"Brother, it's good that the child is fine, but I see that you are also seriously injured. Can you still walk?"
The motorcycle owner was wearing a thick military coat, but he was not injured. This traffic accident was caused by his motorcycle losing control. He was definitely afraid of crashing someone, but he was full of apologies in his words. Listen,
It still makes people feel quite warm.
"It's nothing to me...hiss!"
Su Huaren tried to take a tentative step, but his left leg grinned in pain as soon as it touched the ground.
"Uncle Su, do you have pain in your calf or knee? Can you bend your leg?"
"That's right, brother, don't hold on, you blame me for this. I rode too fast in a hurry to deliver the goods. If you are injured, we will go to the hospital quickly. Don't worry, although I, Lao Hu, are poorer,
But I will definitely take care of my affairs."
Old Hu took off the helmet on his head. Su Huaren was almost shocked. With his full beard and furrows, Old Hu looked older than himself. He actually called him "Brother" one after another. But look at him.
He seems to be honest and honest, and his life must not be easy.
"Forget it, I don't have anything serious to do. It's probably just that the cross member of the tricycle hit my knees. Just slow down for a while. Seeing that you are riding so fast, is there something urgent? Then hurry up and get busy. Please be careful to ride more slowly next time.
ah."
When Su Huaren was running a mutton soup restaurant, the people he came into contact with the most were hard-working coolies. He knew how hard life was. Now that he was riding a three-wheeler, he would often be looked down upon and ignored. He really couldn't bear it.
Let a poor person like yourself spend money.
"Brother, are you...are you sure you're fine?"
Lao Hu still couldn't believe it. He just lost control of his motorcycle, and he was walking on the sidewalk. This traffic accident was entirely his fault. If Su Huaren wanted to pursue the case, he could blackmail him even if he said nothing.
He paid him a few hundred yuan, but Su Huaren asked him to leave. What a generous person he must be.
"I'm really fine."
Su Huaren adapted and moved his knees. Although it was still painful and he dared not touch the ground, it was much better than before. He could see Lao Hu's guilt and apology, so he grinned despite the pain and said,
"My legs are still a little sore. I guess I can't pedal the tricycle. If you feel bad about it, then take a taxi to your child and take him to school. He will be late now."
"No problem, no problem. Which school does this kid go to? I'll take him a taxi and he won't be late." Lao Hu looked at Su Huaren again. Seeing Su Huaren's relaxed smile, he was relieved that he wouldn't blackmail him.
"That's good." Su Huaren pointed to the little boy who had recovered from the shock, "Xiaoyu, my leg was broken and I can't send you to school. Can I give you a taxi to go to school?"
"
The little boy was still a little confused and nodded completely subconsciously. He was a child who was not sensible at all. Apart from worrying about whether he would be late for school, he would not consider anything else.
"The Second Experimental Primary School." The little boy said in a soft voice.
"No problem, delivered safely and on time." Lao Hu picked up the little boy, jumped over the green isolation belt in several strides, and ran to the main road, waving for a taxi.
The motorcycle still fell to the ground. Shen Dapeng once again confirmed that the tricycle would not fall, and then helped Su Huaren get into the tricycle. "Uncle Su, are you really okay?"
"It should be fine." Su Huaren rubbed his knees through thick cotton trousers and kneepads, a few drops of sweat dripping down his temples. He was obviously in pain but still looked at Xiaoyu and the motorcycle owner with concern.
"Uncle Su, the child will be fine. What you should be concerned about now is yourself. If you are in so much pain that you dare not move, you may have injured a bone..."
"No, I just twisted it a bit and probably stretched my tendons. I just need to rest for a while."
Su Huaren was in so much pain that he didn't dare to move anymore. He stared at Shen Dapeng and asked, "Why are you wearing so little? Are you getting up early to exercise?"
"Well, it's a habit I developed in college."
During the Chinese New Year period, Shen Dapeng did not exercise seriously at all. Unexpectedly, he met Su Huaren during his first morning jog after the new year. Or Su Huaren was hit in a car accident. I don't know whether it was because of his bad luck or because Su Huaren was injured.
"That's right. Young people still need to be a little energetic, especially your generation. They have never farmed, worked in a factory, or done odd jobs for others. They are learning and learning every day."
Su Huaren looked at Shen Dapeng in front of him and seemed to see his daughter Su Su, "I don't dare to say whether my grades are good or bad. I wake up early and sleep late all day long. I open my eyes, close my eyes, and memorize words while dreaming. This is how your bodies are.
It’s ruined by staying up late and being exhausted.”
"That's right."
Shen Dapeng chuckled. Even though Su Huaren's words were a bit teasing, he had to admit that with the development of electronic technology, after the popularity of televisions, computers, and smart phones, the physical fitness of the generation of 80 and 90 is indeed
Not as good as the older generation, this is an indisputable fact in reality.
"Hey, it's been a long time, why hasn't Xiaoyu left yet? He'll be late in a minute."
Looking over the head, he saw Xiao Yu and the motorcycle owner Lao Hu still standing on the roadside. Su Huaren was worried and wanted to get up, but was held down by Shen Dapeng, "Uncle Su, just stop moving. I'm going to see what's going on."
"Then... I'm going to trouble you again."
"Aren't you injured? I'm just helping you, junior. Why are you so polite to me?"
Shen Dapeng nodded and told Su Huaren not to worry about his children being late for school. Then he got out of the tricycle and strode towards Xiaoyu and Lao Hu.
Looking at Shen Dapeng's tall and thin back, Su Huaren was very confused. Shen Dapeng was just a freshman in college, and he was obviously still a little furry kid with no hair at all. Why did he always give people an inexplicable sense of stability?
On the side of the road, Lao Hu looked left and right, looking for a taxi. When he was not taking a taxi, he would pass one in ten seconds, but now he was anxious to take a taxi but he didn't see one for seven or eight minutes.
"Xiao Yu, don't worry, you won't be late." Tiger's hand was always holding Xiao Yu tightly, as if he was afraid that he would accidentally lose the child and would be unable to communicate with Su Huaren.
"Why haven't you left yet? Can't you get a taxi?" Shen Dapeng touched Xiaoyu's head comfortingly, and looked around like Old Hu. There was not a single taxi in sight on the whole street.
"It's not that I can't get a taxi, it's that I can't see any taxis at all. It's really weird. My children are in a hurry to go to school, and I'm in a hurry to deliver goods. Why do these crappy taxis become more troublesome the more urgent they are?"
"Don't worry, if I am late, I will explain to the teacher that there was a traffic accident, and the teacher will not punish me for copying the text." Xiao Yu wanted to persuade Lao Hu, but his innocent eyes showed
But his emphasis, which was full of grievance and lack of confidence, had betrayed his pure thoughts.