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As the mother and son got into the car, there was a damp smell in the air, and the sound of dripping water could be heard faintly.

"Buy a ticket!"

The conductor stood up and walked over, standing in the middle of the corridor at the front of the train, his fat body blocking the entire passage.

From my angle, I can only see her strong back.

There was no sound of mother and son talking, only the sound of dripping water.

"No, this money is only enough for one person to ride on the bus!" After a while, the conductor's cold voice sounded, as if he disliked the mother and son.

"There's no point in begging me, it's the rule."

"You can only go up to one, it's up to you."

After a two-minute stalemate, mother and son finally made a decision.

The mother got out of the car, leaving the child alone in the car.

The conductor tore up the ticket, threw it to the child, and returned to his seat holding the iron box. There were a few wet green banknotes on the top of the box.

The little boy was about seven or eight years old. His body was swollen as if he had been soaked in hair, and his face was extremely pale. He stood at the door of the car and looked at his mother blankly.

The woman outside the car was also looking at her son.

The mother and son looked at each other silently. Their bodies were wet, as if they had just been fished out of the water.

The little boy opened his mouth, and a stream of turbid liquid flowed out.

The mother forced out a smile that was uglier than crying, raised her swollen hand with difficulty, and waved vigorously to the boy, as if to say goodbye.

"This mother and son are quite pitiful, Brother Shi, how about you help them too?" I whispered to Shi Lei, who was sitting in front.

"Forget them." Shi Lei waved his hand immediately.

"Can you help me explain that you are a kind person, why can't you help them?" I said deliberately, "If it doesn't work, treat me as borrowing this money from you. I will find a way to pay you back when I get to the terminal."

"This is not about money. Don't be deceived by them. They are not good things." Shi Lei shook his head, "Besides, what's the use of helping them? They are not"

He suddenly stopped talking, as if he felt that he had missed the point, so he changed his words: "Anyway, don't meddle in other people's business in this car, follow me, and sit safely to the terminal."

"Would it bother you too much?"

"What's the point? Who said we were destined to be together? We met on the road, took the same car, and both arrived at the terminal." Shi Lei smiled heartily.

His enthusiasm for me was in stark contrast to his indifference to the mother and son.

I didn't say anything, I just said thank you politely.

At the door of the car, the little boy moved his legs awkwardly, trying to get out of the car, but at this time, it was time to drive.

The car door slowly closed, separating mother and son.

The little boy became anxious and clumsily threw himself at the car door, slapping the glass hard.

Boom boom boom!

Dirty water splashed everywhere.

The car body shook and creaked as it slowly drove forward.

The glass blurred the mother's figure. She stood alone under the street lamp, waving one hand vigorously and covering her face with the other, as if she was crying.

The little boy whimpered but was speechless and vomited out a lot of sewage and sediment.

"It's so noisy!" the conductor shouted impatiently.

The little boy was so excited that he didn't dare to cry anymore. He wiped his eyes and awkwardly moved to the car and found a seat by the window.

Strangely enough, as he walked into the carriage, his originally swollen body gradually returned to normal. Except for the fact that his clothes were still wet and his complexion was too pale, he looked no different from a normal child.

Only a series of wet footprints remained on the ground.

He knelt on the seat, lying silently by the window, his pale face pressed against the glass, watching his mother's figure getting further and further away, and finally disappearing into the darkness.

After staring at the darkness outside the window for a long time, he turned his little body and sat on his seat, lowering his head and saying nothing.

There was darkness and silence inside and outside the carriage, and there was a lingering smell of dampness in the air.

The windows of the entire car were closed tightly, and the air was stuffy.

I opened the window, and the cold night wind blew in, and it hurt like a knife on my body.

"It's so cold, don't open the window." Shi Lei, who was sitting in front of me, turned his head and said in a low voice.

After I closed the window, he added: "It's not very peaceful on the road. There are a lot of things trying to get on the bus. It would be troublesome if I opened the window and let them sneak in."

"what?"

"Don't ask. It's not a good thing anyway. Just stop meddling and just follow me to the terminal." Shi Lei emphasized again.

I said oh.

Shi Lei glanced in the direction of the conductor and stopped talking.

The carriage was so quiet that one could occasionally hear the sound of drops of water dripping down.

After swaying for a while, light appeared in front of me again.

The third stop has arrived.

The bus stopped by the stop sign.

Under the dim light, stood a fat woman with pale skin and a swollen body. Her hair was wet, her clothes were wet, and there was a puddle of sewage under her feet, which were only wearing one shoe.

The little boy who had his head lowered suddenly straightened up, pushed open the window with his little hands, and stood on tiptoe to look eagerly at the woman outside.

She was his mother. Unexpectedly, she appeared again at the third stop, arriving one step ahead of the bus.

Why would she take a car if she could run so fast on her own?

The fat woman showed a smile that was uglier than crying, and waved her hand gently to the little boy.

The little boy stretched out his little hand toward the window. As soon as his hand left the car window, it became swollen and stinky sewage dripped down.

The fat woman moved her bloated body, climbed up to the front door with difficulty, and stood at the door, looking at her child pitifully.

The little boy ran to the corridor and glanced at the conductor in fear, not daring to run to his mother.

The mother and son looked at each other silently, and the air became more and more humid.

The driver was like a puppet, sitting motionless at the front of the car, not even turning his head, as if whatever happened had nothing to do with him.

"Bad luck!" The conductor cursed angrily, stood up from his seat, walked to the front of the car with a dark face, and blocked the figure of the fat woman.

"You still want to take the bus if you don't have money? You don't care what you are! Come on!" The conductor waved his hands in disgust as if to ward off flies.

The fat woman seemed to be begging, but the conductor was indifferent and drove her louder.

"Letting your son get on the bus is already a great favor. What else do you want to do? If you don't get out, I will drive your son off too!"

The fat woman got out of the car helplessly.

The door slowly closed, and the bus drove forward slowly like an old cow.

The little boy lay beside the window and once again watched his mother's figure disappear into the darkness.

Returning to his seat, he did not lower his head this time, but glanced in the direction of the conductor.

There was a trace of malice befitting his age in his white eyes, and then he disappeared into the dark carriage with the lights out.