上车、滴卡、占位、拿手机,一整套熟练动作,车厢里的每个人,都像流水线训练出来的。这是上下班公交车上每天上演的一幕,当然我也是。直到这天,一双惹眼的徒步鞋,有意无意地撞入我的眼帘,我抬头,发现斜对面坐着一位青年男子。我惭愧地看了一眼自己的鞋子,悄悄地把脚缩起来,我黑色的皮鞋沾满了尘垢,已经变成了灰色。他每天穿着纯白的T恤,背着一个黑色帆布双肩包。精干的短发,一双随时准备出发的鞋子。在 On the train, drop card, place, take the phone, a set of skilled movements, everyone in the carriage, are trained out of the pipeline. This is a daily scene on the commuter bus, of course, I too. Until this day, a pair of eye-catching hiking shoes, accidentally or crashed into my eyes, I looked up and found a young man sitting diagonally opposite. I ashamed to look at my shoes, quietly feet up, my black leather shoes covered with dirt, has become gray. He wore a pure white T-shirt every day, carrying a black canvas backpack. Lean short hair, a pair of ready to go shoes. in