June 25th, heavy rain.

Donghu City, Chaopan District, Langxiang Street.

In a slightly dilapidated bus station, Zhang Xian, a company employee who returned from get off work late, was waiting for the No. 28 bus to the DC area.

Recently, he has been working overtime and often cannot leave the company until after nine o'clock in the evening.

At this time, the only way to take him home was to drive the night line No. 28 overnight.

Route 28 is a particularly old bus.

Although it was driven on a remote suburban route, such an old model is still very rare in the city.

It's like an endangered rare animal, but this kind of rare animal is really not beautiful enough or lovable enough.

If I have to do something, it would be a more accurate metaphor.

It's probably like a dying old man from the country talking about his dull and regretful past.

It seems both pitiful and deplorable.

Yes, old things and past events.

These two words always go very well together.

As for Zhang Xian, he actually has quite a connection with this No. 28 bus.

He has been riding this car for more than ten years.

From the time I entered junior high school until now.

He never left the city.

Similarly, there is no route 28.

Even the car models have not changed, and urban planning seems to have forgotten this ancient and remote area.

As a result, things here have not changed in more than ten years.

Hmm, but that's not right.

Bus No. 28 has actually been completely replaced.

Zhang Xian, a company employee who was sitting next to the bus stop and silently reminiscing about the past, suddenly thought about it.

When exactly was it replaced?

That was probably when he was in high school.

To put it into detail, it was already ten years ago.

At that time, people's travel was not as convenient as it is now, especially in places like Chaopan District, which were not townships or towns.

There is only one bus No. 28. Although the driving thread is much shorter than today.

But if you miss it, you still have to wait fifty minutes in front of the platform.

I still remember that it was a summer afternoon.

He came home from school but missed the bus.

I thought it was just ordinary bad luck, but it wasn't that big of a deal.

As long as you write your homework or read a book at the platform for a while, the bus will come.

However, after waiting for more than two hours, the car never appeared again.

He still vividly remembers the sweltering heat of that summer and the sound of the flapping wings of mosquitoes.

In the end, there was really no other way. Zhang Xian could only make a call from a nearby phone booth and ask his father to pick him up on an electric bike.

As for why I didn't just walk home, it was because the road was too dark and too far at that time.

At the same time, it was also because of this incident that he chose to live on campus directly after his freshman year of high school.

As for the bus that day, why it never came.

Zhang Xian later heard that it was because a murder had occurred in the car.

Three people died, and the car crashed.

It fell into the East Lake and was not fished out for four or five days.

Later, the No. 28 bus was replaced with a new one.

We even got an extra car.

The two cars drove alternately, shortening the waiting time to about twenty minutes, making it much more convenient for Zhang Xian to go home during the holiday.

It's not all bad, it's just a pity that old car...

In the corner of the back seat, there should still be some ignorant graffiti from my childhood.

If we could see you again now.

Perhaps, it can also bring back many memories of the green years.

Thinking about it like this.

There was a bit of a smile on Zhang Xian's lips.

The car arrived with an old exhaust sound.

The company employees returned to reality mentally, stepped into the car, and prepared to go home.

In a daze, he suddenly felt something was wrong.

But all of a sudden, I couldn't tell what was wrong.

Until he walked to the back seat of the car and sat down as usual.

There, he suddenly saw a bunch of messy graffiti.

…

"So, why don't you buy a backpack?"

Inside the bus heading to Donghu City, young Bai Jie sat in a corner with no one around.

Jiang Sheng, on the other hand, was lying on his forehead, wagging his tail and complaining in an inaudible voice.

It is because of such a look that they are the focus of the crowd's attention along the way.

Even at this moment, Black Cat can still feel it.

Several people were looking at themselves secretly.

There's no way around it, after all, it's really rare to see a cat that will sit on a person calmly.

Vaguely, it even heard that a certain naughty child had begun to pester his mother about getting a cat.

Don't cause trouble to the adults outside.

Little devil!

Jiang Sheng stretched out his paw in dissatisfaction and slapped Bai Jie's sunglasses with his palm.

However, Bai Jie just held the mirror frame with his hands and answered with a smile.

"Well, how should I put it, I like the feeling of furry things lying on my head?"

Pets are not allowed on the bus.

However, the management of private stations is not as strict as that of airports. Passengers returning home often carry country chickens as luggage.

So Bai Jie just begged for mercy, and the staff looked at his "special situation" and softly let him and Jiang Sheng get into the car.

As for what reason Bai Jie used?

But this is the cat I have raised since childhood.

This is what the boy who was stopped at the time said.

He even took off his sunglasses, and with those beautiful facial features that surprised Jiang Sheng, he begged to the elder sister in charge of the security check with a face full of pain.

Because of my illness, I only have him as my friend, and I really don’t want to be separated from him.

Please, just let me take it.

It is very well-behaved, and I will take good care of it so that it will not affect other passengers.

Then, under Jiang Sheng's blank gaze, the confused lady put Bai Jie into the station.

Are you kidding me? That's the principle of your work.

Or is it that a little boy with creamy white hair and pink eyes is so lethal to women?

"You like furry things, right? How about I catch a caterpillar and throw it into your clothes."

The black cat, who was completely disfigured by jealousy, grinded his teeth in a rare move.

"Haha, okay, okay."

He reached out and picked up the black cat from above his head, then gently placed it in his arms.
To be continued...