I failed the college entrance examination, and I had nothing to do at home, and I was depressed all day long. My father riding a tricycle said to me one day: “Start with me from tomorrow!” Although I was 10,000 reluctant, but looking at my father’s rickety back, what else can I say?

After a month, I will have to leave the car alone. I think that during the day I might encounter many acquaintances who can’t save their face. I insisted on running the night shift. My father considered it and finally agreed. my request. In fact, it is very lonely to run the night shift by yourself. Sometimes, in order to wait for a business, he often waits helplessly and boringly at the door of dance halls and bars until late. Moreover, I often take some secluded trails according to the requirements of the guests, so I don’t have the courage to go out to run the night shift. I relied on my youth and vigor, and often other tricycle drivers went home to sleep. , Is often the last one to go home.

In the blink of an eye, it was late autumn. At about 12 o’clock that night, the other coachmen had all gone. I saw that it was not early, and when I was about to go home, I came out of the bar. A couple got into my car, and I boarded my baby three rounds very skillfully at the address they said, while secretly thanking that I didn’t wait in vain today.

There was no one on the road at this time, only the autumn wind was blowing the rustling of the sycamore leaves on both sides of the street. In this small town, after midnight, the municipal administration office usually turns off the street lights in order to save some electricity bills, so the streets are also completely dark at this time. The couple was talking affectionately and quietly along the way, and occasionally heard the girl behind them laughter, which sounded particularly loud and crisp in this silent late night.
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There is a three-way intersection in front of me. The man behind the car told me to turn the alley in front and walk in for about four or five minutes to reach the destination. I turned into the alley, and to my surprise, there was a dim yellow street light on the corner deep in the alley. Although it looks very lonely and lonely in this late autumn night, to me the dim light can bring infinite warmth to those who return at night. As soon as I turned into the alley, the couple in the car stopped talking, became very quiet, and stopped making any noise. I guess they also felt the warmth brought to us by this small street lamp.

At this time, only my baby Sancha made a “creak” sound.

A little black figure passed by my car with a “swish”. I was taken aback and looked intently. It turned out to be a wild cat. It quickly disappeared. Under the street light in front…
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Then we heard a few low meows. It’s strange that the sound is full of pain and sorrow. The cat is really a human animal. This cat barks like a child’s cry… I want to listen more carefully, but it’s a pity that the cat has probably gone far. , The sound disappeared. In the carThe couple whispered a few words when they heard the cat barking. What did they say? I did not hear clearly.

When my car was about to turn the hutong entrance, I took a close look at this street lamp. The street lamp was not high, and the straight pole was already rusty. The top is bent into a beautiful arc, and a chrysanthemum-shaped lampshade is installed at the end of the arc.

After the guests arrived home, I hurried home tiredly in the face of the rustling autumn wind. Passing through the alley when you came, you turn around the road. Thinking of the look my father was looking forward to, I couldn’t help but stomped on a few feet…

As soon as I looked up, there was the street lamp in front of me. From a distance I saw that I was standing under the dim street lamp. Alone, who is standing here at so late? I was thinking. When I looked up again, it was strange, there was nothing.

Could it be that my eyes are dazzling, my heart is tight, I stopped the car, immediately took off my glasses and blew the dust on the mirror, then rubbed my eyes vigorously and put on my glasses Look again, there is really nothing… “Damn, it scared me, it seems that the broken glasses really need to be changed.” I muttered to myself.

I continue to walk forward, stepping on the car and humming a small song to embolden myself…