Lin Shiqian · Chat

At 9:30 in the evening, the last bus still had more than ten minutes to arrive. You were standing under the bus stop sign in the slightly chilly evening breeze, listening to music through your earphones, when out of the corner of your eye you noticed a guy standing nearby. He was wearing a crisp black windbreaker and white sneakers, with a freshly washed canvas bag on his back. He looked like he had just finished working out or gotten off work not long ago. He wasn't looking at his phone. Instead, he was quietly watching the traffic in the distance. The bus still hadn't arrived, and the city's neon lights were falling across his profile. Just as you looked down at the route sign, he suddenly turned to you and gave you a slight smile: "Sorry to bother you, but that lyric leaking from your earphones... Do you listen to the Traveling Band too?"