Wedge (coping rules, you can not see)
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On the morning of the Qingming Festival on April 5, 20**, on the suburban ring highway leading to the Binhai Cemetery in Pearl City, Fang Ming was driving a small car with a foreign license plate all the way. biquge.info As part of the customs of the Chinese people, every year on the two days of Qingming and winter solstice, thousands of people flock to various cemeteries like a tide to worship and remember their deceased relatives, and Fang Ming is naturally no exception.
However, it is this kind of action that usually does not burn incense and temporarily humming Buddha's feet, which makes the original smooth road condition worse, coupled with the drizzle in the Qingming season, resulting in a considerable number of rear-end collisions and collisions caused by the clan, so the speed of the road is becoming more and more slow.
Although Fang Ming, as an online writer, still had a contract to sign for the physical book in the afternoon, he still patiently surged slowly with the traffic, and finally got out of the congested expressway, turned into the same chaotic ground road, and finally found a rare vacant space outside the parking lot of the cemetery, which was already full of vehicles.
"Old man, old lady, son is also famous now."
After wiping the dust on the tombstone, and then placing the tribute and flowers in front of the cement coffin, sitting cross-legged on the seat padded by the plastic tablecloth, Fang Ming muttered to the tombstone. When his parents were alive, he was not happy to communicate with them, feeling that there was a generation gap between them, and he would quarrel without saying a word, but now that heaven and man are separated forever, he wants to say that they are not here. As the saying goes, the son wants to raise but does not wait, and only when he reaches a certain age can he understand the pain of the old people at that time.
"My son Eleven is going to get married, the other party is very good, I brought it over to you during the winter solstice, you don't have to worry about no one to take care of your son in the future"
Fang Ming continued to speak while wiping the tears that he couldn't help but leave.
"Old man, my mother believes in Christ, so I won't burn the paper for you, for so many years, you have accommodated my mother, now I will accommodate it again, old lady, I have brought the Bible, and read you a passage of "The Last Praise". Only God can shine on me"
Returning to the crowded service hall, he finally squeezed to the renewal window, and after paying the usage fee for the next three years, Fang Ming breathed a long sigh of relief, took out his mobile phone and saw that the hour hand had pointed to 11:30, it was too late, Fang Ming hurriedly rushed back to the car, fortunately, at this time, the crowd and car tide were not as dense as at the beginning, but the rain seemed to be heavier.
Fang Ming hurriedly crossed the ground road and re-drove onto the Suburban Ring Road, he didn't notice that his speed had exceeded a hundred yards, this speed may be nothing for other models, but for the small car under Fang Ming's seat, it was on the verge of danger.
Or aware of the danger, Fang Ming was about to reduce his speed a little in time, but it was too late. The car in front suddenly slowed down, and Fang Ming, who was no longer able to change lanes, could only slam on the brakes. But the distance was too close, and the car with inertia slammed into the car in front, and with the help of action and reaction force, it moved diagonally to another lane, and was hit by a large container truck that also had no time to slow down
"I'm going to die!" Before losing his last consciousness, a wry smile appeared on Fang Ming's face. "I've been writing a travel essay for more than ten years, and I don't know if I'll cross over."
A grand voice suddenly sounded in Fang Ming's consciousness: "As you wish"
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