The girl on bus No. 236

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From childhood to adulthood, my experiences seem quite extraordinary. I once had a wish…
Today, riding my scooter past the Taipower Building, which I hadn't seen in a long time, many things suddenly came to mind. I remember in my second year of high school, every day after school at four o'clock I would go to Gongguan for tutoring. At nine-thirty, as soon as class ended, I would race with a bunch of classmates to the Taipower Building to catch the Xinxin Bus "Taipei Station-236-National Chengchi University" bus home. Most of the people waiting for the bus there were the same ones. I remember one girl the most because she rode the same bus as me, and our stops were only three stops apart. I realized! She looked just like Hong Xiaolei! No! She looked exactly like her!!
"236 is here!" "236 is here!" My classmates shouted, the same old scooter! The same crowded conditions!
I was calculating in my mind, how long until my eighteenth birthday? (Because I wanted to ride a scooter!) At this moment, my classmates kept pushing my hand and whispered to me, "Look ahead!" I looked ahead…
Ah! The girl I'd been watching was being sexually harassed by an old pervert!
I saw him holding onto the handrail with one hand and his limp penis pressing against her buttocks with the other. How did I know it was harassment? Because the girl kept turning around and glaring at him, and as she walked away, he followed, harassing her all the while. My immediate reaction was, "Help her!" Of course, I didn't dare do anything to him, so I walked between them and back. I saw him quickly withdraw his penis and act like nothing had happened. As I walked back, the girl quickly followed me, holding onto my hand tightly. I thought maybe what happened earlier scared her!
But…
while chatting with my classmate, I suddenly realized she hadn't said "thank you." Huh! I was getting off at one stop! Even after I got off, she still hadn't said thank you. Sigh! Good deeds never get rewarded. This is the most disheartening experience I've ever had helping someone in my life.
I was so angry! How could a girl be so rude? The next day at school, all the teachers and classmates knew about it, so I got a nickname: "Guardian Angel of 236." That
same evening, at the same time, at the bus stop, I saw that girl again. I told myself that if she encountered that kind of situation again, I would never help her again, not even with a thank you!
Then she saw me and walked towards me. I thought she was going to thank me, but no, she just stood quietly next to me. My classmate told me she was watching me, so I deliberately ignored her and walked away. After a while, she came back. I kept walking away, and she would come back every now and then. The strange thing was that she wouldn't say thank you for what I did that day!
This situation continued for three years: the same time, the same place, the same bus, the same people. The only difference was that I graduated and got into a private two-year college in Taipei. I still ignored that girl; the only difference was that I didn't care whether she said thank you or not. And she still stood next to me, the only difference was that I had changed from a student uniform to an office suit!
One
night… on the same route, on the bus, I was standing in the back again. I saw that persistent old pervert. The girl seemed to recognize me too, so she moved even closer to me. I thought to myself, if that persistent old pervert harasses her again…
Huh! That lecherous old man really did it. Since he was sitting and the girl was standing next to him, he tightly gripped the girl's hand that was holding the armrest of the chair. I pretended not to see it. At the same time, the beast's other hand wasn't idle either; it was touching the girl's thigh and kept trying to slip it under her skirt, but the girl pushed it away each time. The girl got anxious and kept looking at me, but I still pretended not to see it because I didn't want to help such an impolite girl. The people around seemed hesitant to help. I saw a boy coughing repeatedly, as if to tell the beast to watch himself, but it was no use!
The people around seemed blind, but the girl kept looking at me, pleading for help. Perhaps because she was closest to me, she finally broke down in tears, though she didn't make a sound. I hate seeing girls cry. That's when I realized how serious things were. I quickly slapped the old pervert's hand away. The sound was loud, and everyone on the bus turned to look. Seeing this, the old bastard said in a hoarse voice, "Driver! Get off!" After he got off, I looked at the girl's face—goodness, so many tears! I offered her a tissue, but she pushed it away and took a piece of paper from her bag. It read: "
I've always wanted to tell you 'Thank you so much!' But I know I can't say it… Please forgive me! Because… I'm mute…" Suddenly, I felt like I had done something wrong! My stop arrived, and I wasn't planning to get off. The girl pulled me and pointed outside, indicating that my stop was here. I told her, "I'll take you home." We got off at the terminal, and I held her hand all the way home. I walked home; it was only four or five kilometers, but it felt like a very, very long way. On the way, I kept thinking about what I'd always wanted to hear and what she'd always wanted to say. It took over three years for everything to come true. Over three years—that's a long sentence! That day, I also told myself that no one could bully her anymore!
This is our fourth year together, and now she's my girlfriend. I ride my tri-crown motorcycle to take her to and from work every day. In a few days, it will be our first Valentine's Day, which is also her birthday. I have a plan in mind!
But I feel it's not enough! I'll give her a ring and sign in sign language, "I want to be your guardian angel for life." Because I'm no longer the guardian angel of 236! I want to protect her! Cherish her! I want to be her guardian angel because she is a gift from God!
I once had a wish, and now my wish has come true… Sometimes, feelings aren't something you see to believe, but rather you believe to see. Think about it, if we're always so petty, calculating about what we give, constantly waiting for something in return, and giving up on an angelic heart when that's not possible, a lot of good fortune will surely slip through our fingers.

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