Written before the story

  When I'm on the bus, I always like to quietly stare at those strangers next to me. Look at their appearance, look at their expressions, and also look at their movements, then slowly guess what happened to them.

  Actually, I think it's just because I was really bored on the bus. I think many people play with their phones on public transportation to pass the time, but I don't like to because I get carsick. So that's why I ended up guessing about the lives of every stranger.

  If one day, you encounter someone on the bus who keeps staring at you. If you're a girl and he's a boy, would you mistakenly think that he has a crush on you? Or would you be terrified that he's plotting something against you, like pickpocketing? If you're a boy and she's a girl, wouldn't you feel superior and think to yourself that you must be very charming? What if the person staring at you is of the same sex as you? What if their age is vastly different from yours? But in any case, 99% of people would not loudly shout "What are you looking at?" to someone who has been staring at them for a long time.

  So, when I stare at others, I always feel so at ease. At ease to give every stranger an imaginary life, at ease to fabricate various stories that may or may not be true, and also at ease to let others have wild thoughts because of my gaze.

  I'm a person who particularly enjoys listening to stories, especially when someone with a story tells it to me in person. However, I am also a pure listener and never make unnecessary comments or give advice on others' stories. I always feel that everyone should have their own life, rather than mixing other people's "lives" into theirs. So, I respect every single person's story, whether good or bad, long or short, forgotten or celebrated...

  So, are you a person with stories? Are you willing to tell me your story in your own way?

  I think everyone is a person with a story. It's just that sometimes we're not good at telling, not good at expressing, and not good at digging out the things buried deep in our hearts to show others. So, before you consider whether or not to tell me your story, let me tell you one first.

  Today, the story I want to tell is not your story, but perhaps you will find your own shadow in the story I am telling. It's also not my story, but I can honestly admit that there are indeed shadows of me in this story.

  Yes, I'm talking about someone else's story, which has nothing to do with you or me.

  It is only stained with youth.

  Shrimp