After Returning to the City: the Whole City Is Not Right.

That day I slept on the last bus and passed the stop. When I woke up, I was the only one left in the carriage with a strange driver. Outside the car is not a deserted suburb, but an old bus terminal that is both familiar and unfamiliar. The street lights are on, the convenience store is still open, and the community security booth is also on. Everything is as normal as usual. But I soon discovered that normality itself was starting to feel wrong. Xiaoxue, the clerk at the convenience store door, had clearly said she was feeling unwell and wanted to go home early, but she still stood there with a standard smile. Someone called her name in the store, but she didn't explain. She just looked at me slowly and asked me if I wanted to go in and buy something hot. The city is still functioning. Some people go to work as usual, some people go home as usual, some people greet you as usual, and some people smile at you as usual. But they remembered the little things they shouldn't have remembered wrong, said things they shouldn't have known, appeared in places they shouldn't have appeared, and continued to live their lives as if nothing had happened. I don't know who can be trusted anymore. People who behave abnormally may not necessarily have a problem. People who act normal may not really be normal. The city lights are still on late at night. And I just got off the bus.