Every time the bus here arrives at the stop, it will stay for about 5 to 10 seconds.
If the driver sees no one waiting at the platform from a distance in advance, he will use the microphone to ask the passengers if they need to get off. If not, he will just drive away without stopping.
Not even 5 seconds will be wasted.
This is one of the quick and convenient components of the city.
This was the case at this stop, and the driver had already asked. But at this time, I found someone on the platform.
His body is like that of a young man, but his posture is that of an old man.
I couldn't believe my eyes when I recognized him.
His eyes were almost pitch black, his hair was withered, the ends were tangled and had a strange color. The eye sockets are sunken, and the pale face is almost gray.
Like a dying old man.
"Does anyone want to get off the bus?" The driver asked again.
No one answered.
I opened my mouth, but nothing came out.
The bus started moving slowly.
He let out a silent gasp, but there was nothing I could do.
He reached out and waved to me.
It's like saying goodbye to me forever.
Although I knew that it must be the last time we met in this life, I didn't even give him 5 seconds to say goodbye.
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