Composition material: I met a thief on the bus.

At 5 o'clock in the evening on the 22nd, I got on the bus, but fortunately I had a seat. After catching a cold for two weeks in a row, people are a little tired and dizzy. My home is on the windowsill, staring out the window in a daze, looking at the street view and watching the crowds coming and going. A cold is really a bad thing. Why is my head always so dizzy? Maybe it's because I took cold medicine. . .

It hurts. I don't know who moved my hair. I look back. After two stops, many people got on the bus. Next to me stood a dark-skinned woman in her twenties. She looked out of the window with a straight face. I looked at her and she ignored her. It feels a little strange, but I can't say what it is. Strange, how come no one apologizes, and it's okay to squeeze on others? It's not like Shenzhen people. I turned around and continued to look out of the window. Alas, I always feel heavy. . . "Sit down, why not?" A male voice said with a smile. I turned around and saw that a big brother behind me had stood up and said to the woman next to me with a smile. The woman smiled, too, a little stiff and didn't sit down. I'm puzzled. That strange feeling is stronger, but I just can't say what it is. I'm still staring out the window. Suddenly, I turned around inadvertently and said, "Ah, there is a thief!" " "I let out a cry in horror and reached into my bag with one hand. My hand shrank back and my handbag was placed on the leg in front of me. I don't know when Lalian was half opened. I quickly tidied up the zipper and opened it for inspection. Fortunately, I still have my wallet and mobile phone. I looked around in horror. The bus arrived at a station and some people got off. A woman next to me went to sit in the back of the car. The woman next to me is also sitting behind me. Eldest brother got off work early. There are female thieves! The car was still silent, as if nothing had happened. . .

When I got off the bus and walked home, I was still scared, as if I always felt my hand stretched out in front. Later, I recalled that that woman was not just a person. There is a woman standing next to her, helping her block the sight of others. Behind them, a man pulled a pole to block each other's sight. Fortunately, the eldest brother in the back saw it and thought he had pulled out one of my hairs. He wanted to remind me that because I have short hair, it is impossible to squeeze in. When he was about to get off the bus, he deliberately stood up and asked the lady to sit down. That woman would have stolen my wallet if he hadn't tried to stop it again and again. It seems that there are still many good people. Thank you, big brother.