was covered with horizontal meat rushed into the cab a minute before the heavy rain came, and the driver came out of the lounge wearing a dark red coat soaked in sweat and legs, and the sudden sound of the engine made a strong protest against the overload. The rain poured over the world outside the car in an instant, and the heat inside the car quickly condensed into a fog on each of the oxidized, cracked, translucent window panes, and the fog obscured the outside world. The driver wiped the fog from the windshield with a rag of no color that was too much to tell was covered in oil, and he was no stranger to this habitual movement, which seemed a little slow and commonplace. He whispered softly, and the passenger sitting on the hood helped him wipe the other half of the windshield that his hands couldn't reach.

The smell of sweat, feet, and gasoline in the car were mixed together to form a pungent smell of rancidity, and the smell of milk mixed with the child's body had long been completely covered by these pungent smells. "Huh! Buy the ticket, hand over the money from behind, don't think about fishing in troubled waters, fooling around" The female conductor struggled to let her screeching sound through the strong rain outside the carriage. Wang En consciously reached out to touch the money in his trouser pocket, this originally very simple action is not easy to complete in such an environment, he made a lot of effort and then handed the money to the conductor next to him, and said, "Two people, go to Maiping." He Yun said, "Mine, you also bought it?" Wang En responded to He Yun's question from his nose.

The body was staggering in the heavy rain, and the people in the car except for those sitting in the front row did not know where they were at this moment, and the conductor tried his best to stuff a few passengers who stopped the car on the side of the road, and the people standing complained about the inexhaustible greed of the conductor and muttered a few words by the way. Wang En thought that he was still driving a car with Shen Bing in the morning, flirting with the cool air conditioner and enjoying the scenery outside the window, which would have suffered such ruthless abuse, and the blow of life to people came too suddenly.

Halfway through the car, the rain gradually subsided, and some passengers also fell one after another, Wang En and He Yun picked the vacant seat and sat down, Wang En pushed open a trace of the window, and the fresh air floated into the carriage with raindrops and hit the face, and the nasal cavity was instantly saved. He pushed the window to the distance where he could see the distant mountains in the rain, and among the mountains in the distance, the clouds accompanied by the afterglow of the sunset with affection outlined a beautiful artistic conception of the landscape splashing ink painting, and several pairs of swifts soared playfully in the heavy rain, embellishing the soul of the picture. The nearby telephone poles and poplar trees that constantly sweep past the car and disappear backwards are like the frames of a movie, playing the freehand landscape paintings in the distance, and the raindrops that fall diagonally are like snowflakes flashing from the picture tube of the screen.

"I finally have to sit, it's so fucking comfortable, the first class cabin on the plane is not as cool as it is now, I'm tired to death......" He Yun's sigh interrupted Wang En's sentimental thoughts.

Wang En turned his eyes to look at He Yun, and He Yun leaned back his head and neck with his eyes closed to concentrate, a picture of the satisfaction of regaining hope after being in danger. Wang En smiled bitterly and turned his head to look out the window.

"Hurry up and close the window, the rain will come in and wet the seats," the conductor yelled at Wang En in front of him.

"Is there room for your broken car?" Wang En thought to himself, but still closed the window according to the conductor's instructions, leaving a gap that could pour in the cool breeze.