“公车律动”这个词仿佛有一种魔力，能让人心驰神往。最近在地铁上，我邂逅了一段令人难忘的“公车律动”。那是一个普通的周末早晨，阳光透过车窗洒进车厢，空气中弥漫着咖啡的香气。我和白洁坐在靠窗的位置，她正在认真地reading her phone. 我则专注于前方的旅程计划。
“滴答，滴答……”时钟声轻柔地敲打在车窗上。我注意到旁边有位年轻 man, his hair was a bit messy, and his eyes were full of故事红色的光线。他似乎在低头玩手机，但他的表情却让人莫名心安。
“You’re listening to what?” I asked softly.
He turned his head slightly, his dark eyes meeting mine. There was something about him that caught my attention.
“I’m sorry,” he said with a warm smile, “I don’t usually talk much on the subway.”
I felt myself flushing as she read her phone closer. But there was something in his voice that made me forget about the screen.
“公车律动”这个词仿佛有一种魔力，能让人心驰神往。最近在地铁上，我邂逅了一段令人难忘的“公车律动”。那是一个普通的周末早晨，阳光透过车窗洒进车厢，空气中弥漫着咖啡的香气。我和白洁坐在靠窗的位置，她正在认真地reading her phone. 我则专注于前方的旅程计划。
“滴答，滴答……”时钟声轻柔地敲打在车窗上。我注意到旁边有位年轻 man, his hair was a bit messy, and his eyes were full of故事红色的光线。他似乎在低头玩手机，但他的表情却让人莫名心安。
“You’re listening to what?” I asked softly.
He turned his head slightly, his dark eyes meeting mine. There was something about him that caught my attention.
“公车律动”这个词仿佛有一种魔力，能让人心驰神往。最近在地铁上，我邂逅了一段令人难忘的“公车律动”。那是一个普通的周末早晨，阳光透过车窗洒进车厢，空气中弥漫着咖啡的香气。我和白洁坐在靠窗的位置，她正在认真地reading her phone. 我则专注于前方的旅程计划。
“滴答，滴答……”时钟声轻柔地敲打在车窗上。我注意到旁边有位年轻 man, his hair was a bit messy, and his eyes were full of故事红色的光线。他似乎在低头玩手机，但他的表情却让人莫名心安。
“You’re listening to what?” I asked softly.
He turned his head slightly, his dark eyes meeting mine. There was something about him that caught my attention.
“公车律动”这个词仿佛有一种魔力，能让人心驰神往。最近在地铁上，我邂逅了一段令人难忘的“公车律动”。那是一个普通的周末早晨，阳光透过车窗洒进车厢，空气中弥漫着咖啡的香气。我和白洁坐在靠窗的位置，她正在认真地reading her phone. 我则专注于前方的旅程计划。
“滴答，滴答……”时钟声轻柔地敲打在车窗上。我注意到旁边有位年轻 man, his hair was a bit messy, and his eyes were full of故事红色的光线。他似乎在低头玩手机，但他的表情却让人莫名心安。
“You’re listening to what?” I asked softly.
He turned his head slightly, his dark eyes meeting mine. There was something about him that caught my attention.
“公车律动”这个词仿佛有一种魔力，能让人心驰神往。最近在地铁上，我邂逅了一段令人难忘的“公车律动”。那是一个普通的周末早晨，阳光透过车窗洒进车厢，空气中弥漫着咖啡的香气。我和白洁坐在靠窗的位置，她正在认真地reading her phone. 我则专注于前方的旅程计划。
“滴答，滴答……”时钟声轻柔地敲打在车窗上。我注意到旁边有位年轻 man, his hair was a bit messy, and his eyes were full of故事红色的光线。他似乎在低头玩手机，但他的表情却让人莫名心安。
“You’re listening to what?” I asked softly.
He turned his head slightly, his dark eyes meeting mine. There was something about him that caught my attention.
“公车律动”这个词仿佛有一种魔力，能让人心驰神往。最近在地铁上，我邂逅了一段令人难忘的“公车律动”。那是一个普通的周末早晨，阳光透过车窗洒进车厢，空气中弥漫着咖啡的香气。我和白洁坐在靠窗的位置，她正在认真地reading her phone. 我则专注于前方的旅程计划。
“滴答，滴答……”时钟声轻柔地敲打在车窗上。我注意到旁边有位年轻 man, his hair was a bit messy, and his eyes were full of故事红色的光线。他似乎在低头玩手机，但他的表情却让人莫名心安。
“You’re listening to what?” I asked softly.
He turned his head slightly, his dark eyes meeting mine. There was something about him that caught my attention.
“公车律动”这个词仿佛有一种魔力，能让人心驰神往。最近在地铁上，我邂逅了一段令人难忘的“公车律动”。那是一个普通的周末早晨，阳光透过车窗洒进车厢，空气中弥漫着咖啡的香气。我和白洁坐在靠窗的位置，她正在认真地reading her phone. 我则专注于前方的旅程计划。
“滴答，滴答……”时钟声轻柔地敲打在车窗上。我注意到旁边有位年轻 man, his hair was a bit messy, and his eyes were full of故事红色的光线。他似乎在低头玩手机，但他的表情却让人莫名心安。
“You’re listening to what?” I asked softly.
He turned his head slightly, his dark eyes meeting mine. There was something about him that caught my attention.
