Chapter 585: No matter how painful the episode is, she is willing to bear it
After many days of struggling, Yu Keqing finally got Cheng De's favorite purple clay tea set.
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She hugged the purple clay tea set with joy and set out on her way home.
The path in the mountains was really rough, but she had gotten used to it after walking for so many days.
I couldn't help but feel happy when I thought that I wouldn't have to leave after this trip and could go home and see Xiaohan and Haochen.
Facing us, an uncle drove a tricycle bumping over.
This tricycle was like a straw shed that had been blown countless times by strong winds. It was in tatters and looked like it would fall apart at any time.
It was just making noise all over, except for the horn.
But this uncle still had a leisurely look on his face, shaking his head while singing loudly, "My dear, fly slowly, be careful of the roses with thorns in front of you..." He looked very intoxicated, like a star at a concert.
Yu Keqing hated the cold. The uncle was so engrossed in singing that he was really afraid that he would be distracted and fly out of the car like a flying saucer.
Because this section of road is narrower and more rugged than any other section of road, and it happens to be a turning point, it is extremely easy for accidents to occur.
If she collided with her, wouldn't she become a lonely ghost in the mountains?
She couldn't help but pray silently, uncle, drive slowly and be careful of the big curve with a pothole in front of you.
It's true that good things don't work, and ugly things work.
Just as her thoughts flashed across her mind, the uncle couldn't control the angle of the car's front properly when turning, and the car swayed and crashed into her.
Yu Keqing was so frightened that she immediately ran away.
In panic, the purple clay tea set in his hand was thrown out.
This time, she was even more panicked than when a car hit her. She flew toward the purple clay pot like an athlete rushing for a gold medal.
Fortunately, the purple clay pot continued, but he hit a rock on the side of the mountain and injured his head.
The skin of one of the hands was torn open by thorns on the side, and large drops of blood flowed out from the skin.
The thorns of the thorns are still deeply pierced into the flesh, and each root is sharp and long, which is particularly noticeable in the bright red flesh.
Yu Keqing's painful tears were about to flow out, and there was a faint streak of sweat on her forehead.
She took a breath, endured the pain, and got up from the ground.
Seeing that the purple clay pot in her arms was still intact, she couldn't help but smile happily, feeling that she was willing to endure the pain no matter how much it hurt.
When the uncle saw Yu Keqing fall, he quickly ran out of the car and kept bending down to apologize, with an apologetic look on his face: "Girl, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry..."