This is the third time this week. Whatever irritates me happens. I even run into this when I skip work and go to the hospital to get an IV drip. It never ends!
The red light ahead came on, Lin Yaosong stepped on the accelerator, slowly stepped on the brake, and stopped the car in front of the white line. He tapped his fingers lightly on the steering wheel, and watched from the rearview mirror that the Cherokee with the tail number 444 slowly approached, and just like the previous two times, the car stopped in the lane to his right.
For three consecutive days, every time he waited for the red light at this intersection, he could see the Cherokee parked on his right.
Lin Yao still glanced to the right through the car window, and sure enough, the window was still closed, so he couldn't see anything. He couldn't even see whether the person sitting in the driver's seat was a man or a woman.
However, it was 30 degrees in the morning, so it was normal to turn on the air conditioner with the windows closed. Lin Yao looked around and saw that he was the only one with the windows open to implement environmental protection.
He is not an active environmentalist. If his car had not only a 1.3-liter engine and the accelerator became soft immediately when the air conditioner was turned on, he would not open the car windows to let in hot air on a hot day.
This broken car had been driven for five or six years before it came into his hands. He didn't know what kind of inferior film was pasted on the car windows. It felt the same as if there was no film at all. When the sun was strong, he felt like a fish fillet thrown on the beach to dry with the windows closed. So he also threw a piece of lining cloth taken out of a mooncake box on the back seat, and clamped it on the car window as a curtain when the sun was too strong.
That’s right, he was driving a broken car, a second-hand Xiali that his father got from somewhere.
Although Lin Yao drove a 1.3-liter Xiali, in his eyes, a Cherokee was not really a great car. But now it was enough to make him hate it.
After graduating from college, his father hoped that he could come to work in the company with him, but Lin Yao had no interest in his father's great business. He was not even interested in building houses. Like all the stupid college graduates, he wanted to break free from his parents' control, especially the "successful" parents. So he rose up in resistance and said, "I have the final say in my work."
His father didn't force him too much, but he cancelled the graduation gift he had promised him, saying, "You're awesome, go earn it yourself."
"It's just a broken Cherokee," Lin Yao said, feeling very successful. "I just don't believe I can't earn it!"
So, with the attitude that I am still your father after all, his father bought him a second-hand Xiali for him to go to get off work. The specific source is unknown. Anyway, when Lin Yao first saw this small blue car parked next to his father's Cayenne in his garage, his eyes almost fell out. He looked at his mother in horror and said, "Is this small car a gift from my father?"
"Yes," my mother looked at him happily, "it's a Cherokee. You don't want it."
Lin Yao admitted that he was very annoyed with this car, but in the end he gritted his teeth and said, "It's good! It's better than driving a small Lamborghini. Thank my dad for me."
Just like that, Cherokee became an indelible shadow in Lin Yao's heart. Whenever he saw this car on the street, he couldn't help but take a second look.
So, when he encountered the same Cherokee at the same intersection for three consecutive days, and found out that the owner of the car was so cool as to pick a "死死死" license plate for his car, he was so impressed by the car and the stimulation it brought to him was so great that it brought tears to his eyes.
There was a lot of traffic at this intersection, and Lin Yao's direction was not the main road, so the red light lasted for a heartbreakingly long time. Lin Yao leaned his head on the seat, tilted his head to look out the window of the Cherokee on the right, his thoughts drifting far away.
The car window suddenly rolled down slowly, revealing the face of the person sitting in the driver's seat. Lin Yao did not move. Due to inertia, he stared in the same direction without changing his gaze. He saw clearly that it was a young man with a pair of sunglasses on his nose. At the same time, he heard the music playing in the car. It was quite loud. Hotel California, which was the reserved track in his mp3 since he went to school.
When the other person's eyes finally met his, Lin Yaocai finally came back to his senses. When he was about to turn his head away in embarrassment, the other person's mouth suddenly moved.
Lin Yao couldn't hear what he said, but his lip movements were extremely clear, which made him instantly furious!
What that person said was, what the hell.
"Fuck! I'm looking at you!" Lin Yao cursed. Due to the huge height difference between the two cars, he had to look up. The way the other party looked down at him made him extremely angry, so he added, "You are a piece of shit!"
It was not known whether the man heard what he said or not. He suddenly smiled, gently hooked down his sunglasses with his fingers, squinted his eyes and looked at him, then slowly closed the car window.
"Psycho!" Lin Yao slapped the steering wheel in annoyance. When he was about to slap it again, the green light came on.
He glanced at the Cherokee next to him and slammed on the accelerator. The Xiali roared and rushed out the moment he released the clutch. Lin Yao turned the steering wheel and quickly squeezed the car in front of the Cherokee. He saw from the rearview mirror that the Cherokee had just started and immediately stepped on the brakes. He felt very relieved.
This road is an old road with only two lanes. After Lin Yao squeezed in front of the Cherokee, the road ahead was actually quite empty, but he only kept the car in fourth gear and drove forward at more than 30 miles per hour, so the car could only follow behind him uncomfortably.
Based on a few days of observation, the Cherokee owner's route to work was roughly the same as his. If he hadn't had to go to the hospital to get an IV drip today, this guy would have had to follow him all the way to the Gaoxin Building before he would have had a chance to overtake.
Lin Yao honked the horn and flashed the lights a few times before he turned right contentedly and headed for the hospital.
As soon as he turned around, his cell phone rang. The sonorous and powerful March of the Volunteers was very refreshing. He plugged in his earphones and asked, "Who is this?"
"Sister Xiao, I am Rouqing," a thunderous voice came from inside, "What are you doing?"
Rouqing is Lin Yao's sworn brother in the game. She is big and strong, with a voice like a bell. She plays a female character and her full name is Rouqingsishui.
"I'm driving to the hospital. What's the matter?"
"The boss was robbed," Rouqing hesitated for a moment, "We intercepted him halfway, but I saw a friend with a big knife on the opposite side... Kill him?"
"Kill." Lin Yao drove the car into the hospital parking lot. There were only a few empty spaces so early in the morning, and he was a little annoyed.
"Kill Dadao's friends too?" Rouqing was still hesitant. Dadao was the leader of their own gang and was considered the main force of the gang.
"Kill. If Dadao is unhappy, tell him to come to me." Lin Yao found a parking space in a corner. The good thing about the small Xiali is that it is small and can squeeze into anywhere. Last time, he squeezed the car between two parked cars. Of course, he was later given a ticket.
When he parked the car and walked into the hospital lobby, the phone rang again. He picked it up and was about to curse when he saw the caller ID showed it was Lin Zong.
Lin Zong is his biological brother, five years older than him. He has taken Lin Yao to climb walls, trees and steal since childhood and has never done anything good. He is still Lin Yao's idol.
Every time he saw Lin Zong's name, Lin Yao would in his heart admire his father's superb naming skills.
The names of the two brothers mean "bringing honor to the family."
Since Lin Yao knew the meaning of this, he couldn't look at his name straight and was depressed for a long time. Lin Zong said, "You should thank God for not giving us two-character names. Otherwise, I will be called Lin Guangzong and you will be called Lin Yaozu."
Yes, considering my father's level, this is pretty good. Even if it is a one-character name, at least it is not inferior to Lin Zu and Lin Zong...
"Brother, what's the matter?" Lin Yao said and quickly moved the phone away, sneezing towards the ground.
"Have you been to the hospital?" Lin Zong's tone was filled with worry.
"Just arrived." Lin Yao sniffed.
"Come to my place for lunch and try some new dishes."
"If you have a cold, eating high-protein food will kill you. Are you my real brother?" Lin Yao said this, but in fact, he was quite looking forward to it. "Is it the resort or the old house?"
Lin Zong has a resort on the outskirts of the city. Recently, he opened a private restaurant in the old city with a friend who is said to be able to cook his family's specialty. They only serve five tables of customers a day, the prices are very high, and reservations must be made in advance. Lin Yao has eaten there several times, and he couldn't tell whether the food was inherited from his ancestors, but he thought it was delicious anyway.
"We have wild vegetables and all vegetarian food at the old house. We'll wait for you at noon." Lin Zong said and hung up the phone.
"You don't have to be a vegetarian," Lin Yao said to the silent phone, feeling a little disappointed, "It's not like a horse..."
As soon as midsummer arrives, there are a lot of patients suffering from colds caused by the air conditioning in the hospital. Lin Yao sat in the injection room waiting for a long time before a young nurse came running over with a bag of medicine.
"Lin Guangzhai?" The little girl stared at him seriously.
"Ah?" Lin Yao didn't react. What the hell is Lin Guangzhai
"You must have gone crazy because of the fever," the little girl handed the medicine bag to him, "Is that you, Lin Guangzhai?"
"Sister!" Lin Yao glanced at the name on the bag. The name was written in cursive. "These two characters are a combination, Nian Yao! If you split them up for me, I'll just immigrate to Japan."
The little girl looked at him and laughed: "Lin Yao, it's you."
"yes."
"Which hand do you want to pierce?"
The word "injection" made Lin Yao a little nervous. He had been afraid of injections since he was a child. When he got his vaccination in elementary school, he could pretend to be constipated and stay in the toilet for half an hour without coming out.
"Please pick whichever one you like." Lin Yao held both hands in front of the little girl.
"Your skin is very good, so tender, and even whiter than mine." The little girl probably noticed that he was a little nervous, so she teased him and patted his left hand, "This is it."
"Take it." Lin Yao stretched out his hand, leaned back on the chair, turned his face to the side, and stared at a little boy who was hanging water diagonally opposite. The child looked to be only seven or eight years old, and he was actually staying alone. His parents were really careless.
"The blood vessels are a bit thin," the little girl tied a rubber tube to his wrist, pinched his hand and slapped it, "It's hard to find."
"Please look carefully, I'm sure you'll find it." Lin Yao didn't know what to say.
"Okay, here it is." The little girl disinfected it and inserted the needle into it.
In fact, the girl's technique was quite good, and Lin Yao didn't feel much pain. But before he could open his mouth to praise her, the girl pulled the needle out again!
"What's wrong?" Lin Yao felt that the needle removal didn't hurt, but it felt very scary.
"No blood is coming back. Your blood vessels are too thin." The little girl disinfected his left hand again and said, "Just pierce this one."
"Please be more professional. I'm afraid of needles." Lin Yao gritted his teeth.
"I'm sorry," the little girl smiled at him sheepishly, lowered her head and gave him another injection seriously, "Tsk."
Lin Yao was just about to ask what she was saying, but the girl actually pulled the needle out again, but did not pull it out completely. Instead, she pushed it back in, moved it a few times, and finally pulled the needle out.
"Dear sister," Lin Yao's face almost turned green as he looked at the little girl, "Are you playing the erhu? Are you playing Erquan Yingyue?"
The girl was embarrassed and wanted to laugh, her face flushed: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, my skills are not good enough, and your blood vessels are too thin, how about I take a look at your right hand?"
"Okay, take it." Lin Yao extended his right hand. He was determined to do it. It didn't matter how many times he stabbed.
When the little girl inserted the needle again and failed to draw blood, Lin Yao could no longer find any words to say and just leaned back in his chair and looked at her.
The little girl didn't want to smile this time. Her eyebrows were twisted together. She pulled out the needle and said, "I'm so sorry. I'll call an old nurse to give you the injection."
"I'm going to get scolded, right?" Lin Yao looked at the other nurses who were busy at work. Everyone had a serious expression on their face, and it was obvious that they were so busy that they had no place to vent their anger.
"It's okay." The little girl bit her lip and turned around to call for help.
Lin Yao felt a little sorry for her. This girl probably just graduated and she might have been bullied before. He poked her on the back with his finger and said, "Forget it. Try again. You still have a chance. You're still a little short of winning."
The little girl looked very touched and half-knelt in front of him, staring at his hand with her eyes almost touching it. This time he finally pierced the right place. Lin Yao finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw a small amount of blood returning to the syringe. It was the first time he felt genuinely happy when seeing his own blood.
Lin Yao took out his cell phone and was about to send a text message to ask Rouqing how the battle was going. Suddenly, the little boy who had been sitting obediently opposite him looked up and called out to him crisply, "Dad!"
Lin Yao was so frightened, who is your father? I don't even know where your mother is!