Back in Jicheng, in order to avoid long nights and dreams, the four of them said goodbye to the full-man driver and hurriedly boarded the return car. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info Zhu Yan's severed hand has all scabbed, and it stands to reason that he should go to the hospital to see it, but because he was in a hurry, he had to wait until he went back to see it.

Calculate carefully, they have been coming from the wild goose for more than a week! On the way here, I spent four days and four nights, stayed in Jicheng for one night, and spent another three nights on the mountain, and now it is exactly eight days. I don't know how the cultivation school is preparing? Teacher Chen, how did they and the students of the Elite 5 class practice?

Zhu Yan thought as he watched the scene outside the car window and quickly retreated. Spring is still in the northeast in late April, and pedestrians are still wearing winter clothes, and occasionally you can see the grass and trees on the roadside with frozen residues.

The car ran tirelessly on the highway, and almost never stopped except to get off the bus halfway to eat. There are two drivers in the car, and they switch between drivers every six or seven hours, usually for long-distance travelers, to avoid accidents caused by excessive fatigue.

The older driver, I heard that he is not yet fifty this year, but his temples have long turned white. The other is said to be only in his thirties, but he has wrinkles crawling on his forehead and looks ten years older than his actual age. The continuous long-distance travel, coupled with the lack of sleep, made him look very haggard.

Both drivers are very talkative, as is the case for long-distance runners all year round. In particular, sometimes when you are sleepy while driving, you don't talk to people, and you may fall asleep while driving, and this is how some traffic accidents in which cars overturn and people die.

When the old driver saw Zhu Yan with a broken arm, he seemed very sympathetic, so he asked what happened to this arm? Of course, Zhu Yan didn't tell him the truth, so he deduced that he accidentally fell from a height and broke it. When the old driver heard this, he was very emotional, saying that if it wasn't for the poor care of his parents, how could this happen?

Then, he talked about his child, who also burned half of his face when he went to get a hot water bottle because his parents were not there, and still has a scar on his face. When he said this, his face was full of guilt, he has been running around all these years, and his wife has to be busy at home alone, how can he have the time to take care of the children? But if you don't make more money, how can you have the money to buy a house for your children and marry a daughter-in-law in the future? But who knows, this favor has broken the child's appearance, and now it has been five years since he graduated from college, and he can't even talk about the object.

The passengers on the bus smiled and asked him, what is his son doing now? Where to stay? Maybe we'll meet him in the future, and you can introduce him to someone.

The old driver sighed and said that it was very likely to run into him, because his son was also running long distances, but he was not in this car. However, it is not easy to introduce him to someone! In the past, many people had introduced him to the object, but when people saw the look on his face, and heard that he was a long-distance runner, Leng ran away without saying a few words.

Everyone was surprised, and hurriedly asked what happened to the long run? I have heard that people who run long distances earn money, and their wages are two or three times higher than that of ordinary workers, so people are not satisfied?

The old driver didn't answer, but just asked, "Do you know why my son wasn't in the same car as me?" ”

This can stop everyone, and everyone speculates about the reason. Some say that you can make more money that way; It is also said that it is unlucky for a father and son to be in the same car; Others said that this would allow the two to take turns going home. But these answers were all denied by the old driver one by one.

Zhu Yan knew very well why this was the case, but he didn't say it. He only felt that his heart was like a piece of lead, which made his heart very painful and tired, why is there so much suffering in the world?

In the end, the answer is still said by the old driver himself, this is the practice of long-distance runners, and the father and son must run separately. You must know that the danger of running a long distance is no less than that of an acrobat walking a tightrope, although he is very skilled, but who can guarantee that he will not miss a single or two times? Especially in some places where the mountains are high and the roads are steep, a slipper and even people and cars will be reimbursed. It is difficult for ordinary people to go far a few times a year, and the probability of encountering this kind of thing is relatively small. But drivers are different, they have to run on this road every day, and the probability of winning the "prize" is more than 100 times higher than ordinary people. If the father and son are both in the same car, then if there is an accident, why not both of them will be reimbursed?

As soon as these words were spoken, there was a long silence in the car, and none of the passengers were moved to tears, as if the softest place in the heart was stabbed by something, and everyone looked at the eyes of the two drivers, and unconsciously carried a little respect.

This is a profession that walks on the edge of life and death all the time! If it weren't for the sake of livelihood, if there was really no other way to make a living, who would have gone down this road?

Zhu Yan wiped away the tears in his eyes, quietly examined the two drivers with the eyes of the sky, and then quietly pierced the acupoints in the air to relieve their meridians. He has no way to relieve them of the pressure of survival, so he can only express his respect and apologies in this way.

But he also knows that there are only these two drivers in this world who work hard and run for life and death to survive? Look at those peasant uncles in their hometown, who have been busy all year round, but how many of them are not destitute? Look at the people who build houses, sweep garbage, drill sewers, and build power lines in the city, doing all the hardest, tiring, dirtiest and most dangerous jobs in this city, but what does this city give them? They built the city, they cleaned the city, they dedicated their most beautiful youth to the city, but in the end they did not deserve to have the city's hukou, did not deserve the respect of the citizens, did not deserve the welfare of the city, and even they were called the "psoriasis" of the city, and became a flood beast that hindered the beauty of the city, lowered the quality of the city, and created chaos in the city.

What could he do with them? In this world, there are so many grievances and helplessness, how can he Zhu Yan return to heaven alone? All he tried to do could at best relieve part of the suffering of those around him, and how could he save all those who were struggling with misfortune?

Zhu Yan felt very powerless, and even a little desperate. He knew the cause of this suffering, but he was powerless to change it. Although he is a cultivator, and now he is a cultivator with great powers, he can kill any life in this world if he wants to.

But he's not a butcher, and he can't kill all the bad guys in this world. He's not the devil either, and it's just the devil's way to wash away hatred with blood and then breed new hatred. He was just a practitioner, and in the tradition of practitioners, only benevolence was the magic weapon to eliminate suffering. But in such a world, can charity really eliminate all suffering and all injustice?

Zhu Yan was really confused, he seemed to see that he was standing at a huge crossroads, and there were many passages in front of him, and it seemed that each of them could lead to heaven, and it seemed that each of them led to hell, so he had no choice. And behind him, there seemed to be some kind of disaster alarm that prevented him from stopping.

(Today's day shift is a night shift, and it's almost nine o'clock when I come back.) Write it in a hurry, and you can't stop changing it! At this stage, he is also a little confused, Zhu Yan's mission is difficult to grasp, or it is really difficult for him to complete the mission in a specific place and a specific era, what should he do? I see that there are often reservations in TV shows, please help my friends behind me, I will try to use it once, please help me! Please select in the survey area or leave a message in the comment section. Thank you! ）