Uncle Qi covered his head: "Impossible, I'm forty-six today, and my parents are almost seventy, if I don't have children, they won't be able to close their eyes when they die...... "I asked what you didn't tell me, we are not outsiders, and it is estimated that you can't find a more reliable person to help you solve this matter, and you can't hide it." Uncle Qi still didn't speak, just sat there panting. Seeing this posture, I think he should have something important not to say, but he didn't believe me.

I said, "Decide for yourself, whether to continue like this, or to tell me." As a businessman, as long as you don't do anything harmful, I will turn a blind eye at most, anyway, I came to Tianjin to talk to you about business to make money. ”

This made Uncle Qi hesitate for a long time, and finally he asked: "How, how can it be regarded as hurting heaven and reason?" I brought up the matter of Lao Shang again, it stands to reason that he saw that his wife was critically ill but did not save him, which is also illegal in legal terms, and he may have to go to prison. But he was dismissed by a public institution, with no compensation, no pension, and he would have a hard time in the rest of his life, and there may be more retribution, so I didn't poke this thing out.

Listening to my words, Uncle Qi swallowed continuously, looking very nervous. I took out a cigarette from my arms again, and just lit it to smoke, I patted him on the shoulder, Uncle Qi was so frightened that he screamed, and the cigarette was scared away, so he quickly picked it up and continued to smoke. Seeing his nervous appearance, I thought to myself about a scare therapy, opened the car door, and shouted to Uncle Qi: "How about love, anyway, you don't want to have children in your life, see who will support you when you are old!"

After taking a dozen steps, I subconsciously slowed down a little, just waiting for him to call me from behind. But I didn't hear any movement, I thought to myself that this Uncle Qi didn't say anything, which means that he has a ghost in his heart, not just a ghost on his body. I couldn't just walk to the train station, so I had to turn around and stand on the side of the road and wait for the taxi to arrive.

There was a taxi leaning over with the lights on, and I glanced at Uncle Qi still sitting in the car, thinking to myself, this business seems to be yellow, if I return to Beijing, he should not toss me over again, maybe it will be cheaper than the one who can change his life. Frustrated, I walked to the taxi, just opened the car door, the driver asked me where I was going, and before I could answer, I saw Uncle Qi roll down the window, poke his head out and yell at me: "Big nephew, you wait a while!"

I waited for him to say this, and hurriedly waved his hand to the driver and closed the door again. The driver muttered something and drove away, and I walked up to Uncle Qi's car and asked what was wrong. He gritted his teeth and told me to get in the car. Bypassing the co-pilot, I was going to sit in the back seat again, Uncle Qi leaned over and pushed open the co-pilot's window, only to see that I don't know when he had moved the pile of clutter on the seat to the back.

Sitting in the passenger seat, Uncle Qi lit another cigarette and said while smoking, "I—I don't know what to say about this." ”

"Say whatever you want, don't hide it, it's just you and me here, don't be afraid. I comforted.

Uncle Qi nodded again and again, and took a hard puff of his cigarette: "I have encountered such a thing before. ”

Fifteen years ago, when his first son was just over three years old, he had just driven a Dongfeng pickup truck for the transport company at the harbor. After the delivery on this day, I returned to the city from Baodi, and I originally planned to arrive at 10 o'clock at night. In order to get home early, he wanted to take a shortcut, took out a map of Tianjin, and after inquiring about the locals, he drew the route on the map with a pen, planning to take the village road in a nearby town, which can be nearly two hours by car.

It was winter, and it was already six o'clock in the evening when I drove on the village road, and it was almost dark, and there were not many residents in the village, and there were not many people walking on the village road. Uncle Qi relaxed a little and drove the car with confidence. In some areas, the pattern of rural houses is more chaotic, not all of them are independent courtyards, and you can see the past at a glance, and some alleys are very narrow and close to the road, and it is easy to ignore this problem when the car is fast. And it turned out to be an accident. There is a very hidden alley mouth, you can't see it at all, there is a little boy who ran out, the headlights of the car just shone on him, and before Uncle Qi came to his senses, the car had already hit. The little boy flew out several meters without even screaming, lying on the ground and not moving.

Uncle Qi was frightened, and hurriedly turned on the steering wheel brake to check, and saw the little boy bleeding from his mouth and nose through the car lights, his eyes were closed, and he didn't know whether he was dead or alive, but he didn't move at all anyway. Uncle Qi trembled, and there was only one thought in his mind: it's over, it's all over. I squatted on the ground for half a minute without moving, my brain went blank, and I only knew how to gasp. When he came back to his senses, he suddenly found that there was a problem, the village was quiet at this time, there was no figure in half, and he didn't see the little boy's family come out, so it was estimated that he was either cooking at home or eating at home. Uncle Qi's hands were trembling, and he had an idea, run. Slowly standing up and taking a few steps back, he walked to the back of the car and quietly looked into the alley, it was too dark to see anything, only faintly saw smoke coming out of the night. Uncle Qi didn't hesitate, quickly got into the car, turned a corner and drove away.

Driving the car into town, he pretended to stop and buy cigarettes from the commissary, passing by to see if there were any traces on the front of the car. The little boy's body should have hit the bumper, the headlights were not broken, and the bumper was only crooked. Uncle Qi didn't dare to clean up in the town, until he drove the car back to the downstairs of his family in the city, and then he did it himself and reset the bumper.

When he got home, in order not to let his family see it, Uncle Qi pretended to be too tired and wanted to go to bed immediately, and got into the bed after taking a bath. He didn't close his eyes all night, and his mind was full of the little boy's bloody face. The next day at work, he was also frightened, thinking that at any time a police officer would break into the unit to look for him.

A few days passed, and nothing happened. Uncle Qi was weak and wanted to go back to the place where the accident happened in that village, but he was afraid of being recognized or exposed. But this thought made him unable to eat and sleep, and finally he made up his mind to go back. On this day, Uncle Qi borrowed an old Xiali from a friend, put on a hat, and drove the village to the same road. When he was about to drive to the place of the accident, he saw a lot of people gathered at the mouth of the small alley from a distance, Uncle Qi was so frightened that his heart almost didn't jump out, and he almost wanted to turn around, but he was afraid of being discovered, so he had to slowly approach.

These people were dressed as local villagers, as if they were holding some kind of ceremony, and a middle-aged male villager walked over and looked in through the glass. Uncle Qi's hands were shaking, and the villager raised his hand to knock on the car window, Uncle Qi had to shake it halfway, and the villager said, "Wait for ten minutes, send the soul here!"