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I remember that the last time, this young couple only had a quarrel and did not get into a physical fight. This means that after I got off the train, something must have happened that I was unaware of. These events might be the key to why I cannot leave this place!
I quietly noted the passengers from the previous ride, hoping to find some clues among them.
“Mom, I want some candy.”
Just as I was carefully observing the people around me, the little girl sitting across from me suddenly spoke up. Her mother pulled out a glass jar from her bag.
“There’s none here, stop looking,” the girl’s mother said impatiently.
I noticed that the man next to the little girl’s mother suddenly changed his expression. He reached out and shoved the woman hard.
“What do you mean by that?”
The woman stumbled back, nearly falling over.
“You know exactly what you’ve done!”
The man glared at her through gritted teeth.
I was stunned by this scene, standing frozen in place, not even noticing when the train doors closed. It wasn’t until the jar in the girl’s hand fell to the ground with a crisp sound that I snapped back to reality.
I turned to look and found that everyone around was curiously watching them.
“Little girl, is your phone okay?” The elderly woman who had just spoken picked up a phone and asked with concern.
"I paid for it, so what do you mean by 'it's nothing'?"
The girl's mother spoke harshly, glaring at her.
"Hey, how can you talk like that? My old lady here is just concerned because your phone got broken. Why are you acting like a dog biting Lu Dongbin?"
The old man standing next to the elderly woman was displeased, snorting and glaring.
"Forget it, we're in the same car, so let's not bother with her."
The elderly woman pulled the old man back and smiled nonchalantly.
"Here you go, little girl."
She took out some jelly she had with her and handed it to the little girl.
"Mom, this auntie gave me jelly!"
The little girl happily accepted the jelly.
"Smack!"
The girl's mother slapped the back of the little girl's hand.
"You take things from others without fear? What if a kidnapper takes you away?"
I looked at her and then glanced towards the umbrella.
If I remembered correctly, that umbrella should now be right by my feet.
It turned out that everything at this bus station was exactly the same.
Even the things they said and did were identical.
I watched as the train doors were about to close and took a deep breath.
I stepped towards the door, deciding not to go back.
No matter what I would encounter if I returned,
I don't want to go through this again. This time, I head to the train on the opposite platform. Standing on the platform, I wait for the next train. My mind is racing with thoughts on how to resolve these recurring people and events. I am certain that among these individuals and occurrences, there is something hidden that I need to uncover.
When I step into the carriage for the fifth time, I find everyone still in the same positions as before. The young couple is still arguing, the woman holding a child remains seated in the center of the carriage. The elderly man dozing off is still in his spot on the far left. The man playing on his phone occupies his usual place on the right. The migrant worker is still huddled in the corner, curled up tightly. The woman in a black suit and short skirt is still grappling with a man.
I watch them quietly as I make my way to my seat and sit down. "Mommy, I want some candy," a little girl says, reaching out for it but unable to grasp it. Just as the candy is about to fall, I stretch out my hand and catch it.
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