Encountering a pretty girl on the bus (Part 1)

If you believe it, it's a true story, a record of my life during that period; if you don't, it's just a story, nothing more.

My full name on my household registration is Wang Tianlai, and I've already squandered twenty-eight years of my life. I live in the beautiful city of Harbin, what our company boss calls a "Harbin drifter." Indeed, it's been several years since graduation, and I'm still renting a small, inconspicuous room. In such a big city, I don't have a home of my own. What else can I call myself but a drifter?

You might have heard my name but not remember where I am. Well, let me tell you, don't even think about it. I share a name with a character in a TV series by Xiao Shenyang—no, I should say his character shares my name, because I definitely used it before him. I'm a bit an idiot for him; he's ruined my reputation. But I should also thank him; he's made me a little more famous than before. Although some people associate my name with effeminate men, I still want to borrow one of his words: "He's a real man." Haha...

The weather in June is really damn good. I've squandered another lazy weekend. Time to go back to work. Watching the time tick by on my beloved **818 model phone, I can't stay in bed any longer. I got up, grabbed a quick bite, and headed out, hopping on my personal chauffeur: bus number 11. (Don't get me wrong, not the two-way bus number 11, but the real Harbin bus number 11, the one I take to and from work, hence my personal chauffeur.) I found a window seat, since I board at the first stop, I usually have a seat. And I get off at Harbin Station, which is also the final stop, so, well, a personal chauffeur is a personal chauffeur. As usual, I sat down and closed my eyes to drift off to sleep.

I didn't even notice how many stops had passed. It felt like there were so many people today, they'd even pushed my sleep away. I opened my eyes to see if there were any elderly people or children. If there were, I'd give them my seat; they'd come all this way to ride my personal chauffeur. I wanted to fulfill my duty as a host. Looking around, I didn't see any elderly people or children, but I did see a cute little girl standing next to me. She had a Taoist-style haircut, with her bangs neatly cut above her eyebrows. She had big, bright eyes, lightly made up, giving her an otherworldly, pure, and ethereal feel—very pretty and adorable. Just to clarify, I'm not a big fan of sluts, but I still like to look at pretty girls, hehe. So, I started paying attention to her.

City buses can be described in a few words: crowded, sudden stops, dangerous, traffic jams, and of course, sluts. Today, all of these were there. I saw that cute girl swaying in the bus; it was obvious she wasn't very stable. Then I saw a sleazy guy behind me with his hand down there, constantly trying to reach forward. Seeing this, to paraphrase a line from a Pan Changjiang skit: "I really wanted to punch him, but I was afraid I couldn't." Thinking about it, I decided to do what I could. I stood up and said to the cute girl, "Sit here, you seem a bit unsteady." After I finished speaking, I glanced behind her.

The cute girl was taken aback at first, but when she saw me look back, she immediately understood what I meant. Her face flushed, she said thank you, and sat down in my seat.

After she sat down, I didn't know what to do. I looked at her, and she looked at me too. Why did I feel so awkward? My face was getting hot. I thought about it and realized I was afraid other passengers would think I was a slut, giving up my seat to a pretty girl to please her. Actually, that wasn't it. I wanted to explain, but then I realized it was all in my head. Who could I explain to? Oh well, let them think what they want. I can't care anymore. I...I...I'd better stand by the door for a while and get away from the scene so they won't see my guilty conscience.

After many more stops, the cute girl walked to the door to get off. I saw her looking around, probably looking for me, so I kept watching her. Finally, our eyes met. The cute girl smiled slightly, her lips twitched, and she probably said something. I smiled back. The bus stopped, and she got off.

I watched her disappear from the bus until I snapped out of my daze. I guess I did a good deed, haha. I felt great, especially since I helped a lovely girl. I can't even describe how happy I was! So happy!

Thinking about it, maybe we should be considered acquainted now. I wonder if I'll see her again tomorrow? I'm getting more and more excited for tomorrow.

The day passed uneventfully, another busy day. I did manage to squeeze in some time to think about my lovely girl (I'm shameless, she's mine now, hehe). I didn't see her on the bus home that night, a little disappointed. Empty.

The next day I got up early, did a little dressing up—don't get me wrong, not like Xiao Shenyang, just picked out some nice clothes, shiny shoes, and did a good job combing my hair. It was my usual work time. I got on the bus, this time choosing a seat near the door so I could see everyone getting on. After three stops, the scene that appeared before me made me excited (don't overthink it, not the motorbike). You might ask why? Needless to say, I saw her! I saw

that cute girl waiting to get on the bus! How could I not be excited? As she got closer, I pretended we'd known each other for a long time, waved, and called out, "Come on, sit here." My purpose was to avoid letting the other passengers realize we didn't actually know each other.

She saw me wave, her face slightly flushed, seemingly a little embarrassed, but she still squeezed over and sat in the seat I offered, saying thank you.

I couldn't think of anything to say for a moment, just stood there awkwardly. Seeing my expression, she also hesitated, and I couldn't help but hate myself. Could it be that I couldn't say anything in front of such a cute girl? Didn't all my friends say I was very talkative? Where did that talent go? Stupid.

So, I said, "Are you going to work?" (What a silly question, who would take the bus this early if they weren't working? Ugh!)

"Yes, are you too?" she replied gently.

I was about to answer her when my beloved 818 (a type of electronic phone speaker) started playing inappropriately, "Why can't I learn to bow to reality? Why are you always so worried about me, like a child? Opening the window to face a broken sky, it's your tenderness and your sincerity that stop the pain..." Zheng Zhihua's "The Tailor" was my ringtone. As I pressed the answer button, my eyes swept across the girl's face, only to see utter surprise.

"Hello... Ah, okay... okay... Bye-bye... It's a colleague from work, telling me he'll be late and asking me to tell the manager."

I put the 818 in my pocket and looked up at the girl. Her face had returned to normal, smiling at me, as if we'd known each other for years. I smiled back and said, "A colleague asked me to help him get a day off." The

girl ignored what I said and smiled, saying, "Zheng Zhihua's 'The Tailor,' right?"

This time, the surprise was on my face. I stood there stunned for about three seconds before asking, "How did you know?"

What a pointless question! After asking that, I felt incredibly stupid. She must have heard of him before, otherwise how could she have guessed so accurately? I quickly added, "You've heard of him occasionally, haven't you?" (Feeling like I'd guessed right, so happy...) "

Do you really like Zheng Zhihua?" She ignored my question and continued asking. "

Me? It's alright. His lyrics are beautiful and touching," I replied. (Suddenly, I felt uneasy. Was she a fan of Zheng Zhihua like me?)

"Yes, many of his lyrics are beautiful, like poems. I like them too, haha." She smiled after saying that, looking out the window as if lost in thought.

Oh dear! I felt increasingly that my seemingly divinely correct answer was incredibly stupid.

I should have realized she was a loyal fan of Zheng Zhihua, just like me, because people who haven't heard of or know Zheng Zhihua wouldn't even know the name of that song. Thinking about this made me incredibly happy. In this vast sea of people, it's rare enough to coincidentally meet a fan like this, let alone such a lovely and beautiful young woman. It's even rarer! I'm absolutely thrilled, my heart is practically bursting with joy…

But I still find it hard to believe that such a young and beautiful girl like you knows a singer who has been retired for so many years. I asked her curiously. "

Once, I saw an old magazine with some introductions, including lyrics for several of his songs, one of which was 'Tell Me.' It had lines like, 'Always before your smile, I discover the lie of truth; always after your tears, I discover happiness is far away.' It's so philosophical! I instantly loved it, and then I started searching everywhere for his songs to listen to, so I knew your ringtone was 'The Tailor.'" she turned around and said. "

Oh, I see. Those lines are also my favorite."

"Do you know what I was thinking just now?" the girl asked.

"No," I replied, slightly puzzled.

"My name is Li Rujing, what's yours?"

"Me? I...I...my name is Wang Tianlai," I answered slowly. I was slow because I was afraid she'd laugh out loud, so I wanted to give her time to prepare herself, and also prepare myself for being laughed at. To my surprise, the cute girl didn't laugh, but that damn ugly guy next to me started grinning. I glared at him, then looked back at the girl. It seemed she hadn't heard of me, which reassured me a little. Thank goodness, I hadn't embarrassed myself. "

Did Xiao Shenyang play a character named Wang Tianlai?" "You two are the same?" the girl said gently, without changing her expression. "Oh my god

, she knows me after all. But beautiful girls are different, unlike that ugly guy who laughed like that." "Thank goodness, it wasn't embarrassing." "

We only have the same name, everything else is different," I said solemnly. "

I understand, haha. I think you're definitely older than me, so I should call you Brother Tianlai from now on, right?"

"I'm twenty-eight, I should be older than you."

I said a little shyly. "Hehe, see, I guessed right, I'm nineteen. Everyone calls me Jingjing, you can call me that too from now on." Jingjing smiled at me and said. (I changed my name so quickly, I'm calling her Jingjing right away.) "

You're nineteen? It's so nice to be young, but it's a pity I grew up too fast, I'm so sad..." I said, a little surprised and a little sentimental. "

Being young is great, but growing up is great too. I've grown up too, I'm an adult now, hehe." Jingjing laughed after saying that. (Another cute laugh, do you know how deadly that laugh can be? I'm dizzy, I'm captivated by that cute laugh, my heart is struggling, should I escape? I think about it, forget it, I'll just accept being a prisoner.) "

Growing up? You'll know when you're really grown up. There are so many troubles in the world that you don't know about. Then you won't want to grow up anymore, but by then it will be too late, and you'll find that you can't go back to your youth, sigh..." I said meaningfully. (Like a philosopher, striking a cool pose, I wonder if this trick will work?)

Jingjing paused for a moment, then flashed a killer smile and said, "I don't care, there'll be a way to solve it when the time comes. Brother Tianlai, you're so kind, knowing how to take care of children. But... I'm getting off at my stop."

She stood up as she spoke, swaying as she walked towards the exit.

I couldn't think of anything to say for a moment, so I just watched Jingjing walk towards the door.

As the bus stopped, Jingjing turned back and smiled at me, saying, "I'm very happy today, hehe. Bye-bye..." She waved goodbye and got off the bus. I waved and said, "Bye-bye..." Staring blankly at her receding figure, I muttered, "Me too..."

At the company, I felt out of sorts all day. My mind kept wandering, a silent, deadly laugh popping into my head. Just before I was about to leave, my 818 rang again. I pulled it out and saw: Lin Zixin, my best female classmate from university. Our relationship was sometimes like lovers, sometimes like confidantes, sometimes like ordinary friends. Many times, I couldn't even figure out what it was. After thinking for a moment, I pressed the answer button... "

Hello, Zixin, what's up? Missing me again?"

"Yeah, Tianlai, are you free tonight?" (A mature yet lively female voice immediately reached my heart.) "

What, you're not thinking of offering yourself to me tonight, are you?" "Get lost

, you wish! Let's go out for dinner, your treat..."

"That's it?" "No problem, see you at the usual place." "Kiss me,

kiss my foot! See you tonight, bye-bye."

Before I could even utter a sound, Zixin had already hung up.

It was the same old street, the same little shop, the same storefront; the familiar flavors remained unchanged. What had changed was the people coming and going, all hiding their faces…

I only waited about ten minutes before Lin Zixin arrived. She wasn't exceptionally beautiful, but she had a great figure—at least that's what I could tell from her grey work suit. I hadn't tested her figure yet. Her straight, not-too-long hair cascaded over her shoulders, with neat bangs, exuding an air of intellectual sophistication. Actually, she was two years younger than me. We skipped grades because we were good students, or perhaps I was held back because I wasn't, but we went to university in the same year.

I've always believed there are two types of women you can love:

one is the cute type, who needs her boyfriend to take care of everything, forever like a child (like Li Rujing); the other is the mature, intellectual type, with whom you can discuss anything, making life anything but boring (like Lin Zixin). Luckily, both types I love have found their match; I just don't know if they've found me.

"What are you thinking about? You don't even greet a pretty girl." Zixin said with a smile, sitting down opposite me as she spoke. "

I wasn't thinking about anything, just fantasizing about what you look like under your pretty clothes." I said with a lecherous look in my eyes

. "You pervert, I

'll call the police if you're not careful." Zixin said, pretending to be angry. "Go ahead and call. Anyway, you'll have to get me arrested and bail me out. If you're not afraid of the trouble, then

call." "Okay, I'll call, really...

hug me, I'll let you hug me, or I can hug you." I said, standing up and making a hugging motion. "

Good heavens, you're so cheeky now, you have no sense of propriety at all. I don't like you anymore." Zixin said a little resentfully. "

What, you said you don't like me anymore? So you mean you liked me before, right? Does this count as you confessing to me? Should I accept your inappropriate thoughts? Let me think about it... Fine, for the happiness of the masses, I'll suffer a little. Let me win you over first." "

Still cheeky?" "Hurry up and order some food, I'm starving!" "

I already ordered it, it'll be here soon, don't rush, let's talk about our relationship first."

"No, I don't want to talk about relationship issues with you, my relationship is fine." "

That's true, yours is fine, anyway you've already confessed to me, now it's my problem—should I say yes or no?" "

I'm ignoring you." "Hmph...

your expression is cute, I like it, hehe." (Speaking of cute, suddenly thought of Li Rujing, damn thought, ugh) "

Oh my god, a colleague is pursuing me, do you think I should say yes or no?" Zixin asked seriously.

Suddenly, hearing her question, I froze.

For a moment, my expression paused for 5 seconds. I said, word by word: "No, I, can, say, yes." "

Why aren't you being cheeky anymore?" Zixin asked, glaring at me.

"Hey, where do we go after we eat? I'll go shopping with you

, okay?" "I knew you'd change the subject. Who needs you to go with me? I'll go alone."

"No way! I haven't even tasted this swan yet, I have to keep a close eye on it. If someone else gets it, I'll regret it for the rest of my life. "

Zixin smiled, pursing her lips, and said, "I won't let you have it, I'll make you drool, hehe...

Are you trying to murder your husband? What a vicious woman." (The thought vanished; it seems her question was just to scare me.)

I want to be with her because I can say whatever I want, whatever I want. She also wants to be with me because she gets endless happiness from me. Don't overthink it. I mean I can give her endless spiritual happiness, not physical. Of course, I'll give her physical happiness if she asks, but she's never asked for it. And I haven't dared to give it to her proactively either. I'm afraid of rejection. What she's afraid of, I don't know.

As I've said before, our relationship is hard to define. When we're with classmates, we're like ordinary friends, rarely talking, and no one knows how close we actually are. When it's just the two of us, we discuss many things, getting serious and never joking around, like confidantes. And when we hang out together, we're like lovers, just like we are now.

But the truth is, neither of us has confessed our feelings. It's as if there's a blank sheet of paper between us, and neither of us dares to touch it, neither of us knowing if what lies behind it is danger, happiness, or something else entirely…

We walked together through the crowds on Central Street, stepping on the granite cobblestones. On this oldest street in Harbin, no matter the time of day or the weather, there are always countless people. What are they all doing here? I don't know. As for me, I'm here to find some memories, I know that. "

Do you remember the first time we came here to stroll around?" I asked.

Zixin shook her left hand, which was nestled in my arm, a few times. My right arm swayed back and forth across her chest. She looked at a shop ahead and said, "Hey, I want to go look at clothes in that shop, hurry up!"

I was being pulled along. To be honest, I'm not a big shopaholic, but Zixin is, so I had to go along with her. "

Your big breasts touched me, in front of so many people, aren't you ashamed?" I asked her with a lewd smile.

She pinched my arm hard and said fiercely, "Pervert, haven't you touched me enough? The first time we came here, didn't you touch me intentionally or unintentionally? And you dare to bring it up yourself, asking for a beating!"

"I admit it, I've touched you quite a bit, but it's always through your clothes. So when can I have a better understanding of your actual situation?" I said in a flippant voice. "

Dream on, your performance is so bad, don't even think about it. Let's go, there are still many shops to look at.

" Being pulled from door to door is a pain for someone who doesn't like shopping. I'm still satisfied with Zixin's taste in clothes; several of my important outfits were bought by her. In return, I, who wasn't yet her husband, paid for most of the clothes she chose; everything went smoothly.

After I took Zixin home and returned to my own little room, lying in bed, it was already 11:35 PM. All I could do was drift off to sleep.

I had a strange dream that night: I was attending someone else's wedding with Li Rujing, but the bride was Lin Zixin. I went up to her, but someone kicked me from behind.

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