After getting on the bus, An Yang clenched his fists first, and then ran to the driver to say a word.
"Driver, drive slowly. When you are on the XX section, a Porsche running a red light will drive on you. At that time, I hope you can take care to avoid a car accident." An Yang clearly remembered that three years ago today, When this bus passed a certain section of road, it collided with an oncoming Porsche, causing the car to park here, and An Yang was left halfway, losing the best time to go home.
But for a driver, for a driver, a passenger comes up and tells him that he will drive carefully and don't crash. What does this mean
This is a taboo!
There are taboos in every business. When the driver heard An Yang's words, he was furious, and he had to fight An Yang when he stood up.
"You fucking fuck me if you don't get in the car, and say something frustrating!"
An Yang told the driver with a serious face, "Trust me, I came back after three years."
The driver looked directly at An Yang's eyes, and he moved a little in an instant. His eyes were so serious, as if everything he said was true.
But in the end the driver came back to his senses and sneered at An Yang, "I am crazy, I came back from a thousand years ago." After saying that, the driver sat in the driver's seat and ignored An Yang. He had already regarded An Yang as Got a neurosis.
An Yang clearly remembered that three years ago, he was sitting in the right-hand window seat in the third row of the car.
"Didn't it mean that I can't change it? This time, I don't sit in the original position. I am afraid that a detail can be changed a lot, right?" An Yang muttered to himself twice, sitting in the third row by the window with his left hand.
But An Yang didn't know, he remembered it wrong.
Because three years ago, after he got on this bus, he sat in the third row with his left hand next to the window. Nothing changed, and it was still performed according to the original plan.
The car started and started slowly on the road.
An Yang looked at the scenery outside the window with mixed feelings.
Unexpectedly, he finally returned, but he wanted to run with death. In order to keep his parents alive, he wanted to stop all of this.
Thinking about it, An Yang fell asleep groggy.
"Squeak!~" An Yang was awakened by a sudden brake, and at the same time a huge inertia dived. An Yang hit the front seat. Fortunately, it was a soft seat. Except for his head, he was a little dizzy. The others are not uncomfortable.
The driver was so frightened that he couldn't say a word while holding the steering wheel.
Although at the beginning, the driver did not take An Yang's words seriously, but when An Yang said so, he really became cautious.
When passing by section XX, a Porsche really stopped not far in front, and the bus driver rang what An Yang had just said. Some fearfully slowed down the car and let the car behind drive to the front.
In this way, there should be no accidents, right? The driver thought so, his eyes kept on the Porsche.
However, when he was looking at the Porsche, the car driving in front of him suddenly slowed down. When the driver reacted, it was too late. Even though the brake was slammed on the brakes, the bus still hit the front. On the little loaf, the huge impact drove the little loaf a few meters away, and the driver was holding the steering wheel tightly at this time, panting with big mouths, no blood on his face.
Fortunately, the life in the bun was so great that the airbag popped out to save his life, but now he just passed out.
But An Yang ignored these. He shook his head and stood up from his seat, walked to the driver who was still in shock, and patted his shoulder. The driver convulsed in fright. He raised his head to see that An Yang was even more frightened.
"You, who are you—"
"Me?" An Yang glanced at the driver indifferently, "I am a person running with death. Let's open the door. I have more important things to do."
The driver opened the door stupidly, An Yang jumped out of the car, discerned the direction, and ran towards home.
At this time, the drive is only halfway through. In an hour and a half, how long does Anyang need to run
Reached out and stopped a taxi. After getting into the car door, An Yang took out all the 51 yuan she had and threw it to the driver, "Go to XX Village."
The driver only glanced, "The money is not enough, at least 120, and even more for the meter."
"Give me 51 yuan! Put me down when the money is not enough." An Yang said angrily.
The driver gave An Yang a surprised look, but looked at him with an angry expression on his face and said nothing.
The first time I saw such a passenger, the driver thought in his heart.
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At this time, in An Yang's home, there was a vermilion door, but the color was a little dark. Two elderly people in their early 50s stood at the door, a man and a woman. The woman’s hair was already gray, with one hand on her hips and staring at her mouth. "The brat finally knows that he is back, huh! I probably don’t have money to spend it again. I play games all day long. Xiaoya called me a few days ago and cried to me that I didn’t want to be with him anymore. Breaking up, I don’t know if the two are separated. Alas, Xiaoya is a good girl, but An Yang’s bastard plays games all day and ignores her. The breakup is also deserved.” This 50-year-old woman is An Yang’s mother. , I have always had a bad temper, and I like to talk endlessly.
The old man on the side with a pair of reading glasses, one hand grabbed the old lady’s arm, and softly persuaded, “How can you be a mother like this and help your prospective daughter-in-law break up with her son. The son hasn’t come back in a few years. It’s his fault, but isn’t he coming back now? That kid is still too young and ignorant. He will be mature in a few years.” An Yang’s father is called An Ting, who has a good temper. He has never been angry since he was a child, and he is a standard father.
"Mom, what kind of mother, he still has my mother in his eyes? You are used to it! At that time, I said that it's good to have a girl, you really want a son. Ya break up, don't harm other girls." An Yang's mother complained again, and An Ting just smiled kindly and persuaded.
"Go, take me to the station to pick him up. The stinky boy won't be back in a few years. I'm afraid he won't know the way." Although An Yang's mother likes to talk, but which mother doesn't love her child, An Ting An imperceptible smile and wrinkles appeared on his mouth.
When they are old, they are all old, and their son has grown up.
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"Here, you can get off." The driver drew Anyang into a wilderness, which is indeed the only place for Anyang to go home, because from here to their village, there is only one road that can be opened to traffic.
"The driver, I beg you, let's go ahead for the meeting. I really have something urgent to do. If I go late, I will die." An Yang thought about where he would go home from here. There is at least one hour left. If the one-hour drive is replaced by walking, it will be at least four to five times as long. An Yang is afraid that he will not be able to make it or it will be too late.
"Please? It's no use begging me. Get out of the car quickly. It's not easy to get you here. A poor boy who doesn't even have the money to ride a car, still has his life in your hands? Just pull it down, see. I’ve never seen you rubbing a car like this."
"Can't you open it?" An Yang saw that soft words were ineffective, and immediately became anxious. If he had his temperament in peace, he would definitely not be able to do such a thing, but now the situation is urgent and he has no choice but to do it. Use force.
The driver is a 40-year-old man, and he was delighted to see An Yang grinning, "Just your small body still do it with me?"
Three minutes later, An Yang was left in the taxi.
An Yang miscalculated. He forgot that this is not Valoran Continent, and he doesn't have a crystal ball. He is just a sickly young man who spends all day playing games in an Internet cafe. How could he be the driver's opponent.
An Yang's heart finally began to panic when he saw the driver kicked the accelerator and went away.
"Give up, you can't change it." At this time, the voice sounded again.
"Get out!!!" An Yang roared and got up from the ground and started running towards home.
"Even if I'm kneeling, I have to walk back. There is my home. There are two of my most important people in the world waiting for me to go back. In Valoran, I learned a lot about friendship, about love, about Unyielding anger-I can't fall, at least not now, absolutely not."
An Yang started to run, running under the cloudless sun. There was no tree on both sides of the road to shade. It was already ten o'clock in the morning. The summer sun was very hot, only a few hundred meters away, An Yang He was already sweating, gritted his teeth, and continued to rush towards home under the scorching sun.
On the secluded road, two cars passed by from time to time. Looking at this man running under the scorching sun, none of them meant to stop and take him for a ride.
About half an hour later, An Yang's body was covered with sweat. His upper body was already wet with sweat. His throat was as if he hadn't drunk water for two days, and his lips began to crack.
"It's not over-I can't fall down yet." An Yang looked at the skyline in front of him, and the ground seemed to be faintly radiating heat. He licked his cracked lips again, stepped forward, and continued to run forward.
Afterwards, he began to feel dizzy, and he almost fell into darkness before his eyes. He pressed his hand on the ground, feeling the hot sensation of the earth, forcing himself to wake up. He bit his tongue with his teeth and forced himself to stand up.
Finally, An Yang stood up again.
In fact, he learned a lot in Valoran Continent, the most important of which is-never give up.
In this way, An Yang ran for three hours under the scorching sun, and finally ran to their small town.
Looking at the familiar town as usual, tears burst into my eyes.
"I'm home—I'm home—" No one can understand An Yang's current feelings. One loss made him understand what to cherish.
Thinking of seeing his parents soon, he was extremely excited, and a trembling heart seemed to be about to jump out.
Suddenly, two familiar figures came into his eyes. On the other side of the road, an old woman with a white mouth was always thinking about it, and an old man with a gentle smile was standing next to him, preparing to cross the road.
And those two figures are the parents that An Yang thinks about day and night!
"Dad-Mom-" An Yang's voice was already hoarse, he couldn't yell out, he could only shed tears of excitement, and ran toward his parents at the already weak pace.
As soon as he took a step, An Yang stopped.
A truck came oncoming, and after a sudden brake, he only saw his father's reading glasses flying in the air. The reading glasses were stained with blood and fell to pieces on the ground.
Like An Yang's heart, torn apart.