Chapter 32 Chapter Eight - Ming Jing, you are also a depressed person

The train pulled into the station, and everyone flocked to get on the train. Quan timidly followed the crowd and got on the train. The carriage was very crowded, Tsuen could barely stand. Through the car window, I saw Quan grasping the armrest of the seat with both hands, shrinking his body, dodging people walking around. Tsuen raised his head, looked out of the car, and searched frantically. I crossed the yellow line on the platform, walked to the closest distance to her, and smiled. I pressed down a few times with the palms of both hands down, signaling her not to be nervous. Tsuen nodded, but his eyes were still loose, and he seemed a little panicked.

It seems to be a frightened kitten, hunched over and hiding from the rain under the eaves. The platform manager waved his hand and told me to back off. I looked at him, he was the one who lectured me when I jumped off the car last time. When I was doubting whether he could still recognize me, the train started and I seemed to see a drop of water. Is it raindrops falling from the eaves?Or the teardrops falling from the corners of Tsuen's eyes? kitten?Tsuen?raindrop?teardrop? I spent two carriages thinking about what this drop of water is? It took another two carriages, hesitating what to do?

"It's not raining now, and there are no kittens here." I whispered secretly. Then I sprang into motion, skirting the platform master, and the sound of the whistle behind me. Another trash can, two pillars, and three people flashed by. Run, accelerate, aim, inhale, air, grab. I jumped on the train. "You...do you have qinggong?" A high school student in uniform standing between the carriages with a green schoolbag on his back asked me in surprise. The easy-open can of drink in his hand fell off and spilled all over the floor. "Your Excellency has good eyesight. I belong to the Wudang sect, and this trick is called Ti Yunzong."

I took a breath and smiled. I went through several carriages, how many there are, I don't know. Like an eel between rivers and seas, I am migrating. "I'm here." I squeezed to Tsuen's side, patted her on the shoulder, and said with a smile. "Yeah." Tsuen turned her head, her hands were still holding on to the handrail, and the corners of her mouth were raised. "You don't seem surprised." "I'm sure you'll be in the car." "You knew I'd hop on a train?" "I don't know." Tsuen shook his head, "I only know that you will get in the car."

"If you believe this way, it's easy to kill someone." I said with a smile. "Can I... hold you?" "sure." Tsuen let go of his right hand, lightly grabbed my clothes near the belt, and turned to face me. I took Tsuen's black handbag and held it in my left hand. "Huh? Your eyes are dry." "I'm not crying, of course my eyes are dry." "I forgot that I have deep myopia, and I still trust my eyes." "Ok?" "It's okay." I smiled, "You can hold on tighter, the car often shakes." "You were on the platform just now, were you looking at your right shoe?"

"Ok." "what does that mean?" "Sad." Tsuen glanced at me and was stunned for a few seconds, her nose was flushed and her eye sockets were slightly moist. "Sorry. I know I was wrong." "Ok." "What about looking at the shoe on the left?" "Still sad." "Are they all the same?" "Ordinary people can be divided into males and females, but sad people can be divided into left and right?" Tsuen finally laughed after finishing speaking. As the train swayed from side to side, Tsuen's right hand would often touch my body.

Although the clothes are still separated, Tsuen always smiles shyly and occasionally says sorry. Later Tsuen's left hand also grabbed my clothes. "Tired?" "Yeah." Tsuen nodded. "It's almost here, don't worry." "Well. I'm not worried about you here." When we arrived in Kaohsiung, we left the train station, and I accompanied Tsuen to wait for the bus. When the bus was approaching, I asked Tsuen: "Do you still believe that I will get in the car this time?" "Why do you ask?" "The doors are closed when the bus is moving, so I can't jump on it."

"Hehe, you go back. You are tired too." "You can call me anytime of the night. Do you know?" "Ok." The bus pulls up and opens the door. "We will meet again, don't worry." I handed Tsuen's bag to Tsuen. "En." Tsuen took the bag, bowed and saluted. "When you get in the car, don't look at me." "Well. Don't look at the car, either." "it is good." Tsuen got into the car, waved to me by the car door, and I nodded. I turned around and walked a few steps, but couldn't help but look back.

Tsuen just turned his head in his seat. After looking at each other for a few seconds, the car moved, and Tsuen smiled and waved again. It wasn't until the bus left that I walked into the train station and returned to Tainan. After leaving the station, the locomotive was gone. Looking at the ground, there was a pile of white chalk writing. In a group of numbers, I started to look for my car number, as if looking at the list. Well, that's right, I really got the title on the gold list. The exams are not so good. If you park illegally, you will win a lottery. It is really a sad world.

The towing yard is just across the alley from my house. I don't know if this coincidence is luck or misfortune. Unfortunately, I can't just park anywhere near my house. Fortunately, it was not necessary to travel very far to collect the car that had been hoisted away. The towing fee is 200 yuan, the storage fee is 50 yuan, and the fine for illegal parking is 600 yuan. Plus round-trip ticket costs 190 yuan, platform tickets 6 yuan, a total of 1046 yuan. Sure enough, you can't make a joke. The value of this joke exceeds 1,000 yuan. Later, Tsuen would occasionally call the assistant's office, and I would put down what I was doing and talk to her.

Tsuen not only has no mask in the text, but also her voice, so it is easy for me to know her mood. Even with all her mood swings, they were very mild. Just like water, whether it is rough or calm, the water temperature does not change. Sometimes when she is bored with writing, I will talk about my time as a tutor and cram school teacher. My tutoring students are two Guoyi students, one wears glasses and the other does not. In the first class, to test their level, I asked them: "What is one half plus one half?" "Report to the teacher, the answer is two-quarters." The student without glasses replied. Before I could scream, the student wearing glasses immediately went on to say, "Wrong! Two-quarters can still be divided, so the answer is one-half." "You are better," I pointed at the student wearing glasses, "you know how to score." It seems that no matter how badly I teach, they have little room to retreat. I can't help feeling sad. It is very interesting to teach in a cram school, and the students come for the examinations of public agency recruiters. Most of the students are older than me, and there are many people in their 30s and 40s. The first time I went to class, I was wearing jeans and a T-shirt, walked up to the podium, and picked up the microphone. "Hey! Boy! Where are you from? What are you doing standing on the stage? Do you need a beating?" A 30-year-old man in the audience pointed at me and asked loudly. "I'm a teacher." I pointed to my nose. "Liar Xiao! If you are a teacher, then I am the president." After he finished speaking, the students in the audience roared with laughter. "This good man, even if you are the president, you have to obediently call me teacher here." "Great! You kid has a seed, call your teacher and I will recognize it." There are about two hundred students in my cram school, covering everything. There are students who have just graduated; office workers who want to change jobs; and housewives who want to work. One woman took her six-year-old girl to class with her. Their purpose is just to pursue a more stable public job, after all, the economy is not good. The quality of students may be good or bad, but there is no distinction between seriousness. In the classroom, I am the teacher; But for the wisdom of life, I am their student. Although there are part-time jobs such as tutors and cram school teachers, staying in school as a research assistant is not a long-term solution after all. It seems that Bo Sen is not very happy with his work in Kaohsiung. Brother Ziyao is happy with the situation, even if the work on the construction site is very heavy, he is always happy. Senior sister Xiuzhi is relatively stable. After finishing her internship as a teacher, she will find a formal teaching position. As for Ming Jing, the number of times I saw her was less than before. During the month when I couldn't find a job, Mingjing always advised me not to be impatient, but to take my time. When I started working as a research assistant, Mingjing didn't say much, just said that there was a job. Because both Mingjing and I know that the job of research assistant is only temporary and not stable. Although Mingjing's home is in Keelung, the city of rain, she always brings sunshine to me. When the weather started to turn cold that year, I ran into Mingjing in the living room. Ming Jing rested her chin on her right hand and tilted her head, as if she was in deep thought or bored. When meditating, the palm of the right hand resting on the chin is very light, so the cheeks are less likely to be sunken. But if it is boredom, apply more force with the right palm, and the cheeks will be sunken. I guess Ming Jing belongs to boredom. "Auntie, long time no see." I sat down beside Mingjing. "Give me five yuan." Ming Jing spread the palm of her left hand. "why?" "Because you haven't seen me for a long time, so you have to give me five dollars." "You can speak louder." "Give-me-five-dollar-money-!" "You turned white." I laughed. "Is the work going well?" Ming Jing sat up straight and asked me. "Well, everything is fine. How about you?" "I'm fine. It's just a dissertation topic, and I'm struggling." "What is the topic of your thesis?" "research about" "real or fake?" "Hehe, it's fake." Ming Jing smiled happily. Although Mingjing's laughter is soft, it is very loud, obviously different from Tsuen's. When Ming Jing was speaking, I thought of Tsuen, which made me fall into a state of stillness again. "Guer, why are you in a daze?" "Oh. It's okay." I came back to my senses, "I just think your laughter sounds good." "Really?" "Mmm. Sweet but not greasy, soft but not soft, fragrant but not choking, beautiful but not colorful, light but not thin." "Any more?" Ming Jing asked with a smile. "Your laughter can be described as the best of the best. This sound should only be heard in the sky, and how often do you hear it in the world." After I finished speaking, Mingjing looked at me and said nothing. "What's wrong?" "Come on, thank you." "Why do you say thank you?" "You know I'm in a bad mood, that's why you tease me." "Should you be troubled by the thesis?" "Ok." "Don't worry. You see, I'm such a jerk, I'm still graduating." "No one can accuse you of being an asshole, not even yourself." Mingjing raised her tone. "why?" "You are also working hard to find a job. It's just that you have bad luck and haven't found a suitable one." "aunt……" "Well, it's not your fault that you can't find a steady job. Got it?" "Ok." "You are still young. When the economy improves, there will be many job opportunities." "Thank you, Auntie." "Not to say thank you, but to say sorry." "why?" "You just said that you were an asshole, shouldn't you apologize?" "Hmm. I said the wrong thing, sorry." "Are you hungry? Let's go eat." Ming Jing finally slowed down her tone. "it is good." "You can't be harsh on yourself anymore, you know?" "Auntie, give me some face." "what are you saying?" "I should be the one to comfort you today, how could it be your turn to encourage me?" "Fool." Ming Jing tapped my head, "It's time to eat!" Mingjing is like this, even if she is depressed, she will not treat me like a trash can. She always emits light and heat, trying to shine and warm me. Mingjing, you only know to burn yourself in order to produce light and heat. But have you ever considered whether you will overheat yourself due to constant burning? Mingjing, you are also a depressed person.