Passenger

Sitting on the bench at the bus stop, I stared blankly at the buses carrying passengers heading to every corner of the city. But I seem to have nowhere to go this night. The last No. 32 Bus stopped at the bus stop. I woke up suddenly and then panicked. He ran up there repeatedly and threw in coins, so he finally had an identity and was called a passenger. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.