(Girls' Literature)

Zou Jialiang looked at me fixedly. There was a thoughtful silence for a few seconds. He took a deep breath and nodded. "Okay. Then you go slower on the road......" he said as he slowly pulled the car over the side of the road. I opened the door and stepped out of the car. "Goodbye, Mr. Zou."

I'm near noon. But it wasn't very strong in the sunlight and waved his hand softly. Just as I was about to turn my head. Zou Jialiang slowly opened the window. "Yaya......" his lips quirmed. The syllables that have come out of the throat. It was hard but couldn't squeeze out his lips. Zou Jialiang's bones are in the state of the throat. It's the first time I've seen it.

"Yes. Mr. Zou, do you have anything else? "I think he must have something left unfinished. Just standing there waiting for him to speak. Zou Jialiang was stuck. That's all too rare. What the hell was he trying to say?

The sun is just right. There was a slight breeze just now. It's like it's working with us. The winds are still. But Zou Jialiang has been stuck a little longer this time. It shouldn't be.

A bus was already slowly coming towards us from the far side of the road. Mr. Zou. Do you even say it? If you don't say it again. Then I'm leaving. Leave it to yourself to slowly get stuck here. I looked at the car. Zou Jialiang also followed my gaze and saw the car slowly approaching.

"Mr. Zou. The bus is coming...... "I gestured to the bus that was getting closer and closer to us. Zou Jialiang can be regarded as opening the golden mouth at this time. "Oh. All right. You go first. I nodded. A faint sense of loss appeared on Zou Jialiang's face.

"Goodbye, Mr. Zou." Walked briskly to the bus stop. This is the starting point of the bus. The platform was empty. There was no one. By the time I got in the car and sat in my seat. Looking back, Zou Jialiang's Bentley sedan was still standing quietly in that place.

I gently rested my head against the window. In my heart, I didn't spit out the words that came out of his mouth just now. Full of reverie. What the hell was he trying to say? At this time. My phone vibrated inside my bag. Odd. Who's going to call at this time?

I opened it and took a look. "Yaya. I don't want to attach other conditions from the outside world to you. Think for yourself ... Zou Jialiang". What strange information. I look left and right. Look up and down. Still can't see it. What exactly does this mean. This message is clearly in words. But I just can't figure it out. What exactly does it mean to "think independently"? It was as if a layer of transparent gauze had been placed on top of this sentence.

I looked back at Zou Jialiang's car, which was alone in the station over there. I stuffed my phone in my bag. Today is the weekend. This trip is also in a relatively remote area. So I sat in the car for a long time. Or on my own. I subconsciously turned my head away. The back seat of the car was empty. There was no one. The shadow of Li Yunxiang that had just popped up in his mind suddenly shattered.

So many days. I fell for him. Follow every day. Every ride. I realized that I had already formed terrible habits. It's a really hard habit to break. It's like a parasite that has been lurking in you for a long time. When you suddenly find out. to understand. Maybe you'll be with it for the rest of your life.

It turned out that I was born in front of Li Yunxiang and had no resistance. I looked at the empty seats at the back of the carriage and suddenly felt the urge to cry. That's a second or two. Tears can't stop trying to flow out of their eyes. What's going on.

I wiped my eyes. Secretly scolding himself for not being productive. I haven't seen him for a long time. You can't help it. Maybe that's what people look like. Some people can't say it's good there. But I just can't forget it. It's like Li Yunxiang. He's the one person I've never escaped in my life. It's also a dream I can't get out of.

The transit station arrived. Get out of the car. Standing on the transfer platform, waiting for the bus to Xingfu New Village. The car hasn't arrived yet. It's approaching noon again. Compared to the bus driver, he is also eating lunch now. Or maybe it's also sneaking away in a corner. I waited left and right for nearly twenty minutes. Still no bus in sight. I was bored pacing back and forth above the bus stop.

Vehicles are scarce. The flow of people is also sparse. The road is quiet. At this time. A boy limped to the top of the platform. He wears a dirty down jacket and jeans. One hand in a pocket. In one hand he holds a burning cigarette.

The smell of tobacco came to me in the gentle breeze. I frowned in disgust. But what disgusted me even more was the smell of smoke. For this boy. I only have deep sympathy in my heart. Together with the disabled. Because of some differences with ordinary people. It's always going to attract the attention of others. This boy is no exception. The others waiting on the platform all cast stares at him.

His gait faltered. Very slowly. Wait until he gets closer and closer. I could see his face clearly. No way. How did you meet him again. Is the world really that small.

It's just a few days since I saw how he could be like this now. I saw his locks of hair hanging down on his head like sunburned leeks. And his dirty face. A scruffy beard on his face. The discharge from the corners of the eyes is also thickened. My God. How did you do this? The previous Yushu was in the wind. The previous handsome and clean and tidy too.

It was a little difficult for him to get to the top of the steps of the platform. Because of the staggering of the right leg. His whole body was when he walked up this staircase. I also accidentally stumbled a little. My whole body almost fell on this step. Fortunately, he stabilized his figure all of a sudden.

My heart tightened. I almost stepped forward to help him. He sat down on the bench above the platform. Continue smoking. The smell of smoke was so thick that he couldn't open his eyes. The people around him avoided it. Covered his mouth and nose. She frowned and glared at him.

But the guy still didn't feel the slightest bit of the eyes of the passengers around him. Still smoking cigarettes as I go. His other hand was pulled out of his pocket. I pulled the hat of the down jacket on my head. Lower the head.

To talk about the last time it happened in that abandoned warehouse. It's all caused by the person in front of you. and the 100,000 yuan that Zou Jialiang paid him in advance. It stands to reason. I should step forward now and force him to pay off the 100,000 yuan. Just for the 100,000 yuan. I can't hold my head up in front of Zou Jialiang every time.

But now I see him in this state. But I felt a kind of distress for no reason. I can't say why. Maybe it's just because I've known him before. See his current state. There is still some sympathy in my heart.

What the hell happened to his leg? Could it really be that Crystal Crystal tortured him in the warehouse? Or did he have some other accident? If it's really crystal crystal. Then this woman is really vicious. Come to think of it. I shuddered uncontrollably.

This time. His phone rang in his pocket. He threw the still burning smoke in his hand to the ground. Took the phone out of his pocket. Picked it up. "Hey. Grandma. I just got off work. I'm waiting for the bus. Kindness. You received the money. Rest assured. I'm fine in the provincial capital. I'm going to make a good buck. I'll bring you here and enjoy it. Don't worry about me. Take good care of yourself. ”

He hung up the phone. I saw people standing around him. Hear something like that. Some are whispering. Some were covering their mouths and laughing secretly. I don't know if Xu Hu can hear this voice. All I could see was the hat on his head pulled down again. Suddenly, my heart ached again.

This time. The bus was just too late. I withdrew my gaze from Xu Hu's body. He still sat there quietly and did not move. It doesn't look like he's waiting for this bus. I walked up to the bus. I found a seat and sat down. I looked out the window again. Xu Hu still sat quietly on the bench on the platform. I sighed. I kind of regret why I didn't say a word to him just now. Although something like that happened between him and the boss. Even I was implicated. But just heard a phone call between him and his grandmother. I think maybe his people aren't as bad as I thought.

The bus starts. I looked at Xu Hu sitting on the platform. He's getting farther and farther away from me. I even threw apples at him on the bus for the sake of my previous actions. I want to apologize for him. Did he really encounter something. There really is something unspeakable. I bit my lip. Turned his head away.

What the hell is going on in this world. Can anyone tell me what's true. What is fake. I don't know how the boss will react when he sees Xu Hu like this now. It's schadenfreude that he's down now. Or help him.

The platform is getting farther and farther away from me. Xu Hu, who was sitting there, gradually disappeared from my eyes. I turned my head. The pain in my heart is getting worse and worse. Why didn't I just walk up and say hello to him? Even when he was walking up the steps. I didn't reach out to pull him.

These are things that are meant to be a matter of effort. Why wouldn't I do it? I patted my head. Turned his head to the side. My mind began to be troubled by a question again. When I saw this scene today, should I tell the boss, since everything is reasonably arranged by God. Then God arranged for me to meet Xu Hu at this time today. What makes sense?