The programmer and his woman

As expected! Just as I had been worried, the company finally reported the bad news of bankruptcy. This news was like a bolt from the blue, hitting the fragile hearts of every employee hard, and everyone instantly fell into endless despair and helplessness. The office that was once full of vitality and hope has now become lifeless and miserable. Colleagues are silently packing up their belongings, their eyes revealing deep helplessness and confusion, as if they have lost their way forward. The whole scene is extremely depressing and suffocating.

We have been busy making money and working hard, and we have been overwhelmed by countless trivial matters and busy work, and we are almost forgetting our original dreams and expectations. However, when the company declared bankruptcy, we seemed to be suddenly freed from the vortex of busyness and got the long-awaited but long-lost leisure time.

On that charming night filled with warmth and tranquility, he asked cautiously and hesitantly, "Xiaoxia, now that we have more time, should we consider putting marriage on the agenda?"

Xiaoxia's eyes sparkled with anticipation. She nodded slightly, and her gentle voice seemed like the sound of nature entering my ears: "I think so too. We can take this opportunity to renovate our house."

In this way, we started a busy and fulfilling period. During the day, we shuttled between major decoration companies and building materials markets, carefully selecting materials and design solutions suitable for our home. We carefully compared and felt every store and every brand, just to find the most perfect one. Sometimes, we even argued over a tile or a bucket of paint, but this did not affect our relationship. Instead, it made us understand each other's preferences and needs better.

As night falls and the lights of thousands of houses gradually go out, we still sit in front of the computer, concentrating on studying every detail and budget of the decoration. From the color of the wall to the placement of furniture, from the selection of lamps to the matching of curtains, we have poured countless efforts into every detail. Although we are exhausted every day, every time we see that our little home is becoming warm and beautiful bit by bit, all the fatigue disappears in an instant, replaced by a full sense of accomplishment and happiness.

Although it was hard work, we enjoyed it. Because we know that this is not just a simple renovation, but also our vision and expectation for future life. Every decision and every effort will become a testimony of our happy life. And this happiness comes from our common dream and our love for home.

Time passed quietly in our busy life. In a blink of an eye, our house has been completely renovated. Every detail is full of our hard work and expectations, and every corner is full of our love and warmth. Our little home is like a witness to our love, recording every bit of our lives.

Standing in the newly renovated home, Xiaoxia and I smiled at each other. We know that all the efforts and hard work are worth it. Because we have our own little home, a home full of love and warmth. And all this is inseparable from our mutual support and understanding. We look forward to the future and look forward to creating more beautiful memories together in this little home.

However, the subway line that Chang Ge and I once yearned for is still out of reach and cannot be extended to our homes. During this long wait, the only bus line that can connect the city and the suburbs has become crucial. But it is regrettable that this bus line does not seem to bring people the expected convenience and comfort.

The reason why this bus line is special is that its operating rights have fallen into private hands. This model certainly allows operators to have more discretion, but it also brings challenges to the effective supervision and guarantee of service quality. After all, contractors are often more concerned about economic benefits and pay less attention to passengers' travel experience. As a result, the service level of this bus line has been unsatisfactory and cannot meet everyone's expectations.

On this overcrowded bus, passengers often encounter various helpless situations. When the bus is shuttling through the bustling and noisy streets of the city, the driver is relatively law-abiding and stops at every stop to meet the needs of passengers getting on and off. However, once out of the city, the driver seems to break free from his restraints and becomes reckless.

They began to decide whether to stop the bus at will, without considering the feelings and safety of the passengers. This behavior filled the passengers with doubts and dissatisfaction. Among the passengers on this bus, suburban farmers accounted for a large proportion. Most of them were simple, kind and honest, not good at speaking, and rarely expressed their dissatisfaction and demands when faced with injustice. Therefore, even if they were dissatisfied with the driver's behavior, they often chose to endure it silently and swallow their anger.

Perhaps those drivers have seen through this, so they have become more and more aggressive and have driven their vehicles more recklessly according to their personal will. They seem to think that these honest farmers are easy to bully and will not easily resist or complain, so they can do whatever they want.

I have also tried to complain to the transportation department about the violations of this bus route, but every time the staff responded to me that they would order rectification, but no changes were made. This shows that the bus operating department does not want to or cannot manage this kind of contractor.

Judging from the performance of the bus driver, he is most likely the business owner of this route. He has been driving this bus route for many years and knows the operation of this route very well. He knows when passengers will get on the bus and when there are few pedestrians on the road, so even if he continues to drive, he will not be able to pick up many passengers. Therefore, he often chooses to stop halfway and wait for the next wave of passengers to arrive. Although this approach can save him some time and cost, it makes passengers endure the pain of waiting for a long time.

The waiting time is often long and painful. Sometimes you have to wait for half an hour or even an hour for the next bus to arrive. During this time, passengers can only stand on the roadside helplessly, enduring the wind, sun and time. What's worse is that even if you urge the driver to leave as soon as possible, he often ignores you. If you urge him too much, he may even tell you directly that the car is broken and can't continue to drive. At this time, the money you put in the cash box becomes an irreparable loss. Faced with such a situation, passengers often have no choice but to accept it or choose to get off the bus and walk.

This mode of travel is simply not enough for daily travel, let alone going to work. For the sake of life, I can only choose to temporarily buy an electric bicycle as my daily travel tool. But every day, I have to shuttle between the city and the suburbs, and the long commute makes me feel tortured. The three-hour round trip not only makes me lose precious rest time, but also makes me lose patience with life. And my savings on hand are running out because of the renovation of the new home, so I can't buy a car, a more convenient means of transportation. Even if I have enough money, in this city, lottery to buy a car has become an insurmountable threshold. I have been shaking the number for two years, but I haven't won it even once, which makes me feel helpless.

This kind of life of running around day after day is like an endless marathon, which makes me exhausted physically and mentally. City B, the city I once placed my hopes on, has made me feel unprecedented pressure. However, the salary level in City B is far from that in City A.

In this context, Xiaoxia and I began to discuss the plan of returning to City A to work. After all, the salary level there is higher and life is more convenient. However, just when we were about to make a decision, an unfortunate accident happened.

It was a weekend morning, and there were still some furnitures that were not purchased at home. I decided to take advantage of my free time to go to the furniture store and buy a wardrobe for my home. When I was pushing my newly bought electric bicycle to go out, I found that the battery was out of power. After checking it, I found that the battery was stolen.

At that moment, I was filled with annoyance and helplessness. Perhaps it was God's favor that wanted me not to go out today. However, I did not obey God's arrangement and still chose to take the bus to the city. However, the weather that day was very bad, and thick fog filled the entire city.

I got on a bus, which was crowded with passengers immersed in their own worlds. The bus was moving slowly on the city roads, stopping and starting as usual, sometimes speeding up and sometimes slowing down, and soliciting pedestrians on the roadside from time to time.

However, at this moment, a sudden accident broke the peace in the carriage. A large truck loaded with goods, due to the heavy fog that day, the vision was severely obstructed, and the driver did not notice the bus parked in front in time. The truck rushed over without warning like a wild beast out of control and hit the rear of the bus hard.

I was sitting in the last row of the bus, thinking about what kind of wardrobe I should buy. Suddenly, I felt a huge force pushing me on my back, and I lost my balance instantly. Due to inertia, I began to lean forward, and my legs instinctively pushed hard against the seat in front of me to try to stabilize my body. But in the face of this huge impact, I seemed so powerless.

I was still in a state of confusion, thinking that the first impact was the limit, but then, the truck behind me obviously had not braked yet. The second impact was even more violent, and I felt the whole car shaking. The window glass shattered instantly under the impact, and the tempered glass splashed like raindrops, hitting the back of my head hard, and the pain spread throughout my body instantly. At the same time, I also felt a tearing pain in my legs. I think my leg ligaments were strained in the impact.

After two consecutive violent collisions, the rear of the bus was severely deformed and the entire body tilted to one side. Finally, the bus rolled over in a ditch on the side of the road. Fortunately, a big tree on the side of the road supported the bus and prevented it from rolling further, otherwise we would have fallen directly into the deep ditch.

Inside the train, the chaos was like a sandstorm whipped up by the wind, and it could not be calmed down. The screams, cries, and shouts of the passengers intertwined, like a harsh symphony, echoing in the train. I held on to the armrests of the seat tightly, trying to struggle to stand up, but the severe pain in my legs was like thousands of needles piercing me at the same time, making it impossible for me to walk.

I looked up and saw the carriage in a mess. Luggage was scattered all over the floor, seats were overturned, windows were broken, and cold wind mixed with dust rushed in. Some people fell to the ground, blood slowly flowing from their wounds, staining their clothes red; some people hugged their injured companions tightly, comforting them with trembling voices; others were panicking, looking around for a chance to escape.

I took a deep breath, trying to calm my panic. I closed my eyes and tried to calm myself down. But when I tried to stand up, I found that my legs were as heavy as lead and could not support my body. I knew that it was not just the pain in my legs, but that my brain seemed to have no way to support my walking upright.

At this time, I heard the sound of the car door opening. People rushed to the door, scrambling for the chance to escape. The driver didn't seem to be injured. He was about to get up and leave, but as if he had thought of something, he immediately sat back in the driver's seat, then put his head on the steering wheel and pretended that he was knocked unconscious. This acting skill is first-class, and he should be awarded a Golden Image Award. I didn't care to watch the driver's performance anymore, and tried to crawl out. My hands groped on the ground, looking for a support point. Every movement was accompanied by severe pain, but I couldn't stop, because I knew that there was only hope if I escaped.

Finally, I climbed out of the car. I lay on the cold ground, gasping for air. Only then did I realize that I was covered in blood. My clothes were dyed red, like a blood gourd. I reached out and touched the back of my head, and found a hole there, with blood still pouring out. I felt dizzy, but I knew I couldn't just fall down.

I held back the pain, stood up shakily, and looked around in confusion.

The scene in front of me shocked me: the wreckage of vehicles was scattered all over the road, and glass fragments and metal parts were all over the ground, as if they had just experienced a fierce battle. The air was filled with smoke, and the air was filled with a pungent smell of gasoline and burnt smell.

In the distance, the sound of police sirens was getting closer and closer, and the flashing red and blue police lights were faintly visible through the smoke. An indescribable joy surged in my heart, knowing that I was finally saved. At this moment, all the fear and despair were dispelled, replaced by the desire for life and the expectation for the future.