没有一丝风,闷热的天气,使她感到有些口渴,她转手将绅包夹在腋下,仰头将手里的半瓶矿泉水抿了几口。一个衣着简朴的中年人四处张望着慢慢向这边走来,当男人看到她后,迟疑了一下,在离她二米远的地方停下了脚步。她的心不由咯噔一下,直觉告诉他,男人不像是等车的乘客。除了她和那个男人,四周再没有一个行人。她见男人一直在看她,心一紧,下意识地向站牌的另一边靠去。不料男人也随她向前几步,与她始终保持原来的距离。 No trace of windy, hot weather, she felt a little thirsty, she handed the gentry bag in the armpit, his head up half a bottle of mineral water in his mouth a few mouthfuls. A simple-minded middle-aged man looked around slowly toward this side, when the man saw her, hesitated a moment, stopped two meters away from her footsteps. Her heart could not help but slightly glanced, intuition told him that men are not waiting for the bus passengers. There was not a single pedestrian besides her and that man. She saw the man has been looking at her, heart tight, subconsciously to rely on the other side of the stop sign. Unexpectedly, a man with her a few steps forward, and always maintain the same distance with her.