There are two things that have passed for many years, but they have been swirling in my mind, making me worried and suppressing my mood. Now that I talk about it, my depressed mood will definitely be much better.
The bus drove lazily from the direction of the city and lazily opened the door. As I stepped on the pedal to get into the car, an unpleasant smell of gasoline hit me. I felt dizzy and suppressed the rising stomach acid without vomiting it out. I think I must have looked ugly at that time, because everyone in the car looked at me expressionlessly. The seats are already full. The conductor's seat was also occupied by a woman holding a child, and there was even a person sitting on the engine cover. It was a young man in his twenties. His face was looking back, towards all the passengers in the car.
The minibus drove forward smoothly on the highway. At a three-way intersection with no traffic lights, the driver had already turned left. The speed of the car was very slow and almost stopped. On the sidewalk in front, a man in his thirties was riding an old bicycle that was shaking to the point of falling apart. The bicycle was loaded with a cart full of vegetables, like a huge camel, and even the handle of the faucet could not be supported firmly. I clearly saw that he had glanced at the minibus, and somehow he bumped into it. His face hit the windshield of the minibus hard, and nosebleeds immediately flowed out like rainwater flowing down the edge of the house. The windshield was immediately shattered, and a piece of debris bounced onto my left shoulder.
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