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Bus Romance

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**************** ... They all work in factories, working very hard all day. Perhaps out of their eagerness for their son to succeed, they often watch me leave before they start washing up, eating, and rushing off on their bicycles... Afraid of accidents on the way to school, I started taking the bus to and from school that wasn't too far from home that school year. Since I started morning classes, I left home almost half an hour later than before, which meant I was caught in the rush hour for commuters, often squeezed like a pancake when boarding. Anyone who's a "bus commuter" knows that when you're at the bus stop at the same time every day, you'll always see some familiar faces. And sociable people will chat casually with their "bus friends" while waiting for the bus. That's when I started noticing her, because she was a very sociable person, and she spoke very loudly, laughing as if no one else was around. I felt a strong aversion to people like her, perhaps due to the student-like reserve and reserve typical of that age. I always thought women like her were either "gossipy" or "uncultured"... But as time went on, I found myself inexplicably starting to like her. It wasn't romantic love, but rather a strange feeling of unease, like I'd forgotten something, when she didn't come to catch the bus for some reason. I also began to like her loud voice and laughter, thinking how wonderful it would be if everyone in the world were as cheerful as her! After this secret desire to get closer to her began to grow, I would often deliberately walk up to her, pretending to look for the bus. Once, while I was secretly observing her, I noticed her shoelaces were untied. I really wanted to use this opportunity to say something to her, but just as I hesitated and stammered in a voice softer than a mosquito's buzz, "Auntie..." someone else beside me blurted out, "Teacher Zhou, your shoelaces are untied!" That's when I learned her surname was Zhou and that she was a teacher. Later, from a few other people's "private conversations," I learned that she used to be a ballet instructor in a dance troupe. Due to a car accident that injured her back, she had to give up ballet and instead taught ballroom dancing to senior citizens at a university for the elderly. The days she didn't come to the bus were when she was attending store opening shows or similar events with her dance students. One day, the school took our graduating class for a physical exam. Because of the blood test, we rushed to the hospital early in the morning on an empty stomach. As soon as I got off the bus, I looked up and saw a familiar figure among the people queuing at the registration desk. Looking closer… it was Teacher Zhou! On the way there, I had been secretly regretting not hearing her tell jokes about those elderly dance students, but I never expected to see her at the hospital. Our noisy group of students attracted everyone's attention in the waiting room as soon as we entered. But Teacher Zhou seemed to be enthusiastically talking to the people in front of her, not looking in our direction. I felt a pang of regret, because I had even prepared myself to greet her with an air of knowing her yet not knowing her at the same time. Just then, the person she was talking to noticed us, stopped speaking, and turned to look at us over her shoulder. Teacher Zhou also turned around, and for a fleeting moment, my eyes met hers! I stared blankly at her. She seemed startled, then smiled and nodded, as if greeting me, before turning back to her conversation. My heart raced: had she really seen me? Then the teacher told us to line up quickly. My view was obscured by the moving heads in front of me, but I vaguely saw Teacher Zhou turn back to look at me again. And me? For some reason, my heart was pounding incredibly hard. Even during the electrocardiogram, the doctor said, "This child, I told you to relax, why didn't you understand!"

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