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The driver observed Anthon in such pain through the rearview mirror and couldn't help but reveal a faint smile. He tried to ease the heaviness with a relaxed atmosphere. The driver spoke slowly, his voice calm and humane: "Oh... Brother, don't worry, no matter what time it is now, no one cares whether you are gay, bisexual or asexual, okay? These days Who doesn't have some weird quirks? Just don't do anything weird! What's the point of being calm and tolerant? However, this attempt does not seem to have the desired effect for Anthon. 's emotions were still high, but he felt even more excited after hearing the driver's words. He turned to the driver sharply, with obvious anxiety and confusion in his eyes, and his voice was filled with eagerness for clarification and the pain of not being understood. : "Brother! That's not what I care about. I...I'm really not gay!" He was almost defending, trying to prove his sexual orientation to this strange driver, and even to himself, while also silently cried out in protest at being misunderstood.
The vehicle slowly drove onto the overpass, with heavy traffic ahead causing the speed to slow down, even coming to a stop at times. The driver looked into the rearview mirror, making eye contact with Anthon. His face still carried a hint of a smile, and this time his tone carried a relaxed philosophy, as if trying to reach the unsolved mystery in Anthon's heart through words.
"Even though you claim not to be homosexual... you still can't explain why you feel that palpitation in your heart... right?" The driver's voice was calm and slightly provocative. He continued, "Facing that handsome young man just now, you still feel that pounding sensation in your heart, and you can't understand... so you fear... you avoid... you ignore, right?
These words were like a gust of cold wind, piercing through the warmth of the carriage and striking Anthon's heart. After listening, Anthon felt as if his whole being had been laid bare, his inner defenses gradually stripped away in this casual conversation. Though the driver's words were direct, they invisibly touched upon his unspoken and tangled emotions. Anthon's gaze began to wander, silently staring at the gradually blurred city lights outside the window, a vague and indescribable emotion surging within him.
After a moment, Anthon took a deep breath, attempting to detach himself from this sudden psychological analysis. His voice, slightly hoarse, responded, "Perhaps, I... I am indeed avoiding some things. But that doesn't mean I'm willing to be defined by labels or be influenced by others' assumptions." His words carried a new sense of determination, a courage to explore and accept self-awareness.
The driver listened to Anthon's response and laughed. His laughter revealed a profound wisdom: "Haha... brother, indeed one should not be trapped by labels, but on the contrary, you should not be trapped by labels either.
The driver continued, his voice calm and encouraging: "Open your heart... one day, perhaps you will understand." As he spoke, he smiled meaningfully, a smile that seemed to contain an understanding and acceptance of the countless possibilities in life.
Anthon Listening to these words, there was a sense of unease in his heart. Although the driver's words were simple, they seemed like a key that had touched a part of him that had never been reached before. He felt that the driver, in some way, seemed to thoroughly understand his contradictions and troubles. This feeling of being understood made him feel both relieved and at a loss.
The scenery outside the car window flew by in the night, and Anthon sat quietly, his thoughts being gently sorted out by the night breeze. He didn't speak anymore, but silently reflected on the driver's words, trying to find his direction in these simple yet profound observations.
The taxi slowly descended from the overpass, its wheels gently trembling along the winding road as it swiftly moved along the riverbank. Inside the car, aside from the occasional slight bump as the wheels rolled over uneven road surfaces, the two people remained silent throughout the journey. In the darkness of the night, the river water shimmered with a faint light outside the window, as if silently witnessing the atmosphere of silence inside the car.
Anthon sat on the soft cushion, his body gently swaying with the rhythm of the vehicle, while his thoughts extended boundlessly in this silence. He reflected on his recent behavior, realizing that he may have indeed acted too childishly. In his interaction with Haohao, his excitement and unease may have made Haohao feel awkward or even uncomfortable. A wave of self-blame surged in Anthon's heart as he began to realize that in their friendship, he might be the one who had disrupted all the relationships and balance.
Thinking of this, Anthon couldn't help but sigh deeply. He closed his eyes, trying to sort out his emotions in this moment of tranquility. He thought of Haohao's understanding and support all along, as well as the troubles and pressures he might have caused the other person, feeling a hint of guilt in his heart.
As the vehicle continued to move forward in the night, Anthon's thoughts were like this unknown road, full of confusion and exploration. He secretly made up his mind that no matter what the future holds, he must learn to handle his emotions more maturely to avoid once again affecting the precious friendship between him and Haohao. This reflection, though painful, is also part of his growth. Anthon knows that this will be an important step for him to become a better version of himself.
The vehicle traveled quickly and finally arrived at Anthon's doorstep. As the engine gently trembled, the car slowly came to a stop and then halted completely. Anthon took out his wallet from his pocket, preparing to pay the fare. The driver turned around and glanced at him, stating the cost: "A total of two hundred and thirty-five!"
Anthon handed three hundred dollars to the driver, who took the money and began to give change. During this process, Anthon suddenly felt a strange sense of closeness and trust, perhaps because the driver's words had given him some room for thought, or perhaps the night's experiences had made him feel the need to seek some external advice.
While the driver was busy looking for change, Anthon whispered, "Brother... what do you think I should do?" His voice was low, tinged with a hint of confusion and a plea for help. This statement was not just an expression of the emotional entanglement just now, but more like seeking a guiding light from a stranger who has experienced the world.
The driver stopped his hands and turned to look into Anthon's eyes, pondering for a moment. His eyes were full of sympathy and understanding, then he slowly spoke with a gentle, fatherly tone, "Brother, there are no absolute answers in life. When facing difficulties, it's most important to listen to your inner voice. Don't be afraid to make choices, whatever you choose, it's for a better version of yourself."
Anthon listened to the driver's words and felt a warm surge in his heart. Although the problem still had no clear answer, these words were like a lighthouse shining in his mind, reminding him to find his direction in the confusion. He nodded slightly, thanking the driver's words and feeling a little comforted in his heart.
Later, the driver handed the money back to Anthon and said with a smile, "Remember, no matter what, be brave, and everything will be okay." Anthon took the money, took a deep breath, pushed open the car door, and walked towards the door of his home. His steps were firmer than when he came in, and although there was still some confusion in his heart, he now had the strength to move forward.
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