45-year-old Sun Baomin was a veteran bus driver in Anyang City's 818 route. When he was 20, he joined the Anyang Bus Company, and he had been there for twenty-five years.
During these twenty-five years, he had driven countless times along Anyang's 818 line; the scenery along the way became his world—more familiar to him than the complex where he lived.
Over these twenty-five years, he would set out every morning at 6 a.m., accompanied by the same familiar 1-liter thermos. Though his vehicle had been replaced three times over the years, the only constant was the thick thermos that had turned yellow and green with age, a legacy handed down from his father. However, in recent years, the tea inside the thermos had been swapped for goji berries.
Once one passes forty, old age sets in whether they like it or not.
From Xino Bus Station to North City Furniture City, he knew the thirty-three stops of the route by heart. He could proudly say that he was the real veteran driver.
