"What are you doing in a hurry? Why don't you tell the teacher and leave?"

Lu Ziran turned around reluctantly and bowed to Yuan Datou, and said in a very low voice: "Thank you, teacher, goodbye to me."

Yuan Datou didn't say anything, but waved his hand and sent them out, watching Lu Ziran and his daughter disappear at the end of the corridor.

Zhao Pengcheng was just sent to the hospital, and the white sheets under him were scarlet. They were carried off from the car by a doctor and nurse. The stretcher landed on the ground, and a group of people pushed Zhao Pengcheng into the hospital.

Zhao Pengcheng's grandmother received a call from the school and was so anxious that she was busy packing things. But after all, she was an old man and had very inflexible hands and feet.

The aunt next door heard the crackling sound here, and the more she heard it, the more she became more and more worried, so she simply put down the half-washed rice bowl in her hand and walked out.

"Auntie, is there anything you have to do with me?"

Chunqin asked loudly while walking out, rubbing her hands repeatedly on the apron in front of her, and raised her hand to knock on Zhao Pengcheng's door.

"Hey! Here comes!"

Zhao Pengcheng's grandmother heard the heavy knock on the door, responded in the room, and walked out slowly, her old face full of anxiety.

"Auntie, are you doing something?"

As soon as Zhao Pengcheng's grandmother opened the door, Chunqin immediately asked. After seeing the anxious look, Chunqin became more convinced of her guess.

"Yes, the school just called me and said something. Cheng Cheng was injured at school. Please let me go..."

"Did you tell me which hospital it is?"

"It's said it's the best hospital, but I'm an old woman and can't even find the road. I'm just packing up some things and am about to go out."

Chunqin lowered her head and thought for a while, and said to Zhao Pengcheng's grandmother: "Auntie, please stay at home with peace of mind. I'll go to the hospital for a walk."

"How can this work? This is so troublesome to you..."

"Stop talking. Cheng Cheng is a sensible child. Isn't it just helping you go to the hospital? Don't worry, I'll go now."

As she said that, Chunqin turned around and was about to go back. Zhao Pengcheng's grandmother was very awake at this moment. She called her neighbor and turned around and walked back into the room. After a while, she walked out with a small package in her hand.

"Hold it, there is a few dollars here, we can't let you pay for this money."

Zhao Pengcheng's grandmother kept stuffing into Chunqin's hand. Chunqin couldn't resist and had to take the small package in her hand, which contained dozens of change wrapped in a handkerchief.

"Okay, auntie, go back and take a break. I will pack up my house and go to the hospital to see Chengcheng."

"Hey, please trouble you."

Chunqin smiled and walked back. As soon as she got home, she hurried to the kitchen again, washed the remaining rice bowls and took them out. Then she washed them briefly, changed her clothes and went out.

Zhao Pengcheng's grandmother heard the sound of the door closing next door, shook her feet to the door, stretched out her skinny hand and opened the door and looked outside.

"Chengcheng, don't scare grandma..."

Walking on the bustling street and watching the crowd coming and going, Chunqin stood by the road waiting for the taxi to come. She stood alone by the street, watching the small puddles silted on the road, which stretched to the end of the street, endlessly.

There are tall buildings opposite and bustling on the street. The crowds are like tides, and there are still lights that are turned off. The neon lights are dazzling and the lights are vague. They are both fantastic and real.

There are crowds shouting and indulging in the streets, and the antique streets are hung with advertising lights for famous beer. This small city always wakes up too early.

The dust from last night was still not enough to calm down. The street lights that were just dim seemed to have dim yellow lights to see through, but when you look closely, it was a reflection of the dawn. However, not many people would notice such a scene.

There were a few young white-collar workers around me wearing windbreakers waiting on the street for the bus. Their exquisite makeup could not cover up their heavy tiredness. It was only 8 o'clock in the morning now.

Noisy music rang out at the exchange meeting in the distance, and there were crowds of people, and they were doing what they were doing. Some looked at Siberian tigers, national treasure pandas, some were making bubbles, and some were buying clothes.

Chunqin took out the cell phone in her bag and took a look. After fifteen minutes, the white-collar worker around her had already taken the bus and left the road.

The sun was getting higher and higher, Chunqin was waiting anxiously, but there was still no taxi coming on the road. She was anxious and raised her legs and walked forward a few steps, standing in front of a store. There was a trolley near the door of the store, filled with strawberries, and the sign next to it said "3 yuan per kilogram".

"Ding bei bei bei bei bei..."

There was a car honking its horn not far away. Chunqin heard the sound and hurriedly turned her head to look over, freeing up one hand to wave to the taxi.

"Go to the hospital!"

"Okay!"

On the way to the hospital, the overpasses were wide and flat, with well-connected connections. The wide roads were very clean under the care of the cleaners, and vehicles were running happily on them.

I passed a square and was full of old ladies and grandpas. Soon after, it became lively and the music started to sound. The passionate songs were so exciting that people couldn't help but enter the venue and danced a gorgeous dance. Although the dance posture was not good-looking, it was very rhythmic.

The children on the street were playing in groups. It happened that there was a red light on the road. The taxi master stepped on the brakes and took out a box of cigarettes from his chest pocket.

With a "click!", the lighter rang out, and the flames rose high from above, lit the cigarette in the driver's mouth, and the smoke in the car was shrouded in smoke.

The small space was filled with the smell of cheap cigarettes, which was exactly the same as the cigarette Chunqin's husband smoked. Chunqin, who was sitting in the back seat, frowned and covered her nose.

"Girl, do you don't like smelling this cigarette?"

"Well, the taste of this thing is so harsh."

"Okay, I pinched it. Why do I go to the hospital for such a hurry?"

"My neighbor's grandson was injured at school, so I'll help you go to the hospital."

As soon as Chunqin finished speaking, the street lights above her head turned green. The taxi driver threw the cigarette in his hand into a box and stroked his hands on the steering wheel.

He is over fifty years old, with many silver threads on his head and wrinkles on his face, looking like he has experienced life. He sat in the driver's seat, holding the steering wheel in his hand, staring at the front, and never squinted.

"Then your neighbor is doing a good job."
Chapter completed!