The Bus
The buses run on schedule, tireless, while people rushing to and fro have no time to look at the scenery outside the windows. It seems that in some unknown next second, they'll pour all their emotions into this city, then stare at their phone screens as they light up from time to time, with no idea where those feelings come from or where they go, repeating the cycle.
The fast pace of life has already left these ** young people gasping for breath. They can voice their dissatisfaction loudly and vent their feelings, as if this isn't the life they wanted all along. Pretending everything is fine over phone calls and behind screens, missing their lovers across mountains and rivers, chatting excitedly with two or three friends, or using games to unwind after a hard day's work: the bus listens silently to it all, at the same time, in the same place, on the same route.
What's the bus done wrong? It only does its job on time, yet still can't keep up with the fast pace of life. Curses, slander, even damage: the bus says nothing. It says nothing, only working hard to pick these people up and drop them off.
Again and again, it picks people up and watches them leave, hurrying through every corner of the city. Over time, the damage to its body recorded an...
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
