Classic prose of the driver brother with stories

On December 19, Tuesday, 11:13 pm, I came back from a trip to Hong Kong. After passing the customs and taking the subway, I missed the last train after one stop.

I had no choice but to drag my suitcase out of the subway station. There were few people outside the station and the wind was very strong at night. I wore a scarf and a woolen coat so tightly that I still felt cold. This subway station is called Lei Yue Mun Subway Station. I have never been here before. Opposite the station entrance is an overpass. Behind the overpass are tall buildings. The lower left corner of the overpass is the bus station. The right side of the overpass is a viaduct. I looked around and it was quiet. The only sound was the wind.

The night sky was brightly illuminated by the city’s street lights. I sighed and took out my phone to open the Didi taxi interface on the screen. I entered the destination and called for a ride. At this point There were too few people taking orders. I squatted outside the subway station and was blown unconscious by the night wind. It was only after all the staff in the subway station pulled down the iron doors that I saw the prompt to take orders.

After waiting for a few minutes, the call from the driver who took the order finally came in. I pressed the answer button and told him my location. On the phone, the driver said: His current position is on the viaduct, and he asked me if I had seen this viaduct. There are many cars parked here.

I looked towards the overpass and the viaduct on the right was indeed full of cars. I thought it was a traffic jam, so I asked him: What should I do? Otherwise, you should come here according to the address I located.

The driver told me with embarrassment that this subway station was newly built and he couldn’t get off here. He asked me to go to the elevated station to find him. I glanced at the bridge in front of me and said, "Okay, I Come up and look for you."

Without hanging up, I dragged my suitcase onto the overpass. I turned right and walked over to find that the viaduct and overpass were connected, and I successfully found him.

I thought the driver was an uncle, but he turned out to be a young man. When he saw me, he took my suitcase and said: "This subway station is newly built. I followed the navigation and came here, so I am not familiar with the road."

The accent didn't sound right Like a local, I got in the car and got into the back seat. Everything was ready and the car started moving forward. It’s about 60 kilometers away from my home, and I was terrified, thinking about what I would do if I met a bad person when taking Didi so late. Thinking about something bad, I quickly picked up my phone and secretly recorded the video and sent it to my family, telling them that I missed the last bus and would not be back until after 1 o'clock.

My brother called me just after the video was posted. He asked me when I would be back. I told him that I was in the car now and would be back around 1 o'clock.

My brother said: "Let me pay attention to safety. When I get home, I will unlock and open the door myself."

I said: "Okay, it's okay, don't worry."

After hanging up the phone, the driver asked me, where did you come from so late?

I said: "I came back from Hong Kong and missed the last bus. The place I live is too far away and there is no bus to take at this late hour, so I took a Didi taxi."

He said: "Then you are quite smart, you know how to choose tailwind, otherwise your express train will be more than twice as expensive as mine."

I smiled, and the car passed by at high speed. As we entered the tunnel, the music in the car was turned up. It sounded so good that I couldn't help but ask him: "What's the name of this song? It's pretty good."

The driver's brother answered me: "Passenger, singer It’s Ahan.”

I quickly opened Kugou Music, searched for the song title, and downloaded it. After listening to the second song, I still thought it sounded good, so I asked him again: "What is the name of this song!"

He said: "Bei Ai" was also sung by Ahan. He also told me that the song "Bi Ai" means having a spare tire.

I became interested after listening to it, and I said: "I didn't expect you, a boy, to like listening to such sad songs!"

The driver drove the car, He smiled sheepishly.

After chatting with him like this, I let down my guard and started chatting with him enthusiastically, and then asked him: "You are born in the 1990s, right?

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He said: "No, I am born in the 1980s. "

I paused for a second, smiled, and said, "I thought those born in the 1990s were the ones who liked listening to this kind of sad music. "

He was a little eager to prove that he was born in the 1980s. He quickly reached out and pressed the screen to change several songs, and finally changed to "You at the Same Table".

The song was 80. It’s a song written by Queen Zero, but it’s still a sad song. The car drove into a tunnel again, and the tunnel was brightly lit. Having a story that allows me to understand everything, I hesitantly asked him: “Are you deeply hurt, that’s why you like him so much?” Listen to sad music. "

I stared at his head in the back seat of the car, waiting for his answer. Not long after, the car left the tunnel, and I heard him say softly: "Yeah! ”

For a moment, I didn’t know what to say. He didn’t take the initiative to talk to me, and the lively chat stopped abruptly. I watched him drive the car intently, with the You at the same table are nearing the end:

Who married you who is sentimental

Who comforted you who loves to cry

Who tied up your long hair

Who made the wedding dress for you?

At this point in the song, the sound of Lao Lang’s harmonica echoed for a long time. Before the next song started, I cautiously asked him: “Can you give it to me? Shall I tell you your story with her? I write novels, maybe I can write them down for you. ”

He glanced at me from the rearview mirror of the car while driving, smiled and said, “Okay!” "

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The music started playing again, and his voice slowly said:

My name is He Dongjun. I met Qian Yue in 2006. , a sophomore in high school, she was in Class 3 and I was in Class 4, she was upstairs and I was downstairs. We were separated by a floor for the whole summer and winter vacation. One afternoon in 2006, she and I got to know each other. .

At that time, the school was holding a summer sports meeting. She was a member of the cheerleading team. She would rehearse dance moves with the team members on the playground every afternoon. My classmates and I would come together at this time. Watching them rehearse, it was the budding period of hormones. Teenagers all liked young and beautiful girls, and I was no exception. I liked her agile dancing, small figure, shoulder-length hair, round eyes, and a beautiful smile. .

She didn’t pay attention to me at first. She just focused on her dance steps and practiced them over and over with her team members. However, she suddenly fainted while dancing that day. At that time, I didn’t know where I got the courage. I was the first to rush down from the stands, ran into the crowd, picked her up and took her to the school’s infirmary.

There. One day, sweat wet my back, overflowed my forehead, and dripped on her face. When she woke up, I was with her, and the first words she said to me were: " Classmate, thank you. "

I saw that she was a little overwhelmed when she woke up, so I said you're welcome. I quickly stood up and walked away from her one meter away. She looked at my movements and didn't say anything. I stumbled and said He said: "My name is He Dongjun, what is your name!" "

The water in the infusion bottle on the boom fell drop by drop. She looked at me with a hint of surprise in her eyes, and then I heard her voice say softly: "My name is Qian Yue. ”

From that day on, she and I got to know each other naturally. Every day after that, when I went to the playground to watch her dance, she would look back at me standing on the platform watching her dance.

The Summer Games came soon. I remember that day, the weather was very good, the sun was shining, the wind was sunny, the playground was crowded with people from all classes, the crowds were surging, and people’s faces were full of joy. Smiles full of confidence, passion, and joy.

On the playground, those who competed in running, those who jumped long, those who played basketball, and my classmates and I finished the fifth game of basketball. At that moment, I was finally defeated. I took the towel and water handed to me by my female classmate, wiped my sweat randomly, drank some water, took a breath, and ran to the platform in the auditorium to watch the last show. During the cheerleading performance, I ran over so anxiously because she was the one standing in the middle of the team leading the dance.

On the stage, she stood in the center of the crowd holding a red ribbon. As the music played, they started dancing. Cheers and applause continued from and up in the stands. She danced beautifully and confidently, with her hands The red ribbon danced gracefully with her movements, and the team members cooperated with her. She spun and climbed over, which made the people in the stands exclaimed and praised her. I heard the teacher and classmates praise her and praise her for being so awesome. , dance so well, dance so beautifully.

After the music played, the dancing stopped, and the eyes of the male and female students all looked up to her with admiration. I was so happy when I saw it. I was happy and proud of her because I admired her in the same way.

On this day, she became famous in one fell swoop and became the No. 1 beauty in our school. She is well deserved.

After this day, she had even more admirers. Every day after school, people who went to her class gate to see her would line up downstairs. I just wanted to see her and chat with her. You have to go through many admirers to find her. Fortunately, she was neither proud nor alienated from me. As always, as long as I came, she would walk home with me and her best friends as long as she was still in class.

The journey home at night was very short. She and I couldn’t walk very far before chatting for a few words before we went back to our respective homes. I was very happy during that time because I thought she also liked me.

Until we were in our senior year of high school, 90 days before the college entrance examination, I felt very depressed because my grades had been stagnant. I was afraid that I would not be able to get into college, I was afraid of my future, I was afraid that I would not be able to get into college. I will be embarrassed in front of her, and I am afraid that if I stay away from her, she will forget me.

On that day, my good friend Zhang Yuan instigated me to confess to her. He said to me: "If you confess successfully, she will definitely be your motivation to advance in the college entrance examination, and your grades will definitely improve." For her sake, you will definitely get into the university where you want to study science.”

I was very moved after hearing this. That day I mustered up the courage and ran to her class as usual. Wait for her to get out of school, thinking about finding a chance to confess her love then.

But that day she got out of school before me and left immediately after school. I was unable to wait for her, and just like her many admirers, she returned home disappointed. I was riding my bicycle lonely on the way home. When I passed by the barbecue stall, I saw her holding hands with him and standing in front of the barbecue stall. She lowered her head and smiled, and occasionally raised her head to look at the person next to her gently. Something I haven't seen before.

I was riding a bicycle and lost my balance and fell off. I flipped over and made a huge noise. She and he turned around in shock. She looked at me with concern in her eyes. She ran over. My friend came over to help me, and he helped me lift my bicycle. She asked me worriedly: "Dongjun, are you okay?"

I stood up with one hand on the ground, feeling very embarrassed. , but pretending to be persistent on the surface, I said: "It's okay." I took my bicycle, smiled, and asked her: "He is your boyfriend, right?"

She nodded at me a little shyly He nodded, looked at me and smiled at me and said: "My name is He Dongjun. I often hear Xiaoyue mention you, and she said you have the same name as me."

He Dongjun, you are a gentleman's king, 2005 The top student in science in the city, the school beauty and the top student are a perfect match.

When I heard his name, I understood instantly. I could no longer hide the turmoil in my heart and the pain in my heart. I said loudly: "My name is different from yours. My army is a soldier's army."

I said to him After saying this, I angrily rode away and ignored her feelings. I ran away. It turned out that in her eyes, I was just a person with a similar name to him. It turned out that I was just a spare tire. !

Later, after graduating from high school, I failed to get admitted to my ideal university and she was recommended to Shanghai Art Institute. She became a dance teacher, and she and he were not able to be together in the end.

In the dead of night, the vendors on the roadside also closed their stalls. The car got off the highway and descended rapidly. It turned and entered a straight path. The car gradually slowed down and I saw my community. , at this time, Stefanie Sun’s song was playing in the car, and I met.

I listened to the pleasant singing and the story was very touching. I said with emotion: "Thank you for your story, it is very touching."

He got out of the car and came to help me unload my luggage. Box, he told me: "My story is not beautiful, but a beautiful and sad memory of my youth. I am telling you because the drive is too long and I am afraid that you will be bored on the way."

I He took my suitcase and asked me to give him a good review before leaving. I smiled and said, "Definitely."

The trunk door closed and I watched him get in. When we were in the car, I said loudly: "Thank you, there will be someone waiting for you in your future. If you wait, she will definitely come with a heart that loves you."

The driver's brother He smiled innocently at me and said, "Thank you." I waited for him to drive away and walked back home. The first thing I did when I got home was to give him a great review, and soon I received his review as well.

I am very happy to write the story of the driver brother. My nose is a bit sour. I hope you like it.