There are many tribulations in life, so we should not be overly sensitive to every minor injury. In the face of life's tribulations, spiritual strength and indifference are our best weapons against sin and life's accidents.

- Locke

The high sound of reading in the classroom continues to be heard, the tea in the cup has become very drunk, and our story is about to enter**.

"The car has already entered the border of Hebei, but it has not yet arrived in Cangzhou. The road conditions on the national highway are more complicated, and the driving speed naturally decreases. Around noon, we arrived on the outskirts of a county seat. At an intersection, the car was stopped by two traffic police, the reason why it is said again, is because this road must be checked in the county, there must be overloaded, the car is indeed overloaded, and it is basically impossible to make money if it is not overloaded. When my dad handed over his driver's license, he always put 200 yuan at the bottom. He was very secretive, but I still saw it. The traffic police checked the car, collected the fine, and drove to lunch. But that's not the point I'm going to make. As the saying goes, 'the rat pulls the shovel – the big head is behind', and I'm talking about what's going to happen later.

'A short stop is no better than jogging,' said my father, 'and since it's already here, and it's noon, let's stop by and have lunch here.' ’

'Okay. But we don't have any more food. ’

'I'm guarding the car, do you see the buildings in front of you?' It's a residential area, and there should be a convenience store and a delicatessen nearby,' Dad pointed to the right-hand side, about three miles away, 'You go buy something to eat and drink, and if you have one, you can buy some donkey meat.' ’

'Okay, make sure to complete the task. I gave my dad a very non-standard salute.

There was no one who sold donkey meat, but fortunately there was one who sold donkey meat and burned it. About half an hour later, I came back with some donkey meat in my arms and said to my father.

'Don't worry about eating, get a taxi.' Dad hugged Lao Hei and turned his face to shout at me.

'What's the matter, this is?' I saw my dad pressing his hand against the black man's abdomen, and blood was oozing from his hand.

'Don't ask, stop a taxi first, hurry, hurry!' Dad was very anxious. When I saw a taxi coming by, I hurriedly beckoned. But when the driver saw that it was a dog and blood, he kicked the accelerator and drove away. In the end, he finally stopped a kind driver, who should also be a dog lover, and directly pulled his father and old black to the nearest pet hospital.

It was a knife wound, but fortunately it came in time and didn't hurt any vital organs. After more than two hours of treatment, the veterinarian finally saved Lao Hei's life.

This is the first time I have seen my father cry in my memory, and it is really a bit chivalrous and tender. After five years of wind and rain, what kind of feelings can the dog's loyalty to its owner be compared?

'It almost killed me. Dad was already a little sobbing.

'What the hell is going on?' It's only been half an hour. Why did it look like this? ’

After you left, I let out the old black, tied up, and went to the cab to smoke a cigarette, thinking of a pick-me-up, who knew that I would fall asleep without a bag of cigarettes. Suddenly, I heard the old black scream, and when I opened my eyes, the smoke was about to burn in my hand.

"Woo——, woohoo; Woo - woohoo. ”

"it, someone steals oil." I cursed to myself. I jumped out of the car with the crutches, and as soon as I got down, I saw Lao Hei pounce on one of the oil thieves, and then I heard Lao Hei scream "Oh Ou, Woo Ou", and when I looked closely, Lao Hei was already lying on the ground, and bright red blood flowed from his body. It turned out that the thief had a sharp knife in his hand and stabbed him in the stomach. ’

Dad was a little weak.

'What about them?' I asked.

Ran away, a total of four people, one driving, one ventilating, two stealing oil, one of them had a scar on his face and a tattoo on his neck, driving a modified Wuling van. I didn't even move! I'm too cowardly—don't you look down on your dad? ’

It can't be helped, there are a lot of them. Was the oil stolen? ’

'It's about fifty liters, more than two hundred dollars, I'm so useless. Dad hung his head and kept blaming himself.