Clear Soup Master

On the swaying bus, Jiang Qing stared at the half window.

The square glass bore the marks of time, with traces of blurred and dim linear traces left by towels. The scenery outside the window flew by at a high speed, and the reflection on the glass was not very clear, but she still saw it.

The girl she bumped into earlier was wearing a denim suit, a top and a skirt. The light blue denim texture fit her body lines, like dew-covered ginkgo nuts on a spring branch, plump and smooth.

Her eyes are round and big, with more black pupils than white, and a hint of maturity in her purity. Her long hair is half tied up, and her skin is fair, revealing a gentle beauty, like a beam of light leaking out from the shade of trees in March.

Amidst the surging crowd, the distance between people was barely noticeable. Jiang Qing could feel the heat of other people's breath surrounding her on both sides, but even if they were closer due to the crowd, she shouldn't have been...

She stared at her reflection in the glass, and saw a fat pig's hand resting on a pair of long white legs.

When Song Yao felt an unusual touch on her leg, she thought someone had accidentally bumped into her, just like the cute girl who bumped into her before. Although her bones were hard and it hurt, the girl was very polite and apologized to her obediently, so she didn't care.

She had just casually glanced downwards, but her whole body froze in an instant.

As if seeing that she didn't react to the first touch, the hand became more unscrupulous and began to move and grasp on her skin, as if playing with an object.

It was a very ordinary hand, with a pale yellow complexion, thick knuckles, and flat nails. She could even see a bit of black oil stains between the fingers, which were traces left by daily work, plain and commonplace.

She stared blankly, and felt a rough touch. It felt like bugs were crawling on the skin that was touched. She felt nauseous, embarrassed, and wanted to vomit.

Song Yao didn't even dare to look back to see who was touching her. She only felt that the faces of everyone around her were distorted. She could only step back as hard as she could, using an evasive gesture to drive away the malice and vulgarity that was coming towards her.

Her face was pale, her fingers tightly gripping her backpack as she backed away bit by bit, as if facing a huge, ferocious monster. She could only escape, retreat, and pray that the endless torture would end soon.

Amidst the hustle and bustle, she stood there, her consciousness withdrawn, and she was stared at from all directions, which she could not bear. She did not dare to think about the consequences of being discovered by others.

Song Yao tried to retreat, telling herself that she just had to be patient, and that they would soon arrive at their destination.

But what she didn't know was that retreat would not lead to a stop, but to further encroachment.

The hand gradually went crazy, and Song Yao felt like an ugly and scary centipede was crawling on her legs, causing her to shudder and feel chills. She trembled in fear.

She heard people around her talking about the advertisements on the bus, some humming softly with headphones on, some playing games on their phones, and some making work phone calls. The chaotic and noisy sounds passed through her eardrums like a shadow falling from another world.

In this world of fireworks, she was the only one who fell into the deep sea. Her body was getting heavier and heavier. She had no way to escape and the air in her chest was getting thinner. At the moment when she was about to drown, a loud shout came and pulled her out of the water.

"What are you doing!?"

Song Yao focused her eyes and saw that the girl who had accidentally bumped into her before was holding the dirty hand and raising it up. The hand was clenched tightly, and blue veins appeared on the delicate skin because of the force, as if it could burst out with infinite power.

The girl's face flushed red with anger, and her hair emerged from the brim of her white hat, stretching out in a ferocious manner, showing the girl's active vitality.

Her eyes were so big and so bright, so bright that she could even see the compelling light bursting out of her eyes.

She stared at the girl in a daze. In a trance, she felt the sound of breathing returning to her body. Oxygen rushed in and flowed back to her heart. Her limbs regained consciousness in the tiny gasps, and she came back to life.

Jiang Qing stared at the person in front of her. He was wearing old clothes and had an ordinary face, a face that she would never remember if it blended into the crowd.

They are the kind of people who sit across from you at the table while you eat in the morning, the kind of people who pass by you while you buy things, the kind of people who look at the bus stop signs with you while you wait for the bus. They are the kind of people who can be seen everywhere and are very ordinary.

He may be the father of a child, the husband of a wife, the son of a parent, the friend of a partner, the employee of a company, and he is doing something that should be done somewhere.

But such a person, who is called a human being, did disgusting and incomprehensible things on a bus traveling on an ordinary journey.

"I asked, what are you doing?"

She asked word by word, gritting her teeth.

The commotion here quickly attracted the attention of the people around, and everyone's eyes fell on this small space and on the two people at the center of the storm.

The man was caught but he was not panicked. He glanced to the side and saw the girl clenching her fingers, her fingertips turning white, and she pursed her lips tightly, not saying a word.

He turned around and answered with his seemingly ordinary and simple face: "Nothing."

The man's posture was casual, his answers were perfunctory, and he even seemed a little impatient, as if a Cheng Yaojin suddenly jumped out of his impatience.

He seemed very sure that no one could do anything to him because the people involved would not complain. They might even be afraid, more afraid than he was, that someone would reveal the matter. He had seen this situation many times and it was extremely boring.

The man looked at the girl in front of him and even asked in a nonchalant manner, "Why did you arrest me?"

Jiang Qing frowned, shocked by the shameless attitude of this beast. She didn't understand how someone could be so disgusting.

"You rascal, you beast, you dare to touch someone's thigh on the bus, and you think you're right, right?"

Jiang Qing frowned, and used more force with her fingers. She cursed and swore loudly.

As soon as these words were spoken, the bus exploded.

Everyone's eyes fell on Jiang Qing, moving back and forth between the girl and the man.

A cute little girl and a simple and honest middle-aged man, they don't look like the parties involved in a romantic affair at all.

"It doesn't look like that. He looks like a very honest person, so why would he act like a hooligan?"

"Could it be a misunderstanding? The bus is crowded, so it's normal to get scratched."

"That's true. The driver just now was not paying attention and I accidentally pressed someone's leg."

"Little girl, if there is any misunderstanding, just talk it out..."

Song Yao faced these gazes. Although they were not directed at her, she felt as if she was naked and exposed to thousands of silver needles. She felt ashamed, embarrassed, and almost numb.

Jiang Qing turned a deaf ear to them. What the people around her thought was none of her business. She just stared at the person in front of her.

The man was startled, but quickly came to his senses.

"If I accidentally bumped into you before, then I apologize." He smiled bitterly: "There were too many people, and I couldn't control my body. I might have accidentally bumped into you."

The man looked sincere and looked at her as if he was looking at an ignorant child. The child was persistent and although he didn't understand, he could only apologize helplessly.

Jiang Qing got angry when she saw his disgusting look, so she stepped on his shoe and spun around fiercely.

"Bah, who asked you to be so hypocritical? You even bumped into me accidentally. You are clearly being a hooligan and molester. I tell you, you are committing a crime."

The man's face was distorted, and he kept apologizing while covering his feet, but he just said that he accidentally bumped into someone.

"I'm sorry, I apologize if I squeezed you."

Because there had been a previous incident where the driver had braked suddenly and everyone in the car had been hitting each other, it was hard for the people in the car to disagree with the man's words.

At this time, everyone was looking at a girl who was arrogant and unyielding, and a simple and honest man who didn't understand why but kept apologizing.

The balance began to tilt and fall.

After all, no one can guarantee that they won't bump into others again, and protecting this man seems to be protecting the self who will get into trouble in the future.

"Little girl, forgive others when you can."

"I don't think he did it on purpose. You stepped on him, so why not just forget it."

"Yeah, it's not a big deal, isn't it just a bump? It's not good to be too clingy with a little girl."

......

Jiang Qing looked at the people around her. Everyone was blaming her, thinking she was too arrogant.

Bah, you know nothing, just keep talking here.

Everyone thinks they are a big shot, right? But no, they are just a bunch of fools.

But she only muttered this in her heart. Looking at the man's unconcealable pride, she couldn't help but grit her teeth.

She was not so stupid as to say it out loud and incur public outrage, causing everyone to completely side with the man.

She only has one opponent, that beast. The others are all fence-sitters and are not important.

Song Yao looked at the people around her pointing fingers at the girl, and she couldn't help but tug at the corner of the girl's clothes. There was no evidence for this kind of thing, and it was shameful to talk about it out loud. Moreover, the girl should not be ridiculed and blamed for her actions.

She wanted to tell the girl to forget it, but she only saw the girl shaking her head firmly.

Give in? That's a violation of women's dignity.

One step back, then another step back. If you give up this time because of everyone’s accusations, what about next time?

Repeated concessions will not win the mercy of the animals, they will only become more rampant.

Just like now, the man opposite her was so comfortable and calm that it was hard for her not to wonder how many people had suffered and how many people had been silenced.

Only the pain that penetrates the bones can be deeply remembered.

"I saw it clearly. You touched someone's thigh and stayed there for more than a second. Shameless, greasy man! Dirty man! You were deliberately molesting someone! You have a dark heart and a psychopath!"

Jiang Qing's description was extremely clear, and contained contempt.

Isn't what he is most proud of the silence of the victims and the support of the bystanders?

She had to send him to the police station and make him a social outcast, so that he could experience the pain of being condemned by everyone.

The eyes of the people around subconsciously moved to the man's hand following her words. There were indeed black marks between his fingers, which could not be seen without a careful look.

Everyone was surprised.

The man clenched his hands instantly, sneered and asked, "Really? Who did I touch?"

"You touch—"

Jiang Qing looked at the beautiful young lady. She lowered her head, her lips turned pale from biting, and her body was shaking.

She was so gentle and beautiful before, like the new green leaves sprouting on the branches, crisp and full of vitality, but now she seemed to be beaten by the wind and rain, and was about to turn into dust.

Jiang Qing suddenly realized that not everyone was as indifferent to others as she was, and not everyone could expose such things to the sun.

She may never understand those hidden thoughts and shameful feelings, the psychology of being a victim but not daring to speak out.

but--

There are always people who find it difficult to talk about or bear it for one reason or another.

She turned around and spoke loudly under everyone's scorching gaze.

"You touched me."

"Just now, you pinched my thigh."

Facing the man's surprised gaze, she spoke so loudly that everyone in the car could hear her loud and clear voice.

It is as if announcing to the world that the person being touched is not wrong.

They should not be hidden from the light of day because of shame or fear.