() When Momo looked at her cousin sitting in a wheelchair who had not shown a smile for a long time, she cheered up a little, put a smile on her face, and gave her some excited instructions on how to deal with the track. In fact, she had already
Just understand these most basic things, but can't bear to interrupt him.
"Well, I understand, cousin." Momo listened to her cousin very humbly, with a bit of pride, as she told how she first participated in the competition and got outstanding results. What kind of methods did she use in the process?
Improve your driving skills.
After leaving her cousin's house, the moment Momo turned around, through the gap in the door, she looked at her cousin who seemed a little lonely. She was sure that she could now drive a racing car and enjoy the fun of racing.
, what a happy thing.
My cousin’s dream, my own dream, don’t admit defeat, don’t give up! Momo was treated as a joke by the male riders again and again, but she defeated them again and again on the field, leaving those who had ridiculed her speechless.
Word.
"Momo, what do you look like? I followed your cousin to play racing. Look, he has no legs now and is a cripple... Do you want to be like him, neither human nor ghost?
Can’t you get married?”
It was exactly the same as the scene when he was young. The stern father did not hesitate to teach his daughter. He almost pointed at her face and criticized her hard work with words and tone that made people feel very uncomfortable.
everything.
He will always be denied by his family, and he will always live in their world with a humble image...
"I like racing, Dad." Momo looked at her father, who had some gray hair. She didn't know why, but she wanted to say this with certainty, but when it came to her mouth, it felt like a mosquito because she was afraid of hurting her heart.
Bad father.
The father's face turned pale with anger, and he said angrily: "Racing, racing, what the hell is that!? Is it something girls should play?"
"Momo, your dad is right, don't participate in such dangerous competitions anymore. Your cousin is now disabled, and your second aunt cries every day. It's really pitiful...she can't study well.
, we can find a stable job." Her mother stood beside Momo and persuaded helplessly.
It is difficult for Momo to defend her obsession and love for racing, because the world she understands has deviated from their understanding. No matter how you say it or express it, in their eyes, it is worthless garbage.
"I......"
Father interrupted Momo directly: "Don't mention racing in front of me again, don't say you are a girl, even if you are a boy, I will not let you do such meaningless things."
"But I really like racing, Dad. I like it very much! And..."
"roll!"
Momo looked at her angry face getting worse and worse. Her father, who seemed to be unable to get rid of his anger, felt hesitant and uncomfortable in her heart. She was really unfilial, so stubborn, and so disobedient.
Racing, dreams......
Locking herself in her room, Momo felt that the ideal world and the road seemed to have dug a deep hole. If she was not careful, she would sink deep and never be able to climb up again.
Momo didn't show up at the race track or her cousin's house for several days. In order to calm her parents' anger, she was willing to let herself endure the feeling of suffocation and depression, because her favorite racing car has become the biggest luxury in the world.
.
Like and perseverance may be something that is really unqualified in the face of reality.
The ringtone of the cell phone keeps ringing. It’s my cousin calling...
Momo held the cell phone that was still ringing in her hand and looked at the prominent name on the touch screen. She was a little scared and a little unspeakable. She really couldn't face such a feeling...
She once told her cousin that she would never give up racing no matter what, and would take her dream with her and race on the racing track.
But now, for the sake of her parents, she seemed to be shelving the things she had promised her cousin.
The phone stopped ringing, but Momo cried loudly, crying alone, no one paid attention to her, no one cared about her feelings, she could only let the tears flow out silently, so that she could feel her cousin's love at that time.
Bitterness and pain.
After a short ringtone, Momo took her phone to look at it and found that it was a text message from her cousin.
"Momo, what you have experienced is exactly what I have been very difficult to face, but since I have chosen, there is nothing to regret. But what I want to tell you now is that after I lost my legs, I
I found that I didn’t care much about my parents’ feelings at first, but now I feel very sad to see them taking care of me..."
"Racing is very important, but parents at home are the people we have to repay throughout our lives. I know that Emperor Shield recently developed a game called "Light Speed", which is said to be able to achieve a 100% simulation experience, and is like me
People who have lost their legs and hands can repair the physical differences in the game. If possible, we find another way to stick to what we want to stick to."
Momo looked at the message from her cousin in surprise. It was very long, but the words revealed his care for her, as well as his rekindled persistence and belief in racing!
She quickly turned on her computer and searched for news and information about "Lightspeed" on the Internet. When she confirmed that this game did create a virtual stage for drivers as her cousin said, she immediately picked it up.
Your own mobile phone.
"Cousin, let's work hard together."
...
The moment you want to give up, think about why you persisted until you got here.
"Xufeng, I will cheer up." Momo grabbed the steering wheel, a steady stream of energy emerged from her body. Her eyes once shed tears, but now they are used to explore the light.
She once suffered in her heart, but now, with the support of a burst of faith, she calculates the angle of the curve and the entry line of the car.
The braking technique under Momo's feet was brisk and skillful, because she had repeated this action countless times in reality. Part of it was honed by herself, and part of it was taught to her by her cousin.
If in real life, because of the opposition of my parents and the opinions of others, I am unable to experience the fun of racing and what I have always insisted on.
Then in such a game, she can vent her emotions freely.
All because of the words she blurted out when she stood in front of her father and her mind went blank.
