[Original Novel] Running in Opposite Directions (Part Two)
I sat crouched on the steps of the bus station square, coldly observing these travelers with their large and small bundles hurrying past me in a cloud of dust. Their weary footsteps were laid bare in the city's drowsy gaze.
In the cool early morning of late summer, there would occasionally be a few elderly people shuffling along the street, their faces like a spring breeze wrinkling an entire pond. One hand holding a basket, the other leading a little dog, they strolled by absentmindedly, bright green scallion leaves bouncing outside the basket with each step of the elder.
There were groups of two or three such elders, one after another.
My eyes were still following the bouncing scallion leaves.
For safety's sake, I placed all my luggage in front of my feet, not allowing them to leave my sight for a moment.
It wasn't because I was nervous, but then again, could there be any other reason?
Back home, I had heard that the tricks in big cities were strange and unpredictable, making them impossible to guard against. As for someone like me, with my puny arms, I was nothing more than the final, pleasing-to-the-eye dessert served at the end of a meal in a restaurant -- the fruit platter.
An indispensable form of entertainment.
Although my IQ had always been at the forefront when crossing the narrow bridge with a thousand troops and ten thousand horses, and even in moments of crisis, it still held high the bright revolutionary banner, its audacious spirit reaching a hundred percent index. When others showed their awkward expressions after falling into traps, I remained steadfast, leading the charge forward bravely. However, my EQ was absolutely not something I could boast about. As our grade twelve homeroom teacher once said, if I got scammed, it was merely a normal performance of personal ability, proof that my basic skills were well practiced.