"Thank you." After looking up and thanking him, Tang Huan began to look towards the rear carriage. There would definitely be more passengers getting on the bus soon, and she would be in the way standing at the door.
Seeing many people standing in the aisle behind, she silently grabbed the grab bar in her hand.
Forget it, this place is pretty good. She will move after someone gets on the bus.
This was the last bus of the day, and more people were getting on at the next stop. Before the bus stopped, Tang Huan saw more than a dozen people waiting at the bus stop.
As soon as the car stopped, she quickly moved to the back. Some people got off the car, but not as many as before.
Meng Zeyan also moved back and stood beside her.
Tang Huan raised his hand to grab the grab bar above his head, but the bar was too high and he couldn't reach it.
I stood on tiptoe and tried hard, but I could barely touch the surface with my fingers, but I couldn't grab it at all.
The bus seats of this era were all made of seat-style iron pipes with wooden boards fixed on top. The backrest was also a wooden board with an oval section of iron pipe left above the board.
Normally, the exposed iron pipe on the seat back can be used to support people, but the person sitting next to Tang Huan was an old lady, who was sleeping soundly with her head resting on the iron pipe, her head shaking back and forth.
Tang Huan wanted to grab the iron pipe, either to wake the old lady up or to grab the iron pipe and the old lady's hair.
The dozen or so people who got on the bus in front squeezed into the carriage together. It was difficult for Xijin to move to another seat unless she was willing to squeeze through the crowd.
Just when she was hesitating whether to change places or call Auntie, Meng Zeyan raised his hand and patted Auntie on the shoulder, "Auntie, are you okay? Are you feeling unwell?"
The old lady who was sleeping soundly and almost snoring was woken up by someone. For a moment she didn't understand what was going on.
"Auntie, I see you haven't moved for a long time. Are you okay?" Meng Zeyan looked at the auntie with concern.
"I'm fine, I'm sleeping!" The old lady glanced at Meng Zeyan unhappily. Was she trying to pick a fight with him? He was just being kind and concerned about her.
But what kind of good person can’t tell whether someone is sleeping or fainted?
Meng Zeyan looked at the little hand that was quietly leaning on the back of the chair, and said to the old lady with a smile: "As long as you are okay."
The man was so angry that his sleepiness went away. The old lady was so angry that she glanced at him sideways.
As long as the old lady didn't shake her head from side to side, Tang Huan could hold on to the backrest. She raised her head and smiled at Meng Zeyan. She knew that he woke the old lady up to help her.
Saying thank you too much always feels too cheap, and she doesn’t know how to express her gratitude.
The old lady got off the bus earlier than them. Before she got off, she glanced at Meng Zeyan angrily, stood up, turned to Tang Huan and said, "Girl, come sit here!"
She wouldn't give up her seat to this damn boy!
If someone else had woken her up, she would have argued with them, but she happened to meet this damn boy, and she couldn't even argue with him after he woke her up!
After the old lady left, the seat became Tang Huan's, and she couldn't help laughing.
If the old lady knew that she was the culprit who woke Meng Zeyan up, would she be so angry that she would curse in the street?
Meng Zeyan happened to lower his eyes, and Tang Huan's smiling face came into his sight. She was much more lively when she smiled than when she wasn't smiling.
After listening to Comrade Xing Cui talk about Tang Huan's family situation, it is said that if there is a stepmother, there must be a stepfather. Looking at her personality, one can imagine how difficult her life is in her family.
She didn't have a good life at home, and after finally getting married, she became a widow.
Not to mention that Comrade Xing Cui felt sorry for her, Meng Zeyan sometimes couldn't help but feel soft-hearted. She really had a miserable life.
The train arrived at the station and the two went home together, with Tang Huan walking slower and slower.
On the one hand, my feet hurt, and on the other hand, I wanted to avoid suspicion.
Already near home, Meng Zeyan went home without even looking back.
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