"You don't even have a dollar, and you still take the bus?" The driver impatiently patted his shiny bald head twice, "If you don't have money, get off."
Ruoxi looked at the hundred-yuan banknotes in her bag, and was hesitating whether to directly invest one hundred, when a pair of white and clean hands stretched out in front of Ruoxi, and spread her palms in front of Ruoxi. The silver coins were shining in the sun.
Flash down.
"Here you go. Get in the car quickly."
Ruoxi looked at the hand stretched out in front of her in confusion, and raised her head in confusion.
Under the sun, something stung Ruoxi's eyes.
Is it that golden hair or that warm smile? Ruoxi can't tell. She can't remember either.
Ruoxi only remembered that he had a pair of very clean and slender hands. Each knuckle was very distinct. The nails were also beautiful pink, full and smooth. She thought they were a pair of women's hands, but when Ruoxi saw his face clearly
, I don’t think so.
He has a face full of masculine hormones, resolute contours, and clear and angular lines. His eyes are not too big but are particularly bright. His lips are thick and slightly upturned, forming a warm arc.
Ruoxi knew he was smiling. The smile was very light, as if it was unintentional.
When he saw me, he just looked at him and threw the coins into the coin box.
The driver glanced at Ruoxi, then stepped on the accelerator hard.
The car swayed, and Ruoxi's figure became unstable and he stumbled forward.
It almost hit his hard chest, causing slight pain in the nose.
He took Ruoxi's hand and walked toward the back of the carriage. It wasn't until he pressed her hard on the seat that Ruoxi regained consciousness.
"Your hands... are so warm."
Yes, this was the first thing I said to him.
He was startled, and suddenly realized that he was still holding my hand, and hurriedly let go.
He scratched his head in embarrassment, "It's very hot in summer, and everyone's hands are hot."
Ruoxi smiled and held her right hand with her left hand. It was cold!
Ruoxi looked at him sitting next to me and smiled gratefully, "Thank you for giving me the money."
In this indifferent world, it is a kind of courage for someone to reach out to another stranger.
"There's nothing to thank you for. Who doesn't have difficult times? I've also experienced what it's like to have no money, and it's really uncomfortable." He looked out the window, holding the guitar in his arms. His tone of voice was somewhat inappropriate for his age.
Vicissitudes of life.
"My name is Ye Ruoxi. What's your name?"
"Yan Liaofan is a beggar!"
This was the first time I met him. Ruoxi thought he was joking, but she didn't expect that he turned out to be a beggar.
...
You may experience many kinds of love in your life, but don’t let love become a kind of harm. Fate exists everywhere in life, and it seems that fate is destined to come together and separate. Some fates are destined to be together from the beginning. Some fates are destined to be together from the beginning.
To lose, some fate will never have a good result. Some things will never belong to you no matter how much you like them, and some things are destined to be given up no matter how much you miss them.
I followed Yan Liaofan's footsteps and got off the bus. I followed him to the subway station.
Ruoxi saw him swing the guitar he had been carrying, sit on the ground and start playing leisurely.
Those slender fingers slowly plucked the strings one by one. It was so slow. The graceful notes were as sweet and sweet as if they had souls.
He cleared his throat and sang along with the melody.
Elva Hsiao's originally soothing and low-pitched "Impulse" actually had a different taste in his mouth.
It seems that there is some kind of subtle emotion.