Ye Qingcheng: The Last Train

Ye Qingcheng: The Last Train When we met, he was 30 years old and she was 29 years old. Before that, there were similar situations of going to the countryside, returning to the city, studying, and working in a blink of an eye, and the years passed by like mountains and rivers...

Ye Qingcheng: The Last Train The year we met, he was 30 years old and she was 29 years old. Before that, it was a similar process of going to the countryside, returning to the city, studying, and working in a blink of an eye. The years passed by like mountains and rivers, and it was easy to fall into the trap of older youths. Those who meet each other can read on each other's faces that they are no longer young. The whole love affair seemed to be nothing more than watching a movie, walking on the street after the show, and chatting. The words gradually ran out, and there were only the sounds of footsteps, one after another, tapping gently in the silent night. After being together for half a year, it was time to make a decision, but the relationship was always as light as a glass of water. He understands that people have the same conditions and are a good match, and he also knows that age is not forgiving. If you delay this time, there will be no more but fewer opportunities in the future, but in his heart he keeps thinking about the alienation and strangeness between the two. Well, the movie was extremely long, and the autumn rain made it a mess, making everything muddy. He ran after her, kicking her in and out, not even having time to take a look at the splashing mud and water. He was out of breath and kept waving his hands: "Wait a minute, wait a minute!" Seeing that she could hardly run, he turned around without thinking, grabbed her hand and dragged her to run as fast as he could. When they finally caught up, the car was already moving slowly, and the driver was furious and yelled at them for delaying his time. He had time to reply, but he was just glad that he finally caught the last train. After a while, he suddenly realized that she was panting so much that her legs were weak, and her whole body was half leaning on him. The car rattled like it was falling apart all the way, and the cold wind blew in through the broken window, making both of them shiver. He finally hesitantly reached out and put his arm around her, suddenly thinking everything clearly. They have both reached the end of their youth. He is her last bus, and she is his last bus. Apart from this, they no longer have any other choice, and once they miss it, there will be no next bus. At the most critical moment, they naturally support each other and catch up together, no matter how bad the condition of the car is, how bad the driver's attitude is, or whether the person next to them is a stranger.