The girl could clearly see streaks of blood on the driver's face, and his face was pale.
She was startled but didn't show it.
At this time, the old lady in her 70s finally spoke.
The old lady had gray hair and was holding a thermos in her hand.
"Little girl, just go back to your seat and don't disturb the driver."
The girl looked at the old lady who was speaking, but did not respond. She only heard the old lady still talking to herself.
"My old man insisted on eating what I cooked so late at night. I had no choice but to deliver it to him myself. I finally caught the last bus. He's old and his legs are not very convenient."
There was a hint of worry between the old lady's brows, and she held the thermos tightly in her hand.
Perhaps this is what she can't forget.
Neither the girl nor the netizens in the live broadcast room could express how they felt.
[I had just delivered food to my wife when I got into a car accident. I don't know if my wife can accept this.]
"Little girl, why are you coming home so late?" The old lady might have been a kind-hearted person when she was alive, and she couldn't help but ask out of curiosity.
The girl held the phone tightly and squeezed out a few words with difficulty.
"I work the night shift and got off late, so I took this last bus."
She answered truthfully.
As soon as she finished speaking, a young man next to her took over.
"We are all working in Tianya, and we are all free labor!" The man wore black-framed glasses and looked to be in his 20s. He was carrying a briefcase in his hand.
"Going to work every day is so frustrating. The salary is low and the working hours are long. I have to work overtime because the boss is watching me. It's not easy to get a salary these days."
The man was still there pouring out his grievances. He worked from the moment he opened his eyes and continued to work before going to bed at night. He was so tired.
"Well, we were not satisfied with the solution we provided to the client, so our leader asked us to work overtime until now. We haven't had dinner yet, and we can only eat a bucket of instant noodles when we go back. By the way, how is your leader?" The man even asked back. Presumably, the word overtime was his biggest obsession in his life.
"Our leader is okay, but he's quite good at pua'ing employees. I hope next month's bonus can be more generous." The girl also had a headache when she mentioned work. By the way, she also chatted with this working ghost and integrated into the atmosphere.
"Our leader paints me a rosy picture every day, but I still eat it without any hesitation. I still need to have hope in life. I have to work hard, save money, and bring my wife home as soon as possible."
The man's face was filled with a happy smile, he must love his girlfriend very much.
"Why don't you buy a car for yourself?" The girl was very touched. Nowadays, many young people buy a car for convenient transportation.
"Of course it's to save money. It's not that I can't afford it now, but I don't want to buy it. How much does it cost to drive a car in a month? If I can catch the last bus, I can save a lot of money."
The man looked very frugal, which truly reflected the financial difficulties faced by working people.
The girl thought so too. If she hadn't wanted to save on transportation fees, she wouldn't have rushed to catch the last bus, nor would she have encountered this ghost bus.
Two more minutes passed and the girl came to the front again.
This time she spoke louder.
"Master, I want to get off!"
There was a hint of urgency in her tone.
Her voice finally called the driver back. He turned his head stiffly, staring at her blankly with dead eyes.
"Don't get off until you reach your stop, that's the rule!"
He said this expressionlessly and turned away.
The girl suppressed her fear and said loudly: "Master, I really need to get off! Please be flexible..."
The girl clasped her hands together and looked at the driver with pleading eyes.
Trying to awaken some humanity in the driver.
The driver ignored it, as if he didn't hear it.
The middle-aged man carrying the cake also spoke.
"Girl, we'll get off in a moment, don't be anxious."
The girl heard the voice, turned around and looked at the beautiful cake in his hand.
"Today is my daughter's birthday. I promised to buy her a cake, but I was too busy today and forgot. When I had some free time, I searched for cake shops one by one and finally bought this last cake. I will be home at the next stop, so I can still celebrate a belated birthday for my daughter."
As he spoke, a happy smile appeared on his face.
"Can you help me see if my daughter will like this cake?"
The man lifted the cake in his hand so that the girl could see it clearly.
It was a very simple fruit cake with a chocolate bow on top, decorated with colorful fruits, and a small flag with the words "Happy Birthday" written on it.
The strokes of these four characters may not look very neat, but one can still feel the intention of the person who wrote them.
"It looks good. Your daughter will definitely like it."
The girl nodded and answered firmly.
Their conversation was also transmitted to the ears of netizens through the screen.
[Wow, I'm about to cry. How sad her daughter must be.]
What's going on? Why is my life so miserable? If I were that girl, I'd probably never want to celebrate my birthday again.
The families of the victims also flocked to the live broadcast room after receiving the news online.
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