Back in Shanghai, Song Yuanchao originally wanted to take Luo Yang to have fun for a few days, but there were too many facts at hand and he had to wait for a few days when he was free. Fortunately, Li Xiaoyun volunteered, and she had nothing to do when she came back from the holiday, so she took the initiative to propose

She took Luo Yang around.

Of course Luo Yang approved of this with both hands, but Li Daqi, who was probably Song Yuanchao, did not object to what he said.

On the first day we came back, we all had dinner together. There was no place to eat at home, and cooking on a hot day was hard work, so we put the place at a private restaurant not far from the alley.

Compared with last year, there are more and more private restaurants in Shanghai. Most of them serve local cuisine and Huaiyang cuisine. The restaurant Zhang Jianguo helped to book caters to both. The chef is a master chef who retired from a state-owned restaurant.

, cooks delicious dishes.

Luo Yang nodded repeatedly after eating this meal. Although the cuisine in Shanghai was on the sweet side and as a northerner, Luo Yang was not used to it, but he had to admit that there were some dishes that were very good, even those in the time-honored restaurants in Yanjing.

No more concessions.

After a night's rest, Li Xiaoyun and Luo Yang went out for shopping early the next morning. Song Yuanchao drove the Huhai brand car toward Suzhou.

Before coming back, he had already called Zhang Jianguo and asked Zhang Jianguo to help him buy the sacrifices for sweeping the tomb. Last night, he moved the things into the trunk of the car and drove to sweep the tomb early in the morning.

It's much more convenient to have a car. If he didn't have a car, Song Yuanchao would have to take a train and then transfer to a car to visit his grave. It would take a day and a half to go back and forth. This time he drove there. Although there is no expressway from Shanghai to Gusu, it is still very convenient to take the national highway.

It's convenient, and there are not many vehicles on the road now, so the traffic is very smooth, which can save a lot of time.

We set off at around six in the morning and arrived at Gusu Cemetery at early ten in the morning. It took us four hours along the way.

When they arrived at the cemetery, Song Yuanchao took out the sacrifices from the trunk and walked up the mountain along the path. After walking for a while, he came to his parents' tombs.

Just as he was about to put down the sacrifices, Song Yuanchao glanced at the tomb and was startled because he saw traces of sacrifices in front of the tomb, and there was also a bunch of dried chrysanthemums placed there.

During the Qingming Festival, Li Daqi came to sweep his grave, but it has been several months since the Qingming Festival. Although the current cemetery management is not as perfect as that of later generations, the cemetery management office should have cleaned up the traces in a few months.

If it is clean, how can there be any traces of the sacrificial sweep left behind?

And judging from the bunch of dried chrysanthemums, it is clear that this bunch of chrysanthemums could not have been placed here during the Qingming Festival. Although it has dried up, the overall appearance is still intact. It seems that it is only about a week old at most.

"It's strange, who could it be?" Song Yuanchao was a little confused. Could it be that some of his relatives came to visit the grave?

This idea was rejected by Song Yuanchao at the beginning. The Song family has no relatives for a long time. There are relatives on the mother Wang Sufen's side. Song Yuanchao's aunt and uncle are all here, but they have cut off contact with Song Guangzeng and his wife after something happened.

When Wang Sufen passed away, these relatives were still planning to own their own houses. If the Zhang family's mother-in-law hadn't taken action, they might have taken over the Song family's house.

Since that time, Song Yuanchao has never interacted with them again, as if he did not have these relatives. The same was true in his previous life. After Song Yuanchao returned to Shanghai, he never interacted with them for decades, and even did not know what they looked like.

Already forgotten.

But if it wasn't them, then who could it be? Song Yuanchao was puzzled. After thinking about it, he shook his head, squatted down, cleaned up the cemetery, and arranged the sacrifices and flowers again.

After filling the wine, lighting the incense, lighting a cigarette and placing it in front of Song Guangzeng's tombstone, Song Yuanchao burned the paper money and talked to his parents while burning it.

In this world, apart from Lin Yan, his parents are the closest people to him, and there are some things that Song Yuanchao cannot say to Lin Yan, but he has no such worries with his parents.

Song Yuanchao told his parents about his life and experiences in the past year, and at the same time told how he missed his parents. As he spoke, tears fell uncontrollably. Looking at the names of his parents engraved on the tombstone, Song Yuanchao missed his parents still alive.

Ah! Hearing his parents call his name, holding his elders’ hands, and seeing their friendly smiles...

There is nothing more tragic in life than to have a son who wants to be raised but his parents are not there.

Song Yuanchao stayed in the cemetery until two o'clock in the afternoon, without even having lunch, and then reluctantly left.

After driving away from the cemetery, Song Yuanchao felt the hunger in his stomach. He thought for a while and did not drive back along the national highway. Instead, he drove directly from the right road to the nearest town. The geographical conditions around the cemetery Song Yuanchao

He knew very well that there was a lakeside town about seven or eight kilometers away from the cemetery, and he was going to find a noodle shop there to have a bowl of noodles before leaving.

Suzhou's noodles are very famous, and Suzhou-style noodles are the favorite of most people in Shanghai.

Driving along the road, we easily found the town. Although it was not a meal time, several private noodle restaurants there were still open. We parked at one of them. Song Yuanchao got out of the car and ordered a bowl of noodles.

After the noodles arrived, he started to eat. A few minutes later, a large bowl of noodles was swallowed up in his stomach. Even the noodle soup was drank by him. There was something in his stomach, and Song Yuanchao felt much better.

After eating the noodles, Song Yuanchao lit up a cigarette and smoked while chatting with the owner of the shop.

Maybe it's because Song Yuanchao drove a Huhai brand car, and the boss seemed a little restrained in front of Song Yuanchao. Maybe in the boss's eyes, Song Yuanchao was a leader, or he was a driver who helped the leader drive a small car. There are some words for such a person.

It is better to say as little as possible.

Seeing the boss's concern, Song Yuanchao smiled and said nothing. After smoking a cigarette, Song Yuanchao stood up and walked to the car to get the key and open the door. But as soon as he opened the car door and before Song Yuanchao could sit in, he suddenly heard

There was a loud bang behind him, and Song Yuanchao looked back and was stunned.

There was a curve about a hundred meters behind him. A 212 Jeep rolled over on the side of the road for some unknown reason. The whole front of the car was flattened with a big piece, and the body was turned sideways at 90 degrees.

In the rising dust and smoke, two high-hanging wheels were still turning.

"Good boy! If you are going to die, there will be a car accident!" Upon hearing the noise, the owner of the noodle shop had already rushed out, and several nearby residents also ran out after hearing the sound. When they saw the scene of the car accident not far away, they couldn't help shouting.

Song Yuanchao was stunned, and hurriedly closed the car door and ran to the scene of the car accident. While running, he didn't forget to turn back and shout to the noodle shop owner: "Stop standing there stupidly, get the tools and find someone to help! Hurry!"

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The distance between the two was not far. It only took a short time for Song Yuanchao to rush to the scene of the car accident. However, because he ran so fast, Song Yuanchao was gasping for air when he arrived at the scene.

A closer look at the scene showed that the right front wheel of 212 was in pieces. Judging from the situation, it was probably a front tire blowout and a rollover caused by the curve.

The car turned to the right, and there was one person in the front driver's seat and one person in the passenger seat. The driver was doing better. He had a bloody head but was still conscious. He lay crooked inside and groaned. As for the middle-aged man in the passenger seat, he was unlucky.

Because he was rolled over in this position, his face was covered in blood and his head was drooping motionless, and he didn't know whether he was dead or alive.

Song Yuanchao climbed directly into the car and reached out to pull the door, but it didn't come open. It was probably because the door was deformed due to the car accident.

At this time, the noodle shop owner and several other people had also rushed over, holding tools such as iron bars in their hands. Song Yuanchao hurriedly reached out and asked him to use the iron bar to pry the car door, but somehow he pried the car door several times.

Still can't pry it open.

"Help...help..." The driver's weak cry for help came intermittently from the car, but Song Yuanchao could not open the door. If this continued, the chances of getting injured were in danger.

Taking a breath, Song Yuanchao glanced at the front of the car. He jumped out of the car and came to the side. He directly raised the iron bar in his hand and smashed the front glass of the car hard, once, twice, three times...

The originally cracked windshield was finally smashed directly by Song Yuanchao. Then Song Yuanchao used an iron rod to pull the broken glass directly out, and finally the whole piece of glass was torn off by him.

After tearing off the glass, Song Yuanchao climbed up again, reached out and grabbed the driver's arm and pulled it out. The driver yelled in pain, his face was pale and sweaty, and it seemed that his ribs were broken.

"Bear it, it will be fine soon." Song Yuanchao knew that his actions would cause harm to the injured driver, but it was no longer the time to consider these issues. If he did not pull the person out, the consequences would be more serious, and he was already in the air

I smelled a smell of gasoline. It should be that the fuel tank of 212 was broken. If I left it alone, it would be over if it caught fire.

Trying to avoid the injured area, Song Yuanchao half hugged and half pulled the injured driver out of the cab. At this time, other people who came to help also stretched out their hands. After the driver was rescued, half of Song Yuanchao's body was injured.

Wet with sweat.

Raising his hand to wipe his face, Song Yuanchao continued to reach out towards the person in the passenger seat. He first put his hand on the person's neck and touched it, feeling that the person's artery was still beating slightly.

He breathed a sigh of relief that this person was still alive. Song Yuanchao continued to grit his teeth and leaned forward to finally get this person out. After rescuing the two people in the car, Song Yuanchao who jumped out of the car only felt dizzy and quickly held him up.

The car body stabilized itself.

"Leader, what should we do now?" the noodle shop owner asked helplessly as he looked at the two injured people lying on the ground.

"Is there a hospital nearby? Where is the nearest hospital?"

"Yes, yes, the People's Hospital is half an hour's ride over there." The noodle shop owner pointed in the direction of the car that caused the accident.

"Everyone, do me a favor, help me carry them to my car, and I'll take them to the hospital." It's important to save people, Song Yuanchao said without thinking, then hurried back to his car, took out the key and turned on the fire.

He turned around, drove the car to the side of the injured, got out of the car, and then worked with everyone to lift the two injured people into his car.

The middle-aged man in the co-pilot was seriously injured and lying in the back seat. Song Yuanchao asked the noodle shop owner to get in the car and help support the injured man in the back seat while giving directions. As for the driver, although the broken ribs were seriously injured, the current conditions are just barely enough.

Let him sit in the passenger seat.

After settling in, Song Yuanchao stepped on the accelerator and headed towards the People's Hospital. When he left, he did not forget to look over his head and shout to the people who came to help, asking them to contact the police as soon as possible to deal with the scene of the car accident.

The People's Hospital is not too far from the scene of the car accident. The noodle shop owner said it takes half an hour to ride there and less than ten minutes to drive there.

A moment later, Song Yuanchao, who was driving very fast, saw the Red Cross sign of the People's Hospital. He drove the car straight into the hospital gate. With the sound of the emergency brake, the car stopped at the door of the building.

"Doctor! Doctor! Help! Help!" Song Yuanchao jumped out of the car and ran directly towards the door of the building, shouting as he ran.

As he shouted, a doctor in a white coat hurriedly came out and asked what was going on while jogging.

After describing the car accident in the most concise language, Song Yuanchao led the doctor to the door. At this time, several nurses carrying stretchers also ran over.

After opening the car door, the doctor looked at the condition of the injured person in the front and rear seats, and then immediately arranged for a nurse to carefully carry the person from the car onto a stretcher and into the operating room.

After busying around and waiting for everyone to be sent to the operating room, Song Yuanchao felt that he was about to collapse. In just half an hour, Song Yuanchao consumed a lot of physical energy, coupled with his overly nervous spirit,
Chapter completed!