BS Chapter 1

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Jiang Xiaohui gets on the bus early, gets off late, and loves sitting in the last row.

One time, Jiang Xiaohui was daydreaming on the bus when a pair of black leather shoes appeared in his line of sight. A deep voice asked, "Excuse me, is the seat inside taken?"

That was the first time Jiang Xiaohui saw Peng Feng. The man was dressed in a suit and tie. Even in the crowded bus, he appeared composed, as if strolling leisurely through a garden.

Peng Feng got off one stop before Jiang Xiaohui, at a tech park full of IT and high-tech companies, home to some of the nation's top 500 enterprises.

Peng Feng looked like a typical elite—someone who didn’t belong on public transport. So Jiang Xiaohui thought to himself: "I probably won’t see him on this bus again."

But Jiang Xiaohui was wrong.

One day, he saw Peng Feng again.

The stop where Peng Feng got on was always crowded.

Jiang Xiaohui, along with the other passengers already seated, leisurely watched the people squeezing onto the bus. And then, among the crowd, he spotted that familiar face—the man who had once spoken to him.

As he sat there, Jiang Xiaohui shamelessly took the opportunity to steal glances at Peng Feng.

Peng Feng stood on the outer edge of the crowded section. Suddenly, he looked up, gazing toward the back of the bus, and their eyes met.

For a split second, Jiang Xiaohui panicked. Had his staring been too obvious? Too intense? Had Peng Feng noticed?

He quickly averted his eyes, pretending to be looking at the scenery outside.

Later, when Jiang Xiaohui sneakily glanced around, he noticed that others were also looking at the crowded boarding scene below. Feeling relieved, he thought, "My reaction shouldn’t have been too weird."

And so, Jiang Xiaohui secretly memorized Peng Feng’s boarding stop.

At some point, Jiang Xiaohui realized he often encountered a handsome young man on his daily commute—the same man who had once asked about the seat.

Peng Feng always stood nearby, within Jiang Xiaohui's line of sight.

Jiang Xiaohui was thrilled—this vantage point made it easy for him to steal glances at Peng Feng.

Their workplaces must have been close, their work hours similar, because almost every morning and evening, they ended up on the same bus.

Jiang Xiaohui was into men—specifically, Peng Feng’s type—so he started paying more attention to him.

Peng Feng got on the bus later than Jiang Xiaohui and got off earlier.

This routine delighted Jiang Xiaohui—it meant he could watch Peng Feng for the entirety of his bus ride without missing a single moment.

Peng Feng’s boarding stop was in a bustling area, where many wealthy people lived. Those who could afford cars drove, while those who couldn’t had no choice but to wait for the bus.

Jiang Xiaohui observed that sometimes, Peng Feng would rush onto the bus enthusiastically.

Other times, he would stand below, scanning the interior as if evaluating whether squeezing in was worth the trouble before deciding to board.

Sometimes, when the crowd was overwhelming, Peng Feng remained unhurried. Jiang Xiaohui would grow anxious on his behalf, worrying that he might not make it onto the bus.

But somehow, Peng Feng always succeeded in getting on.

One evening, on his way home, Jiang Xiaohui noticed something unusual.

The bus had reached Peng Feng’s usual stop, but Peng Feng hadn’t gotten off.

A thought crossed Jiang Xiaohui’s mind (or maybe it was just impulse?): "I have time anyway. Let’s see where he’s going."

The bus continued past stop after stop. When it reached Jiang Xiaohui’s stop, Peng Feng still hadn’t moved.

Since Peng Feng didn’t get off, Jiang Xiaohui decided to stay on as well.

The bus went all the way to the final stop, and still, Peng Feng hadn’t moved.

By now, only three people remained on the bus—Jiang Xiaohui, Peng Feng, and the driver.

Jiang Xiaohui glanced outside. "..."

The final stop was in a remote area. He had never been there before.

From the driver’s seat, a voice shouted, "End of the line! Everyone off!"

Both Jiang Xiaohui and Peng Feng silently stood up.

As they stepped off the bus, Peng Feng suddenly turned and asked, "You live out here?"

Jiang Xiaohui was startled and shook his head. "No, I… I zoned out and missed my stop. Uh, what about you…?"

For a moment, Jiang Xiaohui thought Peng Feng’s face darkened.

Peng Feng replied in a steady voice, "I’m waiting for someone."

Then, he pulled out his phone and made a call, asking someone to come pick him up.

Jiang Xiaohui, meanwhile, was busy admiring Peng Feng’s posture as he made the call, thinking, "Damn, he looks good doing that."

After hesitating, Jiang Xiaohui hopped back onto the bus, paid the fare again, and sat in the last row—parallel to where Peng Feng stood outside.

As the bus pulled away, Jiang Xiaohui turned back to glance at him.

Peng Feng was still standing there.

Alone.

Jiang Xiaohui had the sudden urge to get off and keep him company, but since the bus had already started moving, stopping now would only earn him a scolding from the driver.

Besides, they barely knew each other. Jumping off to keep a stranger company would be weird, right?

But…

He talked to me first!

As the bus rumbled on, Jiang Xiaohui thought, "Even though we didn’t talk much, even though it was just small talk… at least now, I know his name."

After that, they started talking more.

Sometimes, when the seat beside Jiang Xiaohui was empty, Peng Feng would sit down.

The bus seats were narrow.

Jiang Xiaohui noticed how uncomfortable Peng Feng looked, his long legs unable to stretch. So, the next time Peng Feng approached, Jiang Xiaohui scooted inward to make room.

Then, he looked up and smiled at Peng Feng.

The first time he did this, Peng Feng seemed momentarily stunned.

But he quickly regained composure, gave a polite smile, and said softly, "Thank you."

Though sitting inside was cramped and uncomfortable, Jiang Xiaohui thought:

"So worth it."

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