Wait

On the sunday morning of September 24th, I sat by the window in the bus driving from Changzhi city toward Jincheng, which now was stopping at the entrance to the highway because of the rain , looking out through the watery window into the air of humidity, thinking of the last two days I have spent with my lovely daughter and son-in-law. The physical images are clear, and real, and present, the time we gathered togegher were pretty easy and happy.

The driver have called someone and said we would have waited for some time or maybe a long time, all the passager in the bus were sitting patiently, most of them were quiet, looking down at their phones motionlessly; some of them are putting their heads and back against the chair back and seemed almost were going to sleep; a few of them were calling to their family or relatives and talked quietly about the matter at present. occasionally there was one cars or two running slowly past by, the lined trees outside were standing both sides of the road, pointing their top of branches straight toward the gray low sky, who seemed also have no any good ideas to the situation. The windows had become more waterier than before, so many small water beads are sticking to the surface of the glass that the objects outside seemed more snd more obscure and dreamlike and unreal.

I started to recall the sequence of going shopping in the store with my daughter on the morning yesterday. The physical images were inscribed in my mind so clealy that they have been razor edged photographies of us.

I remember how we walked intimately with arms tied to each other, how I persuated her to be ready for getting a little baby, how she complained about trpubles that child might bring to her life, how that would influence her happy. I also remember the scene we stopped in front of a Tupperware store, how the assistant asked us to buy their products, I remembered how delicious the food they made for us, how sweet the hardpeanuts that a passionateman introduced to us were.

Half an hour later, some of the passagers began to get off the bus and scattered outside on the ground around the bus, moving impatiently to and fro with litting a cigarette in their right hand; some were still sitting on the seat of the bus , and took some food such as a bottle of milk or some bread or biscuits from their bags and began to eat. An old couple of husband and wife sat two rows before me , the old woman put her head slightly upon the shoulder of the old man who was sitting next to her, the old man's head titled a little toward the side of his wife, like the scene of young people in love would do which described in the tale of eroticism written by some writer, and took a

bunch of grapes from somewhere on the ground by their foot. They smiled at each other and talked and ate. A midaged man who sat in the seat that beside the driver, now stood up, with his armes folded on his chest , turning back again and again, looking through the front window or staring at some exact spot of the bus，that seemed he was estimating how long the waiting would last.

I watched all these，writing my English article attentively and carefully, the telephone rangs , the end of the wire was my daughter , she asked me the exact spot where I stayed at that time, I did, and she drove her car and arrived about fifteen minutes later .

"Is this the bus to Jincheng? I am coming here to pick up my mother. " A young girl's voice was coming, I raised my head and looked up and saw my daighter with a big smile on her face. Then i happily stood up and wanted to walked down the bus, but at that moment, a man's voice was coming from behind, " can we get a ride ? if you are going to drive to jincheng?" "Ok." withhout any hestitation, We agreeded to each other, the two of them paid us one hundred yuan, my son-in-law drove the four of us from changzhi to jincheng. It took almost an hour to finish this travel.