The warmth of a bus in winter

The winter solstice had arrived, and the weather was getting colder and colder. The wind blowing against one's face was already chilling.
The air was cold, but Wang Ningbo's heart was warm, so warm that he had to fan himself vigorously with his hands, but his overcoat kept him wrapped up tightly.
It was late at night, and the moisture in the air condensed into dew. Along the asphalt roads, damp with dew, a hazy light shone dimly, like the moon on a cloudy night. Compared to the daytime, the streets were much quieter. Occasionally, a car would drive by with its headlights on, cautiously shattering the stillness of the night.
Countless people stood waiting at the bus stop, their faces silently and anxiously turned towards the depths of the road, hoping their long-delayed bus would finally appear. Their expressions were a mixture of anxiety and helplessness; the thought of returning home at this moment was so warm and comforting. Occasionally, a couple would embrace, weaving discreetly through the pedestrians, hurrying along the dark sidewalk towards their homes or hotels, seemingly unable to tolerate even the slightest delay.
Wang Ningbo stood in the crowd for a while, then suddenly decided to go ahead before the bus arrived. Standing there like an idiot was really pointless; maybe seeing so many people when the bus came would be more appealing. It wouldn't stop at all, but would just whiz past the crowd; he'd seen this kind of thing many times before.
Wang Ningbo had been waiting for the bus here for a month now. The reason he came here every day was because one of his men said they'd spotted Hu Wei on this bus a while ago, and Hu Wei preferred to operate at night. The robbery of the Changsha Commercial Bank was originally an operation that he and Dou Yanji had planned for a long time, but they hadn't carried it out yet. Unexpectedly, Hu Wei, in order to raise ransom for Yang Fan, had stolen their idea and carried it out ahead of time with Wang Zhou. After the robbery, the two guys disappeared without a trace.
He wouldn't pursue the matter of plagiarizing his idea, but he should also get a share of the millions he robbed, for the sake of national and intellectual property protection. So Wang Ningbo decided to go find Hu Wei and Wang Zhou.
Actually, a year ago, the police had already reported the details of the robbery, saying that the suspect accidentally fell off a cliff while holding hostages to threaten the police. According to the video footage released by the police, the suspect was Wang Zhou, and it was estimated that he had no chance of survival after falling off the cliff. However, the police did not provide any evidence that the suspect was dead. So Wang Ningbo went to the cliff where Wang Zhou and Chanji fell and found a lake at the bottom of the cliff. He ordered his men to search the lake thoroughly, but they did not find any trace of Wang Zhou and Chanji. Therefore, he had a feeling that they must still be alive.
Sure enough, he learned that a farmer had rescued a man and a girl from a lake. The girl had a gunshot wound on her thigh, confirming that it was Wang Zhou and Ding Chanji, the hostage Wang Zhou had been using. Unfortunately, the farmer could only tell Wang Ningbo that they had already left, and he didn't know their exact address.
Wang Ningbo returned disappointed, but unexpectedly, a turning point soon appeared. Some time ago, a henchman reported that he had spotted Hu Wei on this bus late at night, but forgot to keep an eye on him. So Wang Ningbo decided to stake out the area himself, believing that Hu Wei would appear again.
Enough with the idle chatter. Lost in his thoughts, Wang Ningbo almost missed his bus. Just as the bus was about to start moving, he suddenly remembered something and waved frantically. Perhaps the driver recognized the young man, because he stopped the bus.
Although Wang Ningbo was drenched in sweat and out of breath, he was still relieved that he had managed to squeeze onto the bus. Standing in front of the door, he breathed heavily and gave the passengers a self-deprecating smile, as if he were a terrorist who had blown up the World Trade Center.
The crowdedness of the car was obvious; there was practically no space between people. Wang Ningbo leaned against the car door, tightened his trench coat, and straightened his collar, completely ignoring the strange looks from the other passengers: everyone was so hot and stuffy inside the car that they wanted to take off their clothes, yet he was calmly turning up his trench coat collar. Was the liquid on his face dew instead of sweat?
Of course not. The reason Wang Ningbo tightened his trench coat was to prevent others from seeing the submachine gun under it. In his mind, Hu Wei was a dangerous person trying to steal his property, and one pistol wouldn't be enough to deal with such a dangerous person.
The bus was moving slowly, and the passengers standing inside began to sway from side to side, jostling and pushing each other in a chaotic mess. To avoid letting others see the hard gun under his trench coat, Wang Ningbo had no choice but to hunch over, gripping the handrails tightly with both hands and bracing his legs against the floor to prevent himself from collapsing.
Perhaps Wang Ningbo's body was bent too far, making people uncomfortable or misunderstand that he was a male prostitute, because a woman with a large bottom behind him suddenly thrust her buttocks against Wang Ningbo's buttocks, and Wang Ningbo's body was violently thrown against the car door.
Strangely, Wang Ningbo felt no pain at all after being bounced against the car door; it felt soft and unusually comfortable, like his chest had been bumped onto a foam pillow. Wang Ningbo's hand slowly reached towards the car door, and when he touched it, he was startled. He quickly turned around and discovered that a young woman had appeared behind him, clutching her chest with a particularly unpleasant expression. She seemed to be both avoiding Wang Ningbo's touch and rubbing her chest, which had been injured by the pistol on her lower back.
"Your...it's so hard down there!" the young woman said, pointing to Wang Ningbo's waist.
The entire car erupted in laughter, filled with lewdness.
Wang Ningbo smiled too, subconsciously adjusting his trench coat before taking a closer look: this girl was quite pretty, with a delicate face and radiantly white skin. Even up close, apart from a prominent beauty mark above her lips, she had no blemishes whatsoever. Judging from her face, Wang Ningbo knew this kind of woman was very fortunate, enjoying both the finest delicacies and the most passionate yet gentle kisses—a true woman who could have both food and sex. This was a blessing men could only dream of, though it might be slightly less pronounced in a woman, but not by much.
It seemed this young woman had just boarded the train and hadn't even had a chance to get into the carriage when Wang Ningbo's sudden, forceful collision caught her off guard. The young woman clutched her chest tightly, her breasts appearing unusually large—perhaps twice the size of her waist—from the force of Wang Ningbo's thrust, whether they were naturally large or swollen from the impact. Beneath her thin cotton bra, they seemed ready to burst forth, brimming with desire. Seeing Wang Ningbo turn around, the aunt quickly raised her head and stared at him intently, as if to say, "You bumped my chest so badly, what are you going to do about it?"
Wang Ningbo turned around, reached out and grabbed the aunt's hand, seemingly wanting to check if her chest was badly injured. He pulled her hand away from her chest, then quickly let go, only then remembering that this was a private and confidential area, and no unauthorized personnel should be allowed to look at it. He quickly said, "Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, did I hurt you?"
The woman didn't say anything, but simply changed her angry look into a pair of gentle eyes like a lamb. Women truly are the most fickle creatures in the world; it only takes them a few seconds to turn from a tiger into a lamb, even shorter than the time it takes for a Ferrari to go from 0 meters per hour to 100 meters per hour.
"Get on, get on, don't block the door, get on, get on!" The ticket seller, ignoring what had just happened, shouted loudly at Wang Ningbo and the pretty young woman. It was the peak time for them to get off work late at night, their golden business period. They all wanted to carry as many passengers as possible and earn more money. Whether the bus could accommodate everyone or whether the passengers were comfortable was no longer their concern.
"Let's get on!" the girl suggested, pulling Wang Ningbo's hand and leading him into the carriage. With the beautiful woman as his motivation, Wang Ningbo suddenly felt full of energy, like Popeye after eating spinach, completely changing his previous listless and unsteady state. No wonder philosophers say that if there were no women in the world, all men would become cars without gasoline. Actually, that philosopher is too conservative. How can women be compared to gasoline? Women are practically dynamite, high-explosive dynamite. Shh—men, listen up! Don't touch the fuse of this dynamite, or you won't even know how you've been torn to pieces.
Wang Ningbo glanced at the girl, smiled, and deliberately pulled his hand away from hers. He took a deep breath and, like a ignited dynamite, suddenly stepped into the crowd in the carriage, pushing forward with all his might. People reacted in a chain reaction, taking a step forward. The fortress formed by the crowd shrunk forward as if it had encountered a violent ball, and a small gap appeared in front of Wang Ningbo. Like a victorious bullfighter, Wang Ningbo waved to the girl, who smiled and walked towards him.
The aunt boarded the train, and the crowd, like a recovering stock market, began to rebound. The power of the masses is immense and limitless, especially the power of unity. After the rebound, the crowd surged like a tide from all directions into the small area between Wang Ningbo and his aunt, catching them completely off guard. The aunt's body had no choice but to press tightly against Wang Ningbo's chest. Even through her thick overcoat, Wang Ningbo could feel the beating of her breasts. The aunt's breasts were no ordinary breasts; with each breath, Wang Ningbo had to rise and fall. He even wondered if the aunt had placed two blankets on her chest and a blower underneath.
Good heavens! Wang Ningbo suddenly remembered the submachine gun under his trench coat. Looking at his aunt's face, she seemed to know his secret too. What should he do? Wang Ningbo was getting anxious. What if his aunt screamed? The police in Changsha were practically walking on top of public buses!
Without thinking twice, Wang Ningbo suddenly wrapped his arms around his aunt's waist and pulled her body sharply towards him.
His aunt shifted slightly, letting out a strange, unexpected groan, and arched her back. She probably wanted to adjust herself to be more comfortable; she moved her legs and arms, then leaned against Wang Ningbo and remained motionless.
Wang Ningbo was startled by his aunt's action. He hadn't expected her to lean so close to his chest. One of her arms was around his waist, and the other was on his chest. This time, he could not only feel her breasts beating, but he could also feel her every movement, feel her hot breath, and feel a sweet sensation. Her abdomen and thighs were pressed tightly against his body, as if they were completely one.
Wang Ningbo truly hoped that this wonderful contact would continue forever.
The bus stopped again, and five or six people got off. The bus suddenly felt much more spacious, and the girl was no longer too embarrassed to lean on Wang Ningbo's chest. There was naturally space between them, and Wang Ningbo felt a great sense of loss. His mind gradually cleared up.
Who knew that at this moment, more than ten people suddenly squeezed onto the bus from below. In an instant, the girl returned to her previous position, but this time she was more relaxed and gentle. She raised her face and pressed her head tightly against Wang Ningbo's neck, even straightening his slightly drooping submachine gun. Strands of soft hair brushed against his neck. Wang Ningbo felt himself being drawn in by the itching sensation. He felt his head burning. The aunt's body fragrance, mixed with the faint scent of her cosmetics, wafted into his nostrils, making him somewhat lose control.
His other hand involuntarily moved to the aunt's waist, gently. The aunt seemed to sense this, giving a token twist before settling down. Wang Ningbo's hand became even more audacious, softly caressing the aunt's waist and slowly advancing towards her buttocks.
The girl's buttocks were quite sexy, smooth as balls. Wang Ningbo gently caressed them, rubbing them incessantly. At first, the girl resisted, swaying as if to show her resistance, but slowly she became docile.
Wang Ningbo could feel the smoothness of the girl's skin beneath her skirt. He silently enjoyed the sensation, appreciating the youth of this young girl, and silently prayed that this inappropriate enjoyment could continue forever, that the car would keep going, and that these people would never get off. Wang Ningbo completely forgot the purpose of his trip; he had completely forgotten about the word "beard."
Just as Wang Ningbo's hands were roaming over the aunt's plump buttocks, his mind filled with fantasies, and he was enjoying the burning desire with his eyes closed, the aunt's head suddenly left his chest. Wang Ningbo seemed to have lost his support for a moment, and suddenly felt a sense of emptiness.
Wang Ningbo opened his eyes, intending to pull his aunt's head back into his arms, when he heard her almost pleading, weary voice: "Let's get out of the car, I really can't take it anymore!"
Wang Ningbo reluctantly removed his hand from his aunt's plump, pink buttocks, much like an American soldier reluctant to leave Iraq. However, while he was reluctant to leave his aunt's warm and alluring territory, he was also secretly blaming himself: What's wrong with me? I promised to come looking for Hu Wei, but I haven't seen a trace of him. It'll just mean I was messing around with another woman in the car. How embarrassing would it be if my men found out! He glanced nervously around, thankfully seeing no one he knew. Wang Ningbo quickly pulled his trench coat hood back up, like a Russian spy, and then peered at his aunt.
But before she could look away, his gaze was fixed on her, forcing him to avert his eyes like a rabbit caught off guard. His aunt seemed to read his mind and quickly added, "Shall we get off?"
"Get off?" Wang Ningbo looked at his aunt, his expression puzzled and questioning.
"Yes, I can't stand it in the car anymore," his aunt shook her head, indicating her discomfort.
"Is the car too crowded?" Wang Ningbo felt he was being a bit too nosy; wasn't it obvious?
But the girl shook her head, pointed at Wang Ningbo's hand, glanced back to make sure no one was watching, and quickly whispered, "I can't stand your hands touching me like that. Let's get off and find a more comfortable place."
Wow, what was this girl implying? But he didn't know this girl. What had she just said? Get off the car? Was she blatantly inviting him? In the past, Wang Ningbo would have already carried the woman off the bus and rushed to the nearest hotel to enjoy himself. But now he hesitated; after all, he was fishing for a big fish.
Seeing his lack of reaction, the woman raised her almond-shaped eyes, stared at Wang Ningbo, and said angrily, "Hey, did you hear me?"
"Oh, oh, oh! I heard you." Wang Ningbo was startled and quickly pretended to be a well-behaved, obedient man, nodding and saying, "Okay, okay, I'll get off at the next stop." But secretly, he was thinking, "I'll see how things go before trying to win her over. Women are a natural source of trouble; you just touched her, your fingerprints are still on her butt!" You need to know when to stop and avoid causing trouble. These days, women aren't afraid of trouble; in fact, they often hope to make things bigger. Wang Ningbo isn't afraid of trouble, but he's worried about ending up at the police station—he has a gun
, after all. Seeing that Wang Ningbo agreed, the woman's tense brows relaxed, and she looked delighted. Ignoring the crowded bus, she gave Wang Ningbo a smack on the cheek with a cherry, then grabbed his arm and said, "Then let's move towards the exit door now, otherwise it'll be too late to squeeze out after the bus stops."
Wang Ningbo didn't know what to say. If he refused, he'd lose face, and if the girl started causing a scene on the bus, saying things like, "You heartless bastard, you have a woman outside and don't come home," or something even more extreme like, "He has a gun," countless people would surely gang up on him. And if the police came, how would he escape? Right now, he had to put on a good show to convince people, and Wang Ningbo realized that this girl wouldn't give up until he got off the bus with her.
“Alright, I’ll go first, you follow me closely,” Wang Ningbo said, stretching his shoulders and grabbing the handrail on the bus. He struggled to separate himself from the people around him, shouting as he pushed his way out, “Excuse me, excuse me, please make way, please make way, we’re getting off.”
The girl happily clung tightly to his clothes, following him as he moved out. Whether it was out of sympathy for the couple or for some other reason, people quickly made way for them. They soon reached the back door, and just then, the bus arrived at the stop. They got off hand in hand.
As soon as the other passengers got off the bus, they hurried off to their respective destinations, but the two of them stood under the bus stop sign, looking at each other blankly.

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