Wang Chun and Wang Juanxiu are really a match made in heaven, and their meeting was quite accidental. Wang Chun is a native of Wangjiapu in Jinyang City, which belongs to the boundary of Guandongzhou. This was a few years ago. One summer, Wang Chun went back to Wangjiapu's hometown to visit his parents, and of course he also saw his daughter-in-law! He has been married to his daughter-in-law for so many years, and his daughter-in-law's stomach has not moved yet. I have run through several major hospitals in Kantozhou, and I don't know how many Lang Zhong in the countryside have seen them, and I have also compared them with home remedies and everything, but I don't see any improvement. Wang Chun didn't care much, but he made Wang Chun's father anxious, and his two little mothers were also anxious. Wang Chun's biological mother died early, and Wang Chun's father found two little mothers for Wang Chun successively. As soon as I got home, I inevitably had to lead my daughter-in-law to the hospital in Jinyang to have a look under the pressure of my father and two mothers. This time, not only did he and his daughter-in-law go to Jinyang, but his uncle and brother Wang Liang also went. After seeing the doctor, Wang Chun said that he still had something to do, so he asked Wang Liang to accompany his daughter-in-law to go home first, and he opened a guest room in Jinyang Hotel to stay.

In the morning, Wang Chun went alone to a café on the same street as the Jinyang Hotel for breakfast. Cafes and other things are all foreign toys, and Jinyang's charm only came after foreigners came. First there is the big nose, that is, the old Maozi, the Russians, and then the Orientals, with these individuals, some people from other countries have also appeared here one after another. Foreigners are different from us Chinese, not only in appearance, but also in what they eat and drink. Of course, this is not entirely true, then the appearance of Oriental people is a little similar to us Chinese. This café has a nice name, it's called Blueberry Cafe. The Blueberry Cafe is a long-established shop that was originally run by Russians. After the Russo-Japanese War, the Russians were replaced by the Japanese in Kantoju, and the Blueberry Cafe changed hands and was transferred to the Chinese. When Wang Chun was in middle school in Jinyang, he came to this café from time to time, and when he joined the Northeast Army, he hadn't come to this café for many years. Entering the café, Wang Chun sat down at a bar near the window, and a waiter in a white uniform walked over. Wang Chun ordered a cup of coffee and a dessert. In this spare time, Wang Chun looked around at this café that had been lost for a long time. It's been a few years, and it's unknown whether this café has changed hands several times, but it hasn't changed much, and it's basically the same. The atmosphere of the café is quite elegant, the countertops are covered with white tablecloths, and there are small flower baskets woven with rattan on them, and in the flower basket is a bouquet of flowers, all of which are kind of small flowers, colorful and beautiful. In comparison, the seat surface is not very small. Coffee was served, steaming hot. The young waiter looked at Wang Chun and asked, sir, do you need anything? Wang Chun smiled slightly and shook his head. He looked around and asked the waiter, when did I open this shop? The waiter was originally a local, speaking the local dialect of Jinyang, with a unique intonation, known as the oyster accent. Yo, that's a long story, and I can't say it clearly, it's still a matter of the former Qing Dynasty! It turned out to be opened by Lao Maozi, and there have been several stubbles in between! Sir, listen to you, too! The coffee in this shop--Wang Chun listened while slowly stirring the coffee in the cup with a spoon. The strong aroma of the coffee spreads, and it really makes people feel very good. A kind of happiness welled up in his heart, and Wang Chun shook his hand proudly on his chest. At this moment, he felt that someone was staring at him not far away, and he looked up sharply, unconsciously stunned for a moment. On the opposite side, a young woman stared at him intently. The young woman was a little embarrassed when she saw Wang Chun spotting her gaze, and hurriedly lowered her head, but soon raised her head again, nodded to Wang Chun, who was looking at her, and smiled, and Wang Chun nodded and smiled at her in return. This young woman is Wang Juanxiu. There was no word that day. The next morning, I don't know what was going on, Wang Chun and Wang Juanxiu both arrived at the Blueberry Cafe early and sat on a table, which was the one Wang Juanxiu had sat on the day before. That's how they met.

A big red square turn sign appeared on the left side of the front illuminated by the headlights, and the curve ahead is sharp, pay attention to safety!

Wang Chun is very familiar with this road, and in the past few years, he has run back and forth on this road for many years! This is a right turn curve, after this right turn is a left turn road, to the left turn road, you will reach Hutou Mountain. There is a tiger head ditch at the bottom of the mountain, and there is a tiger head cliff on the mountainside. The head of this Hutou Mountain is poked out from east to west above the top of Hutou Ditch, and a huge gap is vacated below the top of the mountain, whether it is looking from north to south, or from south to north, the whole mountain is like a tiger head with a big mouth. The gap is the tiger head cliff, and under the cliff is the tiger head ditch 100 meters deep. The mountain road is paved from the big mouth of the tiger's head, and walking on the tiger's head cliff is like walking through the tiger's mouth. It's a miracle of nature.

Wang Chun's car had already turned the right turn at this time, entered the left curve, and was about to enter the tiger's mouth on the tiger head cliff. When turning from the right turn, the headlights are shining directly, and the road conditions on the left turn are not recognizable at all, but once you enter the left turn, the headlights illuminate the left turn. Wang Chun saw that there were two cars slowly moving forward on the road near Hutou Cliff on the left turn, with a sedan in front and a yellow-colored truck followed by a truck, a bit like the kind of truck used by the Japanese Kwantung Army. Before Wang Chun could think about it, Wang Chun's car had already turned the corner and reached the left rear of the truck.

I saw it clearly, and sure enough, it was a military truck of the Kanto Army, and in front of it was a gray-white sedan.

The two cars moved forward slowly, as if the truck had broken down and was being pulled forward by the small car, which still had something hanging from the front bumper, visibly bulging forward. According to the practice of driving on mountain roads, it is not advisable to overtake in dangerous sections and narrow sections. The Hutou Cliff is bulging out of the whole mountain, and this road is two miles to say the least. The two cars were moving too slowly, and they were basically in that state of rubbing forward.

Wang Chun looked at the road ahead by the light, and had not yet entered the Hutou Cliff, so he honked the car horn, intending to overtake the left side of the two cars. Out of politeness, Wang Chun turned off the headlights and only turned on the low beams. The front of the car was quickly flush with the rear of the truck. At this moment, he suddenly saw that the rear of the truck had no license plate! Before he could react, he saw that the car in front of him seemed to look familiar, as if it was the car that had passed by his car at a rapid pace earlier! The car is not moving forward, but in reverse! There was a buzz in Wang Chun's head, and an ominous feeling crashed into Wang Chun's mind.

The front of Wang Chun's car was already level with the front of the truck!

Wang Chun suddenly had an idea to rush over quickly, and he stepped on the accelerator suddenly. Almost at the same time, the car, which was traveling backwards, suddenly twisted its butt to the left, and turned on its headlights almost at the same time as the truck behind it, and Wang Chun's car was completely covered in dazzling lights. Wang Chun instinctively moved his foot to the brake switch quickly and stepped on it to the end. Just as he stepped on the brakes, his car shook violently, with a muffled thud, and a huge force pushed his car to the left. Wang Chun is also a veteran driver, and while he stepped on the brake, he quickly pulled the hand brake. The car did not stop, but instead of moving forward, it moved sideways to the left, towards the edge of the Tiger Head Cliff. He instinctively glanced to his right, where the truck's two-wheeled outer tires were strapped to the front bumper of his car's right front door.

The wilderness resounded with the great roar of the truck's power. Wang Chun's car resisted stubbornly under the impetus of the huge force, trembling, and moved towards the left front little by little in the light. The left side of Wang Chun's car is actually only more than two meters away from the eaves of Hutougou, because it is close to the eaves, the wheels are very little, overgrown with weeds, and about one meter away from the eaves is a row of square corrugated stone piles wedged into the roadside sand and gravel by the road construction department in order to prevent cars or people from sliding down the road. When Wang Chun's car tried to overtake, the wheels had already crushed against the weeds that were gradually thickening from the inside out, and at this time, the weeds added lubrication to the wheels that were no longer turning. The car twisted sideways, shook violently as it hit the stake, and then rubbed over the fallen stake and tumbled over the eaves. The dark Hutougou first spread the rapid and nasty ah-ah screams from Wang Chun's throat, and then spread the miserable and terrifying long cry of Wang Chun leading people down the cliff in a car.

The car crashed into the grass and rocks on the slope of the ditch as it tumbled, and then a huge explosion sounded at the bottom of the ditch, which sounded far away. After a while, a slow thick smoke rose from the bottom of the ditch in the darkness, mixed with a smell of burning, and after a while, the whole Hutou Mountain calmed down.