Hurrying Home in the Rain
... sight of a figure riding a bike in the wet street. Oh, thanked Heaven that someone came. I hoped he could help me. But when he was passing by me, he only glanced at me and said:“Is your bike wrong? I know there is a repairing place near the next crossing, you can go there.” Then he continued his way without stopping and soon vanished into the night. What an indifferent person! I thought. At this late hour, it was impossible that any shop was still open. He must cheat me. I indignantly walked along the road. After about 15 minutes, as I hold out little hope of earlier arriving at home, I abruptly found a house, which was brilliantly lit up. I excitedly run into the house. To my surprised, only a gentle and quiet girl sat there as if she was specially waiting for me. Seeing I entered, she smilingly said: “Is your bike out of order? Let me see.” Then she took the bike into the back room. The sound of repairing bike and a man’s voice sometimes transmitted. After a while, the girl turned back with my bike. “It is ok,” she said,...