An adventure with her on a train

There are all kinds of encounters, adventures, and encounters in our lives.
The busy ramp, the flow of people passing by, and the ever-changing journey of life. Whoever encounters someone inadvertently will be an episode in our lives. Who dialed the frequency of our encounter? Who is it that teases our eager minds?
How many beautiful accidents are there in this world? How many heart-wrenching songs are there? Long and profound but smiling.
For this journey, I had to queue up to buy the train tickets for which station in advance. I queued up at the waiting hall to check in at around three o'clock yesterday afternoon. People come and go, cars come and go, people go south, north, east, and west, bumping along the way non-stop. Running around the station and crowded in the carriage.
It's another year of working outside, which not only reminds me of the sentence in my song, “How many people are still on the road, how many people are still struggling to go out; the train slowly entered the station, and many people had already lined up, ready to enter the station to check in. Suddenly, someone tapped me on the shoulder. It was a girl's crisp, gentle and soft voice. Can you help me pick up the box? Look? She was still holding a mask in her hand. I said, "I don't bring much. I don't like to go home with big bags. It's better to bring more money."
I helped her carry the suitcase into the carriage. The aisle seemed very narrow. There were large and small luggage on both sides of the aisle, and there were people standing next to each other. I squeezed in after the people in front of me, but luckily there was a small space in the middle. She followed me closely, looking around a little flattered. I helped her find a place to put the suitcase, and gave her an OK sign. She kept saying thank you, and then I calmed down and took a closer look at her. She was of medium height and thin, wearing a black top hat on her head, with long black hair hanging vertically on her shoulders. Her oval face should be said to be a good-looking bean paste face. She is fair-skinned, has big eyes and a high nose, and has a delicate and gentle smile. There is a hint of melancholy in her eyes. She also smiled at me several times, and I avoided it when our eyes met. She wore a black coat, a black down jacket, and black jeans. The black boots gave me a sense of purity and freshness. She was playing with her phone, smiling all the way, and her smiling expression concealed an unspoken expression. She also secretly looked at me many times during the journey. I took out the notebook I brought with me and played the song "Is it Really Wrong to Love Someone?"
Yes, there are such unspoken emotions hidden in the world of mortals, and there are destiny and destiny in the world of mortals. The faint fragrance in the air is just a constant stream of passers-by, maybe it's a rush to help others.
The train is about to arrive at Beijing West Station. I pack up my things and put her suitcase in front of me. She doesn't look anxious at all, and she is still fiddling with the thin white mobile phone with a light and delicate screen. I glance at her and she notices. , don't move, I'll just carry it over to you, she smiled and thanked you repeatedly, it was so crisp and sweet. After we got off the train, I helped her hold the box, and I even said jokingly: You are so good, you feel relieved to leave the luggage to me. She smiled and said thank you after walking a few floors. In fact, I have many things to ask her, and I want to give her her contact information. I didn't ask her anything. I was so respectful to her that I couldn't think of anything like this. It was just an adventure on the train. Is there anyone to pick you up? She said no, just take a taxi home.
I got on the bus back to my station and looked at the bustling city. I felt a little lost. Then I thought about how this adventure with her might be sorted out naturally in the human world.
And because of this huge variety of encounters, I felt momentary sadness. Perhaps this is a manifestation of human emotion, a fresh emotional flame.
Perhaps you just want to find a kind of solace in a stressful situation. Sometimes I drift away with the waves in this rolling world of mortals.