I have boredom disorder

I met Philly on the No. 11 bus, he is my old classmate, four years in college, we are recognized as iron buddies, and even exchange clothes with each other, so we extremely exaggerated to a hug, the fierce envy of the onlookers.

We greeted each other and realized that we were both in Mexico, he was married, and I had a family. So, I tried my best to find out about work, family and children, but unfortunately, we seemed to have a lot less tacit understanding when we used to talk by candlelight at first, and it was over in just a few words.

I was a little embarrassed to look at Philly, and he kept looking out the window, occasionally squeezing a deliberate smile at me. The scene was hard for me, the window was crowded with cabs grabbing lanes, blocking us dead in the middle, and it was hard to climb into a section, just in time for a red light.

The time was hard, and after several failed attempts to start a conversation, I just wanted to get off the bus, but there was a long bridge ahead of me, and, with a toll booth at the bridge, I once waited forty minutes to pay the bridge toll, so I was scared, not because of the bus jam, of course, but because I couldn't face the Philly in front of me.

At the last stop before crossing the bridge, I got up and ran to the door. At the moment I got off the bus, I hurriedly turned around and said hello to Philly, saying I'd get off first and I'd be in touch later. He was standing, carrying a large bag of food in his hand, and said cheerfully, "Okay, let's get together more later. I didn't expect Philly to change so much, Mexico is really refining people ah! It is clear that there is nothing to talk about, he also said more get together. But I do not blame him, I said often contact is also a polite word, so long on the bus, we did not even leave contact information, how to contact!

The sun is blazing, although to walk across the bridge, but my heart relaxed, walking for a while is better than two people staying in the car, besides, the bridge will be charged an extra dollar, I do not lose.

Rarely walk to see the scenery on the bridge, so I could not help but hum a little song, the heart of the plan to cross the bridge to get a dollar to buy a lollipop for my son, the guy will be hugging my neck and kissing hard, ha! I couldn't help but raise the pitch, but what I heard in my ears was not my own voice, one person walking across the bridge was also humming the same ditty, I held up my glasses to take a closer look, my heart heavily "thump", that person was actually Philly, he saw me, immediately also froze.

He actually walked back, no wonder he stood up when I got off, he would rather cross the bridge and then come back than get off with me and then talk for a while. It took a while to get over it, we smiled at each other and said what a coincidence! The kids are waiting for dinner, see you later! After saying that, they fled as if they were going ahead, no one wanted to ask why they were walking such a long distance.

And Philly brushed past that moment, I clearly saw his face more than a trace of vicissitudes, a pair of eyes in the old averted. I know that he is no longer the same, but, I am still the same? The sun has been hiding in the clouds, I still feel hot all over, speed up the pace, just want to hurry up and finish the rest of the bridge, and do not buy lollipops, go straight home, take a good look in the mirror.