Rebirth Like Water Youth

Xie Guangshen had already prepared for the worst, thinking about becoming a truck driver in the future, so he didn't want to go on strike to protest, and he usually handed over the car honestly, and didn't have much contact with young people like Lu Haorong, but Lao Li and Xiao Hou, who are currently the best relationship, want to participate, because of human favor, it is difficult for him to stay out of the matter.

It was quiet for a while, no one spoke, and the atmosphere was as cold as the air of more than 30 degrees below zero.

"Since no one has any objections, at 8 o'clock tomorrow morning, we will gather at the gate of the county government, drive the car and bring our own food. If the county leader doesn't tell us, we will never finish the calculation. People who don't know the news will inform each other." Lu Haorong waved his hand, leaving a vicious sentence, and left with friends who had a better relationship with him.

Lu Haorong, who was most able to tell the story, left, and Xie Guangshen, Lao Li, and Little Monkey also left. The rest of the people hesitated for a while, and in the end none of them walked into Jinhui Company to pay the fine and drove away.

After all, a thousand dollars can only be exchanged with hard work, but when it is possible, who is willing to pay for the company? The outcome of the strike protest is unknown, but whether it succeeds or fails in the end, it always gives people some hope. Failure is not a terrible thing. If it succeeds, does it mean saving a thousand yuan?

On the seventh day of the Lunar New Year, the sky gradually turned white after six o'clock in the morning.

Due to a few days of heavy snowfall, it was time for most of the New Year’s sanitation workers to have holidays. Therefore, except for the main street, the snow on other roads was not cleaned up. The thick snow printed many ruts on the road and people walked on it. They often slip and fall, and bicycles and motorcycles are even more dangerous.

Shen Dapeng, who has no socializing and drinking, has a habit of getting up early for running. The temperature in the morning is extremely low. Even if he wears a thick down jacket and stays outside for a few minutes, he will be chilled by the cold wind. Fortunately, running is better for aerobic exercise. At the end of the three-kilometer exercise, Shen Dapeng not only did not freeze, but was sweating on his forehead and back.

After the morning run, Shen Dapeng went to the breakfast stall in the morning market to buy pies, steamed buns, and tofu brains, and walked home slowly for a half-rest. When passing the hutong entrance, a motorcycle honked its whistle and galloped from a distance. Come.

The owner of the motorcycle wears a helmet and a thick green army coat. The helmet covers his cheeks and his expression is not visible, but from the shaking handlebars, it can be seen that the owner is about to lose control of the motorcycle.

The motorcycle was about to get close. Shen Dapeng and several people next to Zhou dodged. The motorcycle passed by without hurting anyone. However, Shen Dapeng stepped on the slippery rut and slipped under his feet, staggering. Sit down.

"Hey, how did you ride your bike and almost hit someone."

"The roads are slippery in winter, won't you drive slower?"

The people who had just evaded nearby pointed to the back of the motorcycle owner and accused them, and well-intentioned people helped Shen Dapeng up, "Boy, are you okay?"

"it's okay no problem."

Shen Dapeng cleaned up the snow stains on his body, only to find a lot of greasy on his hands. He picked up the breakfast packaged in his hands and took a look at the plastic bag containing the tofu brains. The plastic bag was broken, and the viscous liquid was flowing out of the nail-sized holes.

"Is this man drinking? The snowy road is still driving so fast."

"boom!!"

Shen Dapeng thought the whole time, suddenly heard a dull crash, and followed the sound to search for the direction where the motorcycle was leaving. He raised his eyes and looked at the side roads about two hundred meters apart, and gradually people stopped and watched.

Shen Dapeng took a closer look. It seemed that the motorcycle just hit a human tricycle. "The motorcycle drove so fast. There was a car accident..."

"Oh my god, it seems to hit hard, is that red blood? It's too scary, too scary..."

In the white ice and snow, the bright red blood was extremely dazzling. A woman suddenly covered her mouth and screamed in terror. She was so scared that she backed away and didn't even have the courage to watch the excitement. She carried a package of breakfast she had just bought, and then turned away.

"Isn't it?"

Shen Dapeng reluctantly shook the tofu brain that was about to be spilled, and then laughed at the woman to run away in terror, thinking that it was the motorcycle hitting the tricycle, how could it hit it no matter how powerful it was, but when he saw a small pool of blood stains in the white snow, Suddenly realizing that the situation is not good, he threw the breakfast aside with his hand, and ran towards the place where the collision occurred.

He is not a nosy idler. Old women gather to talk about gossip from various families. He is completely afraid of interest. If someone who is unfamiliar encounters difficulties, he will not take the initiative to intervene without asking him; but now it has happened. Car accidents and traffic accidents can even be life-threatening if the situation is serious, and he will definitely not stand idly by in critical moments.

Shen Dapeng ran to the scene of the car accident. The motorcycle was thrown out on the slippery road seven or eight meters away. The tricycle was knocked to the ground. A little boy in the car was carrying a schoolbag, like a schoolboy. He was so scared that he curled up and did not dare to move. move.

People stood at five or six meters away from the outside. Only Shen Dapeng approached and saw it at close range. The owner of the tricycle and the motorcycle were just lying on the ground and screaming in pain. The dazzling blood in the snow was not the two of them. , But came out of a plastic bag, which looked like pig blood.

"Huh! This is too scary."

Shen Dapeng wiped the sweat from his forehead, and first helped the closer motorcycle owner up. The motorcycle owner was in a good condition, but he was holding his waist in pain, limping, and he was probably twisted.

He took the little boy out of the tricycle again. When Shen Dapeng helped to realign the tricycle, he suddenly saw the tricycle owner who was trying to get up with his hands on the ground, "Uncle Su?"

"Dapeng? Shen... Dapeng!"

The owner of the tricycle is Su Su’s father~www.wuxiaspot.com~Su Huaren.

"Uncle Su, are you okay?" Shen Dapeng hurriedly helped Su Huaren up.

"I'm fine, let's see if I hurt the child." Su Huaren didn't think of himself for the first time, but the little boy riding in his tricycle. He wanted to look after him anxiously, but he couldn't do anything with his left leg. With strength, he could only lean on the seat with one leg under the support of Shen Dapeng.

"Uncle Su, did you hurt your leg? Don't move, I'll take a look."

Shen Dapeng checked the situation of the little boy. Fortunately, the tricycle was protected by a plastic shed. The little boy was simply scared and did not suffer any harm. The situation is better than that of the motorcycle owner.

"The child is fine, the child is fine."

Su Huaren can’t stop nagging, this child is a student in the county’s second experimental elementary school. The parents ask Su Huaren to pick up and drop off the child to school every morning. The payment is one hundred yuan a month. The requirement is for the child’s safety to arrive at school on time and pay after school. Send it home safely. If something happens to the child, he really can’t tell the child’s parents.