Today, it is my last day to work.
I don’t want to continue this job anymore, I must leave this city.
I drove a bus and drove on the route to the beach, the mountain side of the road, the sea in the distance…I all Tired of looking.
The climate here is not for me, the people here are not for me, the things here are not for me…
Maybe I shouldn’t have come to this place at all. www.guidaye.com
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All the days I live here are not easy, in this place I haven’t had a luck.
But I actually stayed in this unlucky place for almost 7 years…seven years, how many years can a person have in a lifetime?
Why didn’t I leave this place earlier? Why have I been depressed for so long in this city that doesn’t belong to me?
Maybe it’s because of Ali, Ali made me stay in this place for so long.
I was just a bus driver six years ago, when I met Ali.
Ali is a girl with a very good appearance ─ and the only beautiful girl who will laugh at my humble bus driver, I take my 320 bus to work at noon every day, but I never see her get off work in my car.
I quietly inquired about it, knowing that she used to work in a supermarket and only got off work at 9 o’clock every night, and the last bus I drove was The class is half past eight.
Finally one day, while the squad leader of the bus dispatching station was away, I had the courage to secretly reopen the bus that just entered the warehouse come out.