Three Street Stories

Story One

General:

Guang Hee Door station car a pair of men and women, respectively, leaning in the doorway into the diagonal of the two pillars, four eyes to look, feet have a station.

From the expression of the two people can not see any clue between their relationship. Perhaps out of shyness, after a stop time, the girl's eyes a little dodge.

But also occasionally try to touch the soft eyes of boys.

The second station, the boy first shifted the eye gaze direction, bowed his head with a few mobile phone, at this time, the girl's cell phone rang, is the message of the beep, and then the girl looked at the phone smiled, keep this smile, gently looked up to the boys, boys also smiled.

When I got off the bus, the girl walked slowly towards the boy. As I was crossing my foot on the platform, I heard the girl's timid and slowly saying, "How did you get my number?" ”

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And then?

And then No. The man who wrote this story got off.

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Story Two

Wen: Lao Liang

Take the bus in the morning, crowded. It was forced to stand in front of a few passengers. A girl in front, hand take Samsung S4, bow hair message.

But soon found it wrong, eyelashes are all moist. The big tears will flow down the sides of the nose.

There was a paper towel in his pocket, but she didn't have the nerve to hand it over. A lot of passengers around. Confess myself at that moment timid and shy.

All the way to the car, she was hustling to type on the screen. The tears never stopped.

Maybe it's a breakup.

Finally she pulled out her own paper towel, blocking her face and wiping it dry.

The bus to the terminus, a car people dispersed. Joy or sadness, all in a closed space, has been assembled.

But there is no intersection. They scattered to the mingtu of the crowd.

Girl, life or affection, we are just passers-by or passengers. Everyone's happiness and sadness, can not take the next stop. Just every time people around the car, there will be hopeless sadness. Who ever know the people around the wooden expressionless, the heart in the experience of how the Earth and the land? Who can hide the rain?

I know, always want to squeeze the world smile, say good morning. Sometimes the tears are squeezed out. Don't cry, the Blur is ahead. And we can only face the present.

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Story Three

Wen: Lao Liang

This little thing happened when I was waiting for someone in the bike shed.

Next to the single shed are three side-by trash cans. An old lady stumbled on the crutches, directed at the garbage cans, saw me, said, "Old people do not use, throw rubbish to throw socks." The old Lady rummaged in the rubbish bin. Looks, did not find, but clean out a few good plastic bags, a small carton. She rubbed Baba and prepared to take it away. Sit on the side of the flower bed beside me before you leave and catch your breath.

Seeing me staring at her, she stood up and came up to me and said to me, "old age is no use, 86 of me, socks are thrown away." Alas ... "

I had to talk to her, "Lost is lost, forget it, don't look." ”

"Ah?" What did you say? The old lady turned deaf.

I said it again two times. "It's a waste of money, I can't afford it." I don't have a pension. The old lady shook her head.

I asked, how much do you pay for your socks? "3 bucks!" I haven't had dinner yet ... "said the old lady turned and walked back to the flower bed, and sat down slowly.

NND, nose one sour. I don't know what's behind her life. I opened my schoolbag and found 20 pieces from my wallet, and went to the old lady and asked her to buy a pair of socks for herself. The old lady waved her head repeatedly and said, "I can't have it, it's not easy for your young people to earn money." And if the neighborhood knows I want your money, pass it on, I ... She did not continue to say, but desperately shook her head, meaning I understand.

I dare not shout "you take, nothing, no one knows", after all, people around.

The old lady continued to say to me: "I live the Damned not to die how to do, people alive look at me are tired of panic." I can't kill myself. After saying this, Zhao old lady helplessly looked at me.

I can only nod silently. It seemed to give her such a courageous and alive recognition, but also a trivial encouragement. And I know it's very weak. She packed up her bags and boxes and went home. I still haven't eaten yet .....

The mind crumpled into a piece of paper.