Indeed, I have not seen many handsome and handsome men in my two lives, ordinary and vulgar men can be seen everywhere, but compared with the ugly man in front of me, they are all trivial, and it can even be said that the ugly people I have seen, both men and women, are not as ugly as they are.

He sat in the same seat that had made me think about it, and he was sitting right next to me. I stared at his face for almost a minute, until he turned his head and I realized that I had lost my temper.

I don't know how to describe the ugliness of his face, his complexion is black and white, his muscles are twisted, uneven, and it seems to be crusted, but it is not a scab, but fortunately, his facial features are still clear. If I look at my face, I think I can save the eggs and convenience food in my bag.

Almost the entire carriage was looking at him, with horror or disdain in their eyes. The handsome guy next to him had an arrogant smug look on his face, and it seemed that he was suddenly a thousand times more beautiful against the backdrop of others' ugliness. But the ugly "dinosaur" looked quite serene, so to speak, to the point of seeing nothing in front of everyone, he pulled out a book from his suitcase, put it on the luggage rack, and then calmly sat in his seat and flipped through the books.

Also, with such an ugly and hateful face, how can you live if you can't ignore the gaze of others looking at you? I secretly admired him for his calmness and calmness in my heart. I don't think his face was born so ugly, although I haven't seen the appearance of a person who was disfigured by fire, but I have an inexplicable feeling that he was disfigured by fire. So what was he like before he was disfigured, and how did the fire burn him...... Forget it, why do you think so much, and it's none of my business, I put my heart back into my book.

I got on the train at the departure station, and then the people who got on the train at one stop after another had standing tickets and stood in the aisles. At the beginning, I felt that I only had money to buy a hard seat, which was the most bitter, but now it seems that there are people who are more miserable than myself, and I suddenly feel very happy.

Look at the "dinosaur" opposite me, he is still reading intently, for so long, I am tired of reading, he can still read, what book? I craned my neck to read the words in his book, and found that I didn't know any of them, neither Chinese nor English, and he knew other languages? I have a little more respect for him.

At nine o'clock in the evening, another group of people came up, and the aisle, which had already stood with many people, became even more crowded. It's all crowded like this, and the attendants are still pushing the cart around to sell things. Every time the food truck passed by, there was a lot of commotion. In order to let the dining car pass, the people in the aisle crowded and squeezed, and a woman who was holding a child less than a week ago was about to be squeezed into the air, I don't know whether she was squeezed or hungry, and the child in her arms cried loudly. When a woman wants to breastfeed her child, she may be standing for too long and too tired, and she can't get it right, and the child cries even harder.

In the face of the child's crying, the people in the car cast helpless or numb eyes.

I have the heart to give up my seat to her, the result of giving up my seat on the car is that I have to stand to the destination, I don't know what the result of giving up my seat on the train will be, think about how many hours I am still from the destination, I have to stand at the terminal...... I protested in fear of the pain in my legs, and I put aside my conscience and turned my head away from looking at the mother and son, but the child's cries became more and more harsh.

The "dinosaur" across from me was finally disturbed by the child's crying, he put down the book, looked up at the woman, then stood up and said, "That sister-in-law, come and sit." ”

His voice was hoarse and harsh, and it was the first thing he said when he got into the car, and the people in the car didn't seem to understand what he was saying, and still looked at him like a dinosaur. He did not mind and politely repeated again: "That sister-in-law, you can take the child and sit here." If you don't look at his face, just this demeanor, temperament and tone, everyone will have no doubt that this is a nobleman.

The woman finally understood what he had said, and with some gratitude and some worry, she carried the child through the crowd and sat down across from me, forgetting to say thank you to him. Stuff it into your child's mouth, and your child will swallow it and stop crying.

I blushed a little inside, it seems that I am still a small, vulgar and selfish little person.

He still had the same calm expression that didn't mind anything, and stood next to me and stared out the window, as if thinking about something. I don't know what he's thinking, but I'd love to know.

I have been a human being in two lives, and I have met too many dirty people, such as the lascivious principal who uses power for personal gain, the pig who eats fat in vain in the public procuratorate and law, and the colleagues who are scheming with each other for a little profit...... And it was the first time I saw a person like him who ignored worldly prejudices and could tolerate the world with his kind nature, and he shocked me.

Maybe it's because my respect for him has risen to another level. At this time, I began to pay attention to his figure, his figure is actually quite good, about 1.75 meters, inverted triangle, broad shoulders, wearing a black shirt tied around the waist, medium height, straight and crisp but not withered, very strong, giving people a feeling of not having a little excess fat.

More than an hour later, the car stopped at another stop, some got off the bus, some got on, and people carried their luggage back and forth. An old man coughed while walking with his luggage, and when he came to us, he couldn't help it, and spit out a mouthful of phlegm, and that phlegm fell on the trousers of the "dinosaur" impartially. The old man either didn't find out, or he was afraid of making trouble for him, so he continued to carry his luggage.

The "dinosaur", of course, found that his trousers were spitting, and he did not speak, but took out a handkerchief from his trouser pocket to wipe the phlegm off, and at the same time he did not notice that he took out a handkerchief and dropped it on the ground. It was time to get on and off the bus, and the people were very messy, and the others didn't pay attention. I reached out and picked it up and saw that it was a bottle of sunscreen, and it was said that the skin that had been burned by the fire was the most afraid of the sun, and it seemed that he carried it with him.

I reached out my other hand and tugged at his shirt, and he turned his head to look at me in confusion. I handed the sunscreen to me and said, "You've dropped something." ”

He reached out and took something and said thank you, and I saw that his gaze was deep and pure, and I saw that his hands were also burned with scars, could it be that his whole body was burned like that? A picture of cruelty came to my mind. Should he still be very young, just like this for the rest of his life? I guessed in my mind his age, twenty-five? Twenty-eight? Or thirty? When was he burned like this? Just? Or was it very young?

In the midst of my cranky speculation, I gradually fell asleep. When I woke up, he was gone, and I looked up at the luggage rack and there was no one with him. The night was quiet, and most people were asleep, only the sound of the train whirring outside the window could be heard. I suddenly felt very melancholy, will I ever see him again? In the vast sea of people, the accident on the train passed by, but I always couldn't help but think of him in my heart, he was the first good person I met when I went out for the first time, I knew that he was a very strong person, or I could say tenacious.

He must have gotten out of the car, and I poked a guy standing next to him who wasn't asleep and asked, "What was that stop?" ”

"Nanjing, you haven't sat on the station, have you?" He asked as he saw me anxious.

"Nope." I smiled.

Nanjing, in the past, gave me the impression that the Japanese devils in the history books were the tragic massacre in Nanjing, but now I have another impression that she is a place where a strong and noble man gets off the bus. So, is his home in Nanjing?

The train took me eastward in the direction of Haidu.