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Chapter 7 The bus name is "Route 80", and the heart-warming driver helps grandparents

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    Chapter 7 "The bus name is "Route 80", and the warm-hearted driver helps grandparents and grandchildren"

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    ? For a foreigner like me who first came to Baoji to work, in addition to the commuter shuttle bus dispatched by the company is an essential tool to go home, the bus and high-speed rail in Baoji City are also an important way for me to return home.

    Among them, bus No. 80 is one of the bus lines leading to "Baoji South Station". I took it once not long ago.  But in the car, I actually witnessed a thing with mixed feelings

    It was a sunny and breezy Saturday. Like the hot summer all over the country, the tumbling heat wave in Baoji City was naturally not far behind.

    The golden halo has faded away from the warmth and serenity of the early morning dew, and becomes more aggressive under the majestic formation of the scorching sun in the afternoon.

    But in order to catch up with the high-speed train back to Xi'an, I had no choice but to move forward quickly under the blue sky and clear clouds under the scorching sun.

    As soon as I was looking forward to the 80th bus that came late, I immediately sat heavily in a relatively shady position as if I was receiving an amnesty.

    Through the nearly transparent window glass, I can vaguely see many pedestrians like me sweating profusely on the road and looking hurried This situation makes me feel a strange sense of pride and happiness.

    When I was drowsy in the car and my eyes were slightly squinted, I could only feel that the car seemed to be parked at a certain stop sign.

    Suddenly, an extremely ear-piercing sound that sounded like a devil's cry made me, who was half asleep, shiver quickly.  I hurriedly sat up straight, and found that many passengers in the car were as surprised as I was.

    Waiting for our gazes to coincidentally converge on the sudden source of the sound——

    I saw another shrill and sharp sound piercing through the place where the front door was already opened. I couldn't help but frowned, feeling displeased. Thinking that the voice sounded like a child, I became even more dissatisfied.

    But I have to admit that children nowadays often like to yell in public, and many parents don't take it seriously.

    Huh, as expected, the person who came - is really a child!

    The car door that had been open for a long time was gradually invaded by the roiling heat wave outside the car, and the heat that permeated into the cool car made the "waiting for a long time" passengers even more impatient.

    When people's complaining eyes fell on the old lady who came up first one after another, we were all a little stunned.

    Could it be Could it be that the uncomfortable voice just now was made by this old woman?  !

    Just when we were still caught in our own thinking and speculation, the strange and mournful sound like a jackdaw pierced our already fragile eardrums again.

    I angrily cast a look full of disgust and disgust at the source of the sound, and condemned strongly in my heart: "This child is really annoying!"

    Before I could unreservedly glance at the old woman who was implicated by the "bear child" with eyes full of disgust, I accidentally discovered that there were tears in the old man's chaotic eyes?  !

    Maybe Maybe it's my illusion?  After all, I wear glasses, after all, I am far away from her, after all After all, I am just a passerby, a passerby who is temporarily driving with her.

    But that indescribable flash of light made my originally irritable heart cool down as if a stream of clear spring had been poured on it.

    I gradually left the line of passengers who were secretly blaming the grandma, and inadvertently turned my probing gaze to the driver who had been silent all the time.

    I saw that his expression was complicated, revealing a faint pity and pity in the helpless faint breath.

    The answer will be revealed in the next second——

    A boy about ten years old was tearing and screaming, while using his shambling legs to struggle step by step up the ladder that was relatively tall for him.

    His grandmother had closed her eyes when she faced him, and she was standing at the front door of the car, holding the boy's restless little hand tightly, and whispered softly: "Hey, don't be afraid, come up quickly."  .”

    "Ah————" The child uttered a few more long sounds like a frightened bird, but under the gentle gesture of the old man, he struggled up the steps like a wounded little animal.

    When he finally faced all the passengers, he suddenly stood in front of the old man, like protecting his own toy.  His eyes were piercing, and his hoarse throat uttered a few sounds similar to hissing, but with a bit of defense and fear.

    "Hey, don't shout, grandma is fine." The old man apologized and pulled the child to sit on the ground away from the passengers. She smiled to the people around her and hugged her tightly.son.

    But the child seemed dissatisfied with the old man's correction. He first stared at the surroundings with strange eyes, and anyone who collided with the eyes was burned by the strange light in his eyes.  Everyone avoided it one after another, including me!

    But when I quickly turned my head to the empty road with only dead trees and heavy shadows left out of an escape mentality, I started to blame myself and start to repent

    "Ah—ah——" Fortunately, the child's sharp voice brought me back to reality again, and the passengers also let go of the hostility and fear just now.

    While maintaining the self-esteem of the grandparents and grandchildren, they secretly embraced them with an atmosphere of caring and understanding.

    "Mom, he's really noisy." A little girl sitting on the "love seat" pointed at the child and whispered to the mother standing beside her.

    "Shh, don't talk nonsense." The girl's mother said softly.  As soon as the words fell, she quietly cast her loving eyes on the child who was being fed by the old man.

    "Ah—ah——" the child pointed to the pancake in the old man's hand after making these few noises, and said vaguely: "Grandma——ah—ah——"

    "Hey, grandma is not hungry, you can eat." The old man smiled and stretched out a piece of torn pancake to the child's pale lips.

    "Ah—ah——" the child shook his head violently.  He roughly grabbed the pancake with one hand, and stretched it awkwardly to the cracked mouth of the old man with the other.

    "Okay, okay, grandma eats, grandma eats" The old man cheerfully took a small bite of the food that his grandson personally fed her. After swallowing it completely, a few bright flowers bloomed on her old face, which made her feel astonished.  The flowers, trees, clouds, and sky outside the car window are all eclipsed.

    "Ah—ah——" The child seemed very happy about this, and he continued to bark his teeth and yell, expressing his inner joy and pride in his own unique way.

    This journey was extremely noisy, but no one made any other unfriendly gestures.  There is only silence, only silence, only the intermittent screams of children and the whistling of vehicles one after another

    The process of getting out of the car is basically the same as getting in the car, but there are less cold eyebrows, less trouble, and less bossy orders. There are only gentle smiles, only understanding and sympathy, and only prayers and hopes.

    When a passenger helped the handicapped child get off the bus out of good intentions, the old man who had already landed politely stopped him and said, "Thank you, my grandson can do it."  Passengers finally chose to understand and encourage.

    Perhaps inspired and inspired, the child got out of the car slowly by his own strength after making the most normal noises.  When he landed, he said happily: "Ah—ah—"

    My eyes got wet involuntarily.

    In the shallow mist with unknown vision, the various scenes in front of me were blurred by the light of tears. I couldn't tell who I was crying for at this time?  I can't see the reactions of other people.

    "Hey, such a child is really a burden to the family." A middle-aged man sitting behind me frowned and said softly.

    But no one on the bus was willing to continue this painful topic. When the axle of the No. 80 bus rolled forward as usual, there was only silence and silence on the bus.  Even the little girl from just now lowered her eyes and looked complicated, as if she was thinking

    I didn't say a word, just stared at the seat where the grandparents and grandchildren used to sit. It was still as clean as ever, just like their faded but clean clothes.  Suddenly, the eyes became more sour and sad.

    Burden?

    It's true.

    I dare not say to save the common people, but I hope that the whole world will be a family, just like just like this No. 80 bus today.  I hope that the good people will have a safe life and be free from disease and disaster. I hope that their family can tide over the difficulties and the weather will be fine after the rain!

    ? August 16, 2019 (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com
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