At the intersection of the road leading to the fourth group of Xiaoyang Village, there is a wild poplar, this tree is not tall or straight, it grows crookedly, like a sick person wheezing for breath.

If you get closer, you'll find a large oval hole in its relatively thick trunk, which has been plucked by the sharp beak of a woodpecker.

At the intersection next to this tree, there is a woman in her forties standing there all year round.

The woman is not tall, hunched, and wears very thin clothes all year round, but only a pair of shining eyes, whether in the hot summer or the cold winter, will not fade in the slightest due to the change of environment.

For a period of time, I had to take a bus to work in the county, and in the early morning of this day, the northwest wind blew like a knife, and it was freezing last night, and when I went out in the morning, the exposed skin hurt like a pinprick.

Because it was still early, there was only an elderly couple and a young couple on the bus, except for the driver and conductor.

I got in the car and found a place by the window, warmed a small hole in the frost in the window with my hand, and looked out at the world with my fingers.

At this time, the earth was silvery white, a piece of clean, between the heaven and the earth was covered with jade, and it was a bright color, but the temperature of the sun seemed to have been cooled by ice and snow, and it couldn't get hot.

The passenger car drove forward slowly, like an old cow, unable to pull its legs, panting, and making a "clang" sound, making the passenger car feel like a train.

The bus turned a corner, and still at the same intersection, I saw the woman again, standing on the white snow at the intersection.

The big poplar tree beside her was covered with frost and snow on its branches at this time, and it was full of gray and abrupt tree hanging, and with the cold wind, it swayed and swayed its dry body, and it seemed that it could break at any time.

This was especially true of the tree, not to mention the people, the woman was wearing only a thin coat, and her thin body stood trembling and looking pitiful.

When the car got closer, I saw that the hair on her sideburns was covered with hoarfrost, her face was covered with a layer of ice ballast, her trembling lips were also blue from the cold, and the hot air sprayed out of her mouth and nostrils condensed into layers of frost flowers, hanging on her eyebrows and eyelashes.

The driver of the bus was a man in his forties, and when he saw the woman standing on the side of the road and waving, she scolded and pushed the gear knob hard, and stepped on the accelerator violently. The wheels rubbed against the asphalt and made a screeching noise.

I looked behind me through the window and saw that the woman had chased two steps and then retreated.

She muttered, I don't know what she said, but she did give people a miserable and pitiful feeling, and I felt pity and sympathy for her.

I wondered in my heart, this bus driver is usually two miles of people, can wait for three or five minutes, what is the matter today, hurriedly greeted: "Master, that person just now seems to be in the car." ”

An uncle behind him laughed and said, "Young man, that's a fool." ”

The driver took over and said angrily: "It was too dark to come back last night, and I almost fucking killed her when I passed the hell place just now." ”

The eldest lady sitting next to the uncle sighed and said: "This woman has a bad life, her husband is good at playing with money, and he finally pulled his son up, and when the child went to school, he was abducted in another place." After that, she had a mental problem, and when she looked at the car, she would wave and ask if her son was there. ”

The young man and woman snuggled up to each other, sharing a pair of earplugs, nodding and humming to the music in their ears.

The conductor was a thin woman in her thirties, with pointed cheekbones and a narrow nose, she picked up a tissue, rubbed it on the shiny leather boots with elegant movements, and then raised her hand and threw it into the trash can, wrapped her hands in the sleeves of her cotton jacket and said: "This old lady is not sharp, and her son is also with her roots, otherwise how can she be abducted? ”

The uncle lit a cigarette, took two puffs, and his voice was a little hoarse: "The eldest sister wants me to say, who can stop ordinary people when they see her on the road? ”

The conductor thought so, and suddenly shouted: "Oh, hurry up and snuff out the cigarette, we don't smoke on the bus." ”

I leaned back in my hard seat, looking out the window at the telephone poles moving backwards, listening to them tease the woman.

In my career, I have always tried to do my best, just to board the bus to success, although I am weak and thinly dressed, but I still run behind with my mouth wide open, and the people in the car see me waving desperately, and they all look at me like fools......

Although I was deeply touched at the time, as the bus reached the end of the line, the hectic life gradually made me forget about her.

Once I drove a friend home, and next to the poplar tree, I saw the figure of the woman again.

When the woman saw me driving over, she waved at me. This time, she was unkempt and dirty, as if she had fallen somewhere not long ago.

I turned right, pulled the car close to the side of the road, pressed the window, and let the cold wind pour into the car, and the white air flew out as if it were running away.

The woman staggered past me, two dark and chapped hands on the frame of my car, the blood scabs on the two wrists were frozen with the mud and sand, and she asked in an eager tone, "Have you seen, have you seen my Xiaoyu?"

I smiled and said, "Auntie, I'm sorry, I didn't see it." ”

The woman let out an "oh", her face was full of disappointment, and she seemed to be much older at once, she hung her head, turned around and limped back to the poplar tree.

My friend in the passenger seat put his chin in the collar and asked me, "This woman looks like a madman, what are you doing with her?"

Looking at the woman's hair flying in the air and her lonely back, I closed the window, hung the gear lever in D gear, and continued to drive ahead, telling the woman's story to my friends on the way.

When my friend heard this, he was silent.

I laughed at myself: "It is said that 'things gather by like, and people gather by groups.'" Maybe I'm too much of a failure in my life to feel sympathy for her, and am I a fool in the eyes of others?'

My friend stopped me and said seriously, "No, you are very kind. ”

Yes, although my pen is full of flowers and imagination, in real life, I have no spells and no martial arts, just an ordinary person living at the grassroots level. In this life, it is difficult to seek royal power and wealth, but I hope that the world will be safe and peaceful, and there will be no more chaos.

One day when I came home from work, I passed by that familiar intersection and saw her lying on the front window of a black Mercedes Benz saying something, I slowed down the car, and the deep voice of the man driving clearly came into my ears: "I'm sorry, I haven't seen it." ”

There is a saying that "people are warm and cold, but the world is hot and cold." The earth has changed, and in a few years or centuries, will even the proverb change and become this phrase "human affection is warm, the world is hot"?

In my car, the next familiar music sounded leisurely, and the soothing prelude came into my ears, I tilted my head and smiled indifferently in the rearview mirror: "Tomorrow, hello." ”