When Master Long heard He Naizi's cry, he was so frightened that he lost his pulse.
Even if we don't mention what He Naizi and the others did, the last piece of bricks still made Mr. Long feel guilty.
After all, we have been on the kang together for so long, and when we get off the kang, we just slap bricks. From any angle, it is a bit scummy and cannot be explained.
He ignored Long Er, raised his buttocks, and kicked hard, trying to get rid of He Naizi's soul-like call.
After getting on Cuncuntong, the road is a good road, with the same color asphalt, but it goes uphill.
Although Mr. Long stood up and pedaled, trying to escape by relying on his own weight to speed up, the three of them on one bike still had to go up a steep hill, and the bike was helpless, swaying from side to side and refusing to go.
Covered in hot sweat, Young Master Long was really panicked and anxious, because He Naizi's call was getting closer and closer, as if he was about to leave the village.
"Long Er, come down quickly and push."
Long Er didn't move, as if he was stuck in thinking mode.
“Brother, if you need someone to push you around, you don’t call it a bicycle.
So why are we still riding? Wouldn't it be better to just send the bike back and run with our legs?
Do you think it’s reasonable for two people to ride in a car and one person to push a car?”
If Cai Gen were here and heard Long Er's remarks, he would definitely feel a certain familiarity. Long San was also so logical before his death. Could it be that they are in the same vein?
Young Master Long's physical fatigue and psychological collapse made him a little hopeless. Forget it, give up. Why would someone like this save him?
No matter how bad you are, can you at least get on the bed occasionally?
However, when he lowered his head and saw Zhao Xile with an anxious look on his face, Mr. Long's heart that was about to give up suddenly became filled with hope.
The child was still young and shouldn't have died like this.
"Long Er, I beg you, please stop nagging.
This is going uphill. You push it first, and then you sit back up when it goes downhill, okay?
Second brother, no, second master, can I call you second master?
Please, Second Master, can you?"
Long Er heard Master Long's urgency and reluctantly got out of the back seat. He grabbed it with both hands and pushed it forward slowly, but the effect was limited.
Due to the lack of people, the bicycle became lighter. Master Long quickly pushed forward, but just after a small push forward, the bicycle stopped.
It turned out that the car was too fast and exceeded Long Er's pace, so
"Long Er, you bastard, you just let go and pull my hair if you don't try hard enough?
Are you really not afraid of death?
Then you go back, you go back to the village, you go to Taiqinggou."
Seeing that Young Master Long was about to lose his temper, Long Er finally gave up his strength, but such a negative mood made it difficult for him to understand.
Are you afraid of death?
I must be scared.
Then why aren't you in a hurry?
Why do I have that kind of mood of muddling along and not wanting to work hard?
At such a critical moment, if you don't help Master Long, why would you want to drag him down?
Although I don't want to admit it, I subconsciously want to drag Mr. Long into this, and then die together to save worry. How happy would that be?
Is it because Mr. Long found a beautiful girl as his wife and he is jealous?
Or maybe it's because he was supposed to make a lot of money, but instead fell into this unknown danger, and he resented Mr. Long?
Long Er himself couldn't explain clearly. He could only hold on tight and stop himself from thinking wildly. He suppressed all abnormal thoughts and pushed the cart hard.
Apart from pushing the cart, I no longer have any thoughts in my mind.
Finally, with the joint efforts of Long Shao and Long Er, the bicycle climbed up the slope. Although the eyes were still dark, their hearts suddenly became enlightened.
Long Er unconsciously looked behind him. The brightly lit village was silent, and the pitch-black area further away was Taiqinggou. How were those villagers?
After crossing this slope, I can escape, right? Why do I still have a little regret in my heart?
If there is an uphill climb, there must be a downhill slope. It is not like climbing Mount Everest, which is an endless uphill climb.
Just as the car was about to speed up, Mr. Long quickly reminded Long Er.
"You idiot, what are you looking at? Get in the car quickly, we are going downhill."
After being scolded by Mr. Long, Long Er numbly sat on the back seat of the car and couldn't help but look back in the direction of Taiqinggou.
When he was at the top of the slope, Mr. Long felt nothing. Halfway down, he realized something was wrong.
This 28-year-old car has no brakes.
There are no front brakes or rear brakes.
It was hard to ride on the flat road just now, and there was no need to use brakes at all, but now it's going downhill, and it's more troublesome without brakes.
Two people and one child, although they are not fat, they are about 300 pounds.
Young Master Long didn't know how to calculate the formula for gravity acceleration. Anyway, the wind blowing in his ears reminded him all the time that the car was going very fast, very fast. He had to focus and be careful, otherwise a small stone could make the three of them take off.
Zhao Xile is worthy of the character of a child. Feeling the speed of the bicycle, he instantly transformed into a boy chasing the wind. He stretched out his arms and hugged the unknown in front of him as much as possible. He was very relaxed. On the mobile phone, he remembered "→ m. qug" in one second.
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Perhaps influenced by Zhao Xile, Long Er in the back seat also imitated the boy chasing the wind. He stretched out his arms and felt the strong wind brought by the speed, which made him give up all unrealistic thoughts and feel for a moment.
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Holding the handle of the car tightly with both hands, Mr. Long had no time to take care of the stupid kid and the idiot in the car. He was so nervous that he could hear his own heartbeat. It was so exciting. He had to be steady. He had to be steady.
I thought to myself, my eyes blurred, and there were two lights in the distance. No, a row of car lights appeared in my sight. According to the width of the car lights, this car was also very wide, almost filling the already very narrow road.
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On both sides of the village road, there are drainage ditches more than one meter deep. Next to the ditch is a smooth mountain wall. The road should have been built by splitting the hill, so there were not many, or almost no, options for Young Master Long.
Then, according to the current speed and forward trajectory of the bicycle, it is difficult to avoid a collision with the car in that row of headlights, unless you stop or the other person stops.
A bicycle with a high speed, without brakes, will definitely fly freely according to Zhao Xile and Long Er's wishes, whether it jumps or stops suddenly.
Slow down, you must slow down, no matter what the car in front is like, you must slow down yourself.
Without any hesitation, Young Master Long crossed his legs on the ground, and began to slowly rub the ground with his feet, hoping to slow down, while shouting Long Er.
"Long Er, mop your feet quickly, there's a car coming from ahead."
"Brother, these are useless shoes. Look, your shoes are smoking and smell of rubber."
"Don't be ridiculous, your shoes will kill you, hurry up."
While slowing down with both feet, Mr. Long shouted for help, hoping that the car in front would slow down or stop to avoid traffic accidents.
"Stop, give way, I didn't brake, stop."
However, as the bicycle moved forward rapidly, the car in front actually accelerated.
It just crashed straight into Master Long's bicycle, without any trace of avoidance or deceleration.
Young Master Long was shocked, what kind of luck did he have?
I escaped from He Naizi's clutches and Taiqinggou, only to die among the street killers. It's so frustrating.