I had no intention of driving the truck in the other direction, so it was fate. At that time, I drove the truck to a three-way intersection and saw a road sign pointing to the right - Qian Mu Dang Sixty Kilometers. My truck turned right, and the next thing I knew I was in trouble. This is my second time getting into trouble. The first time
was developed was in the mountainous area of Wannan, Anhui Province, more than ten years ago. At that time, my Jiefang brand car, not the later Huanghe , hit a child on a narrow winding mountain road into a reservoir more than ten feet below. I had no choice but to do this. At that time, my truck was sliding down the road. After completing the seventh sharp turn, I suddenly found a child in front of me. The child was only three or four meters away from me. He was also sliding down on his bicycle. I had no time to brake, so the only option was to make a sharp left or right turn. But if I turn left, I will hit the mountain wall, and my Liberation Card will explode and burn. No need to bother with the cremation ground, I will turn into ashes. If I turn right, my Liberation Card will crash into the reservoir. The sound of such a heavy thing falling into the reservoir must be scary, and the splashing water waves must be very fat. I have no other possibility except being suffocated to death by the water. . All in all, I had no other choice but to knock the child into the reservoir. I saw the child turn his head to look at me in panic, his eyes were dark and bright. I still remember it clearly until much later. As soon as you close your eyes, those two black and bright things will jump out immediately. The child only glanced at me, and his body was immediately thrown sideways. The clothes he was wearing were swollen by the wind. They were work clothes worn by adults. I heard a cry: "Daddy!" Just that, and then nothing. The sound was sharp and loud, and it rang twice in the mountain. The second sound was an echo when it hit the mountain wall. The echo sounded unreal, as if it was coming from a distant cloud. I didn't stop the car, I was completely petrified. It wasn't until the truck left the winding mountain road and drove onto the flat and wide road below that I came to my senses and was surprised that I didn't fall off the mountain. When I am stupid, my hands are not stupid. After all, I have been driving trucks for many years. No one knows about this, so I won’t talk about it. I guess that kid is the son of a worker in the forest farm on the mountain. I wonder if the father cried when he fished his son out of the reservoir later? Maybe that man has many sons, and it doesn't matter if one of them dies.
People in the mountains are full of children. I think the child was about fourteen or fifteen years old. It wasn't easy for his father to raise him so big, after all, he spent a lot of money. It was a pity that the child died, and a bicycle was also lost. I had forgotten about
a long time ago. I completely forgot about it. But my son grew up. When he was fifteen, he wanted to learn to ride a bicycle, so I taught him. The little guy is so smart that he can turn around on his own in a short while without my support at all.
I looked at my son's joy and felt happy in my heart. The appearance of the little guy when he was born fifteen years ago really shocked me. He didn't look like a human being at all, but more like a toy bought from a department store. At that time, he was always kicking his legs while he was lying in the cradle. He would pee and poop again, and he would fart loudly and smell strangely. But in a blink of an eye, he was so big, riding a bicycle with dignity. This is the end of my life, and I will have to look after my son from now on. My son is quite good and he works hard for me. The teachers at school always praise him. At first, when I was driving out, I always thought about my wife. But after I had my son, I stopped thinking about my wife and always thought about my son. While my son was happily riding his bicycle, for some unknown reason, he reminded me of the child who was knocked into the reservoir more than ten years ago. The back view of the son riding a bicycle is almost exactly the same as that of the child. Especially that black hair, he looks like a person. Then that loose overalls also appeared in my mind. The worst part was the day my son crashed his bike into a tree and yelled "Daddy" in a panic. This cry made me tremble in my heart, and the scene when the child was thrown sideways and fell into the reservoir was immediately clear to my eyes.The strange thing is that my son's shouts, which are so close at hand, sound very far away to me, as if they are echoes in the mountains. The child's panicked screams, which had disappeared for years, were now shouted through my son's mouth. For a moment, I suddenly felt that the person I knocked into the reservoir was my son. I often feel sad for no reason. I didn’t tell anyone about that, not even my wife knew about it. I was always in a trance afterwards. It was unbearable for me to see that child appear like this after so many years. But I think maybe it will get better in a few years. When my son reaches the age of eighteen, I may no longer see the shadow of that child in him. Just like the first time I got into trouble, I had no premonition before the second time I got into trouble. I remember it was a beautiful day and the sky was so blue that I didn’t dare look at it. My mood is neither good nor bad. I opened the windows on both sides and opened my shirt. The wind made me feel very comfortable. My Huanghe car made a sound like a cow braying, and that sound made me feel strong. I was driving fast on the asphalt road like a joyride, at a speed of sixty kilometers per hour.
I saw the road turning under my wheel like cloth on a printing and dyeing machine. My wife works in a printing and dyeing factory, so I think so. But I had only run thirty kilometers, and the asphalt road came to an end. And a road riddled with holes began.
The road seemed to have been bombed by planes. When I was sitting in the car, I felt like I was riding a horse. I was trembling and shaking very annoyingly, and even bounced up unexpectedly. The contents of my stomach were rampant. Then I stopped the car. At this time, a Jiefang truck came from the opposite direction. When I got close, I asked the driver, "What road is this?" The driver said, "Is this your first time here?" I nodded. He added: "No wonder you don't know, this is called a car jumping on the highway." I was jumping like a flea while sitting in the car? , can your head not feel dizzy? Later, I vaguely felt that there was the sea on my right, a large expanse of yellow water, and the tide was rising endlessly. The sound of the tide made my stomach churn. I felt like there was such a yellow piece in my stomach. I stuck my head out the window and vomited desperately, and what I vomited out was indeed yellow. I vomited until tears came to my eyes, my legs trembled from vomiting, and my waist on both sides suffered from cramping pain. If I continued to vomit like this, I would have to vomit my stomach out, so I covered my mouth with my hands.
At that time, I had already seen a spacious asphalt road not far ahead. Soon my truck would escape from the car jumping on the road and rush to the flat road ahead. I vomited everything out, which made me feel relaxed, but my whole body felt weak. I leaned up and down in the seat, but I no longer felt uncomfortable, but felt somewhat at ease. I looked at the flat asphalt road in front of me getting closer and closer, and I couldn't help but feel elated. But the terrible thing is that after I drove the truck onto a flat road, my stomach started to churn again. I knew it was flipping in the air, and I had nothing left to throw up. But the flipping in the air made me even more painful. My mouth was always open because I couldn't close it, and I made a series of weird sounds in my throat, as if there was an inch-long fish bone blocking it. I knew I was vomiting desperately again, but all that came out was a sound and a smell of unpleasant gas. I burst into tears again, my legs no longer trembled but shook wildly, and the convulsions on both sides of my waist made me seem to hear my two kidneys groaning. Bitter saliva dripped from the corner of his mouth, and trickled down his chin. After a while, it passed through his neck and reached his chest, then continued downward, and finally stopped at his waist, where the convulsions were. I felt that the saliva was cold and sticky, and I wanted to wipe it with my hands, but I didn't even have the strength at that time. It was at that time that I saw a figure flashing in front of me, and there was a "buzzing" sound in my head. Although I am dizzy and have limbs , I know what happened.
I don’t know when my strength came back. I stepped on the brakes and the truck stopped without sliding. But I couldn't open the car door for a long time, and my hands were trembling. I saw a passenger bus passing me, and many passengers were looking at my car from the windows.I thought they must have seen it, so I let go and sat blankly on the seat, waiting for the bus to stop not far away and waiting for them to run over. But after a long time, they didn't come over.
At that time, several country women came towards me, and they were also staring at my truck. I thought they must have been seen this time, and they would definitely make that weird noise, but they walked away as if nothing happened. passed. So I became confused. I wondered if I had been dazzled just now. Then I opened the car door smoothly, ran to the car and looked, but there was nothing. I walked around the car twice more and still didn't see anything. Now I feel relieved, I am sure that I was dazzled just now. I couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief, which made me feel weak again. If I hadn't seen blood on the wheels later and got into the cab and continued driving, maybe it would have been okay. But I saw it. Not only did he see it, but he also touched the blood on the wheel with his hands. The blood was wet. I knew I wasn't dazzled just now.
So I lay on the ground and looked under the car, and saw a girl lying curled up inside. Then I stood up again and looked around blankly, waiting for someone to come along and notice all this. It was a noon in the summer, the sun was shining down lazily, and the surroundings seemed to be smoking. I saw a small river on the left side of the road. The water didn't seem to be flowing, and the surface of the river looked like it was covered with moss. A cement bridge is nearby, with railings on only one side. A dirt road covered with grass on both sides extended forward. The dirt road brought my eyes to the distance. There were several scattered houses there and there seemed to be a few figures.
I waited like this for a long time and no one showed up. I stared at the blood stains on the wheel again. After looking at it for a long time, I realized that there wasn't much blood, just a few drops. So I grabbed a handful of soil and slowly began to wipe the few drops of blood. Halfway through, I stopped and lit a cigarette, and then wiped again. After wiping away the blood, I woke up as if from a dream. I want to run away quickly, why bother? I got in the car immediately. However, when I closed the door and started the car, I suddenly saw a boy of fourteen or fifteen years old in front of me, wearing loose overalls and riding a bicycle. The child I knocked into the reservoir more than ten years ago happened to appear again at that time. It's all meant to be. Although the scene in front of me just flashed and disappeared in a hurry, I couldn't drive away in the car. I got out of the car and pulled the girl out from under the car.
The girl's forehead was in tatters, but fortunately blood was still flowing out of it. Although her breathing was very weak, she still continued. She still had her eyes open, and those eyes were dark and bright, as if they were the same eyes more than ten years ago. I held her in my arms and walked towards the concrete bridge with only one railing on one side, and then I walked onto the dirt road. I felt her soft body was very hot, and her long black hair fell down, resting on my arm like a willow branch. At that time, I felt infinitely sad, as if I had knocked down my own child. When I held her, she nestled her head on my chest, and she looked like my own child. I held her in my arms and walked for a long time. The houses I saw while standing on the road were now much larger, but the figures I saw just now did not appear. There was a sudden surge of excitement in my heart, and I vaguely felt that I was doing something great. I seem to have returned to the car accident more than ten years ago, as if I did not drive away but jumped into the reservoir to rescue the boy. What I held in my hands seemed to be the boy in the loose overalls. The long black hair fell on his arms, making me feel that the boy's hair had become so long after more than ten years.
I walked close to those houses, and then I discovered that there were many more houses inside. A big tree blocked my way. In the shade of the tree sat a naked old lady with two withered breasts hanging down to her waist. She was looking at me. I walked over and asked her where the hospital was. After she glanced at the girl in my hand, she immediately screamed:
"What a sin!" She screamed and I woke up.I realized that I had made a big mistake by not running away, but it was too late. I looked down at the girl in my arms. Her ragged forehead was no longer bleeding, and her long black hair was no longer flowing. The black hair was frozen by blood. I felt her body cooling down rapidly. In fact, it was my heart cooling down rapidly. I asked the old lady again where the hospital was. And she screamed again. I think she was frightened by this tragedy, and I knew there would be no answer if I asked. I walked around the big tree in front of me and walked inside.
But the old lady followed me, shouting one after another: "What a sin!" After a while, she rushed in front of me. She kept shouting in front, and the sound was as harsh as breaking glass. I saw a few piglets scurrying in front of me. At this time, a few more old ladies suddenly appeared. When they came to me, they screamed strangely: "What a sin!"
So I walked behind these old ladies who kept shouting. At that time, I was in a state of confusion. I didn’t even know what I meant by walking like this. Not long after, there were already many people surrounding me, and my ears were filled with the chaos of human voices. I couldn’t hear anything. I just saw that there were men, women, and children among these people. At that time, I seemed to understand that I was in a rural area. How could I go to a rural area to find a hospital? I find it a bit funny. Then the road in front of me was blocked by many people, so I turned around and prepared to go back, but my retreat was also blocked. Then I found myself standing in front of a family's grain drying field. The house in front of me was a two-story building that looked like it was newly built. At that time, a big man jumped out of the house and snatched the girl from my hand. Behind him was a woman and a teenage boy. Then they turned and rushed into the house again. The speed of their movements dazzled me. I felt a lot lighter now that the girl was taken from me, and I felt like it was time to get back on the road. But when I turned around to leave, someone punched me in the face. The punch made me feel like it was hit on a sandbag, and the sound it made was very dull. So I turned back again and looked at the house again. The teenage boy jumped out, holding a shiny sickle high in his hand. When he rushed over, he also swung down the sickle, and the sickle cut into my abdomen.
The process was very simple. The sickle cut through my skin like a piece of paper, and then cut off my appendix. Then the sickle was pulled out. When the sickle was pulled out, it not only cut my rectum, but also made a long gash in my abdomen, and the intestines inside poured out. Before I could cover my intestines with my hands, the woman swung a hoe and hit my head. I quickly tilted my head and the hoe hit my shoulder blade, chopping my shoulder blade like wood. was cut in half. I heard the creak of a broken shoulder blade, but the sound of a door opening. The big man was the third one to rush over. Is he wielding an iron in his hand? . When the woman's hoe hasn't been pulled out yet, iron? The four thorns have cut into my chest. The two iron spikes in the middle cut off the pulmonary artery and aorta respectively, and the blood in the artery gushes out, like pouring out a basin of foot-washing water. The iron thorns on both sides were inserted into the left and right lungs. The iron thorn on the left side penetrated the lung and then inserted into the heart. Then the big man used his hand hard, iron? Was pulled out, iron? After pulling it out, my two lungs swung out of my chest. Then I fell to the ground, lying there on my back, my blood crawling around.
My blood is like the roots of a century-old tree rising from the ground. I am dead.
