The crying of a child on the bus

It was a humid and hot summer night, and the clock had already pointed to after 11pm. I took the last bus, the No.1 bus. The lights outside the car window became blurry in the humid air, and the carriage appeared particularly quiet, with only occasional raindrops and the hustle and bustle of the city at night in the distance.

There weren't many people in the car, only the driver, me, and three other passengers. There is a slight rubber smell emanating from the carriage, intertwined with the moisture outside the windows, creating a unique atmosphere. I found a seat by the window and the car slowly started, heading towards my home.

When the car was driving on an overpass, the tranquility of the night was disrupted by a sudden sound. That was a burst of children's laughter, crisp and cheerful, as if several children were playing and laughing in the carriage. The sound carries a carefree joy, making people unable to help but recall their childhood memories. But when I looked around, there were no children in the car. The only passengers in the carriage were all adults, and everyone's expressions appeared unusually calm.

There were only four people in the car: I sat at the rear door, with a middle-aged man behind me, a young woman sitting on the left side of the front row, and the driver sitting in the driver's seat. We didn't speak to each other, but each person's face showed confusion and unease. The laughter continued to echo, as if spreading throughout the carriage, making people feel waves of unease.

I turned my head to look at the middle-aged man behind me, his face pale and his eyes filled with fear. His hand tightly gripped the armrest, his knuckles turning white, as if trying to suppress his inner fear. His gaze kept wandering inside the carriage, as if searching for the source of the sound.

Did you hear that? "I asked in a low voice, my heart filled with confusion and unease.

The middle-aged man nodded, his eyes fixed on the front of the carriage, clearly feeling the same fear. The atmosphere in the carriage became increasingly heavy, and laughter still echoed in my ears, as if telling some indescribable story. I felt an inexplicable chill and couldn't help but turn to the front, asking the driver if they heard those sounds.

Driver uncle, "I shouted cautiously," did you hear that? There seems to be a little doll playing around in the car

The driver's face instantly became solemn, his hands tightly gripping the steering wheel, and a hint of panic flashed in his eyes. The car suddenly slammed on the brake, and the passengers in the compartment were thrown forward by intense inertia, almost hitting the front of the car. The sudden braking of the car made everything inside the cabin chaotic, and the car ahead also came to a sudden stop, as if responding to the sudden sound of brakes.

The carriage regained a moment of silence, and the driver's breathing was rapid and urgent. He was clearly startled by the sudden brake just now. After the car started again, there was a deeper silence in the carriage. The driver's face remained pale as he spoke in a low and suppressed voice, "Do you know that a very tragic incident once happened in this car

We all held our breath, waiting for his next message. At that moment, the air in the carriage seemed to freeze, and everyone was waiting for the driver's words.

The driver continued, "A few years ago, there was an accident on this car. A two-year-old doll was playing around in the car, standing on the seat. The car window was completely open, and suddenly the car slammed on the brakes, causing the doll to fall out of the window. The car on the left didn't have time to brake, and the doll was crushed to death

The driver's voice was filled with helplessness and sadness, and deep apologies and guilt were evident in his eyes. The people in the carriage all showed shocked and uneasy expressions upon hearing the driver's words. The child's laughter seemed to echo in the carriage, with an indescribable strangeness and sadness.

I never dared to tell everyone about this, "the driver continued," but the soul of that child seems to still be in this car. Sometimes, we hear his laughter, as if he continues to play in the car

The carriage fell into a deep silence. The child's laughter seemed to still echo in their ears, exuding an indescribable sense of terror and sadness. Everyone's face was filled with shock and unease, and they remained silent, as if trying to digest the driver's words.

The car drove out of the overpass, and the city scenery outside the window gradually became blurred. The air at night is filled with moisture, and the lights inside the carriage flicker unpredictably, as if reflecting our inner fears and anxieties.

After driving for a while, the street ahead became quiet and open. The atmosphere inside the carriage remained heavy, and no one spoke again. The driver also seemed to be lost in thought, holding the steering wheel in a particularly heavy position.

The car finally arrived at the terminal, and I got off the car, still filled with shock and fear from what I had just experienced. The night air was filled with a strange atmosphere, as if the laughter of that little doll was still echoing in my ears..

Since that day, every time I pass by that overpass, I can't help but think of that night and that burst of laughter. Perhaps that little doll was reminding us in its own way not to forget his short and innocent life.