“嘎吱——”一声,101路213号公共汽车稳稳当当地停在终点站上。三扇车门一开,乘客象潮水般地涌了下来。司机肖雷朝车厢内外看了看,从身边掏出本已磨掉棱角的工作手册,搁在方向盘上,翻到空白的一页,写上几个字,又认真地用红笔打上个三角记号。老调度宋安平一看车号,知道是肖雷驾驶的车子到了,他习惯地从墙上插筒中拿了面“慢”字小红旗,反剪双手,缓步走到门口,朝站上望去。只见在喧喧嚷嚷的下 “Crunch - ” soon, No. 101 bus No. 213 bus stopped at the terminal station. Three doors opened, passengers flooded down like a tide. Driver Xiao Lei looked inside and outside the carriage, pulled out from his side has been grinding edges and corners of the work manual, resting on the steering wheel, turned to a blank page, write a few words, but also carefully marked with a red pen triangle mark. Old schedule Song Anping a look at the car number, know Xiao Lei driving the car, and he habitually took the face from the wall of the cylinder “slow ” small red flag, anti-shear hands, slowly walked to the door, toward the station Hope to go. I saw the noisy shouting