nosy on you

traffic accident

Yan Jing turned over a hundred and eight thousand times on the bed, and did not fall asleep until it was light outside the window.

Overexcited and insomnia...

It's a new ass start!

The dawn is a bit early in August, it’s not even 06:30, but I’m afraid I don’t have time if I want to go back to sleep. The Xinkai District is on the other side of the river, and there are more than a dozen stops by bus from Chengzhong Village .

He does not lack work experience, but he has never experienced a serious interview in a big company.

a little nervous……

A night without sleep is similar to the effect of drinking two bottles of alcohol mixed with water. People are floating, standing in front of the mirror with a pair of panda eyes and sighing. Turning around, I saw the shopping bag lying next to the simple wardrobe .

A random invitation from a stranger who has only met once can't be taken seriously. Yes, it is a stranger, even the former colleagues who are out of place. Whether you come or not depends on what is in his rare bag.

Gu Xi should have more than this decent outfit, otherwise she wouldn't be so indifferent.

Prodigal stuff.

This interview suit was bought four years ago. The white long-sleeved shirt and black slacks have only been worn three times before and after. Oversized head.

You don't need to get up so early to work in the supermarket, but the feeling of hunger after waking up will not wake up until a little later.

Yan Jing bought two steaming steamed buns and a cup of soy milk early in the morning. After filling his stomach, he was blown by the hot wind. When the sun shone, his whole body was like an unmelted popsicle, with his clothes stuck to his body .

However, there are walking popsicles everywhere on the street, and there is no shortage of him.

He likes to observe the bustling crowd, everyone is in a hurry, without looking sideways, as if a circle with a diameter of one meter is drawn with the legs as the center, and the range outside the circle has nothing to do with him.

As long as the gaze is not too deliberate, no one will notice him, even if he falls down on the street in the next second.

There are two buses to the logistics center. The route is not on the main road. You need to walk through a block and walk a few hundred meters. On both sides of the road are small street-facing shops, mostly selling underwear, socks and cheap shoes and clothing of.

Not many businesses are open at this time.

In the shade of a tree not far ahead, an old lady in floral short-sleeved pajamas is waving her arms for morning exercise, clapping her hands PIAPIA from time to time, but her eyes are not very focused, she always glances at both sides of the road, and doesn’t care about it. Know what you're looking at.

When Yan Jing walked past her, he was naturally ignored.

Before he took a few steps, there was a rapid and sharp brake sound from the tires rubbing against the ground behind him, and there was an "ouch" that was half a beat behind.

The rigorous first reaction is that someone has been hit by a car.

But it shouldn't hit too hard, if you really want to hit something, you won't have a chance to shout "ouch".

This street is separated from the main road by several rows of old buildings with five or six floors, but it is not as spacious as it is. There are four lanes in both directions, and there is a very low railing on the side of the road that only reaches the calf. There are not many motor vehicles passing by.

Although it was the morning rush hour, there were not many office workers coming and going. He turned his head and looked back, and there were only passers-by in twos and threes behind him, not even counting as onlookers.

A cool white four-door sedan parked on the side of the road. There was a sign on the front of the car that I don't know whether it was a fork or a rake.

An old lady fell one meter in front of the car, lying on her side curled up facing the front of the car, with her arms hugging her left knee, humming non-stop, and her short-sleeved pajamas were covered with dust.

Floral pajamas?

old lady!

Yan Jing was shocked. When he passed by just now, this person was still exercising under the shade of a tree next to the shop facing the street, and within two seconds of turning his back, the old lady rushed out of the five-meter-wide sidewalk and stepped across After passing the non-motorized lane separated by the railing, he lay in the middle of the road like a disembodied figure.

This is not morning exercise, this is practicing Lingboweibu.

The three or two passers-by who were looking around still stood still, and had no intention of leaving. They just stood there like that, with no superfluous expressions on their indifferent faces, but there was a hint of excitement in their eyes from watching the show.

Rigorously looked away, walked two quick steps in the direction of the bus station, and then stopped again.

He sighed, turned around and walked to the front of the car to take a look. The old lady closed her eyes with a pained look on her face.

But all over the body, only the skin on the knees I was holding was scraped a little, and there was no need for a paper towel for the bloody foam, and it would probably disappear if I touched it with my hands.

The cars on this street were not driving fast, so they should have not been hit.

But the old man may break his bones if he falls, so he should be sent to the hospital for an examination anyway. What's the matter with this attitude?

"Grandma, are you alright?" Yan Jin asked while squatting down, not daring to touch her.

"Oh, it hurts, I'm dying." The old lady went on humming.

"Why are you in pain?" Yan Jing frowned, she was definitely not dying, and her breath was quite enough to hear her voice.

"Where does it hurt?" The old lady paused, then continued to hum, "My whole body hurts..."

The people in the car suddenly honked the horn, because the distance was too close, the sound was like a cannon shot in the ear, Yan Jing almost sat down on the ground in fright, the old lady next to him suddenly lost his voice, his eyes widened. They are all wide open.

"Are you fucking sick..." Yan Jin jumped up, rushed to the car door and knocked hard on the glass twice, "Get out of the car..."

The window of the car was lowered, and he poked his head rigorously to look in and was stunned.

Gu Xi sat in the cab and looked up at him, with one eyebrow raised high, and didn't speak for a long time.

It's still the same shiny oily head, powder blue white-collar polo shirt and khaki slacks. This outfit is not as formal as the previous few days, but it's not as cheap as Audi or Dior at first glance.

Is it amazing to be rich!

Can you bump into someone if you have money?

Can you release pigeons if you have money? !

"Why do you..." Gu Xi was interrupted by rigor in the middle of his words.

"Are you blind?" Yan Jing roared angrily, but he didn't understand anything. In short, it must not be purely for this irrelevant old lady, because his next sentence digressed, "If you don't want clothes Say!"

"No..." Gu Xi opened the car door and stepped down. He was distracted just now when he saw the rigorous back. He didn't expect not only to encounter such a bad thing, but also to be scolded all over his head, "I want to contact you. , but without your phone..."

When the old lady saw that the two of them were chatting, she immediately raised her voice and howled: "Oh, is there anyone who cares about my life as an old woman? Hurry up and call the police."

I don't know who she was yelling at, and the crowd watching the theater left two more.

Probably because she was confused, Yan Jin hurriedly stepped forward to help her, stared at Gu Xi and shouted: "Why are you still standing there, take her to the hospital quickly."

"Call the police..." Gu Xi sneered, touched a cigarette from his pocket and lit it, "There is no zebra crossing here, crossing the road should have taken the main responsibility, and I didn't hit you at all, after the car stopped, you I just threw myself on the ground, who is fooled? Just because the acting skills of passer-by A still want to touch porcelain, I have a driving recorder installed in my car."

The old lady's complexion changed, and she stopped humming while sitting on the ground.

"Pengci?" Yan Jing was stunned, he had only heard this word in the news, he didn't expect that there were people who wanted money and life, but the old lady was hurt after all, she couldn't just let it go, "Does it make sense for you to say this now? She's still hurting her knee, you can't..."

"Of course not..." Gu Xi threw half of the cigarette butt on the ground, and stomped hard, "Why is it meaningless? It's none of my business, why should I take the responsibility?"

Yan Jing rolled his eyes back at him, and whispered: "Cold-blooded..."

cold blooded...

"The one lying inside is your father, why are you so cold-blooded!"

Grandpa and grandma's words kept circling in my ears, like a steel nail suddenly pierced into my brain.

Gu Xi felt a petrol bomb exploded in his chest, his eyes were burnt red, but his voice was below freezing point: "Say one more thing."

"Cold-blooded." Yan Jing got up and stared at him, repeating.

As soon as the words fell, a heavy punch hit him in the face.

The speed and strength of this punch were quite astonishing, but the hidden skill of strict dodge full of points was played just right, and he staggered to avoid the punch, Gu Xi smashed into the air and took two steps forward.

But he adjusted his steps very quickly, making an emergency stop and a backhand.

Maybe it was the insomnia that weakened his strength all night, maybe it was because he didn't have enough anger after using his ultimate move, when Yan Yan turned sideways to avoid his capture, because of his unstable center of gravity, his heel hooked to the upper of the shoe and swayed, and his arm was instantly clamped.

Before he could break free, he was slammed against the car door, and there was a muffled sound from his back, numbness from the spine to the back of the head, and he was stunned for 0.5 seconds. Gu Xi's uppercut had already reached the bridge of his nose. He turned quickly to the head and was not spared.

"Fuck!" Yan Jing felt a sharp pain on the left brow bone, followed by a TV screen with a signal interruption, full of snowflakes, flashed a few times, and then a large golden star popped out.

"Stop calling, call the police again." The passing uncle yelled.

Gu Xi's arm was still in the air, and suddenly, as if he had been acupointed by the scolding, his whole body froze, the confusion covering his eyes and ears disappeared in an instant, and the picture and sound suddenly became clear.

He stared blankly at the redness and swelling under Yan Jing's forehead for a while, his eyes jumped from anger to shock, and he quickly let go and took a few steps back.

The rigorous head was still dizzy, his legs softened and he slid down against the car door, squatting on the ground for a long time without slowing down.

What's wrong with this man.

Have you been beaten?Forget it, I have been used to it for so many years anyway.

The old lady came back to her senses before him, and shouted again: "Is this a bully? I hit someone and beat them in the street."

"Shut up!" Gu Xi yelled under his throat, hesitated for two seconds, finally bent down and stretched out his hand as if making up his mind, "You're fine..."

Yan Jing stared at him without saying a word, raised his arm and slapped his wrist away, turned around to help the old lady beside him, and then waved to the audience on the sidewalk: "It's okay, we're all gone."

A taxi stopped by the side of the road. After the passengers got off, he helped the old lady and walked over: "Grandma, I will send you for a checkup first, and I will call your family later."

"Thank you, young man, you are really a good person, good people are rewarded with good things, and the Bodhisattva will bless you."

The old lady limped forward holding his arm, her face wrinkled with a smile, as if she had given up the idea of ​​pestering the car owner.

"Hey!" Gu Xi shouted.

Yan Jing ignored him and reached out to open the rear door.

"Don't blame me for not reminding you..." Gu Xi chased after two steps, "Before meddling in your own business, you'd better think about your wallet first."

Yan Jing was taken aback, and quickly fumbled in his trouser pocket. The wallet was still there. He frowned and sighed, and got into the co-pilot.

Neuropathy!Violence!Persecution paranoia! !

The taxi drove towards the nearest central hospital, Gu Xi kept watching the rear of the car disappear around the corner of the street.

tsk...

This is a fucking idiot.