When Wang Jian made this suggestion, I was very surprised, and laughed a few times in my stomach, I really don't know how he came up with it, it turns out that her status in your mind is not as good as winning or losing a car.

The good route is to rush down from Tianxin Pavilion all the way down to the turn of Shuyuan Road, and then keep walking, which one goes to the Nanhu intersection first is the winner, and the one who loses will automatically quit, and it is not allowed to interfere with the winner to continue to chase the teacher and miss the girl. Don Juan gladly accepted, "Which one is afraid of which!" He has always been very confident in his motorcycle driving skills, he thought to himself, you are amazing to ride two years earlier than me, the original Japanese motorcycle is amazing, Lao Tzu is going to ride this domestic motorcycle to win you.

At the door of the Tianxin Hotel at night, the throttle of several motorcycles slammed extremely violently, and the sound seemed to rush to the opposite city tower, like the low roar of the demonstration before the beast duel, and the firelight seemed to be about to erupt from the exhaust pipe, like the murderous gas spewed out of the nose of the bull in the bullring.

I sat on the back of Qian Cheng's motorbike and said that it would be the two of us as judges to walk for a few minutes first, and go to the finish line to witness who was the winner, but it didn't take more than a minute for the two guys to catch up. Qian Cheng said that he hadn't come out to ride at night for a long time, and riding in summer was more enjoyable than driving.

The three locomotives are chasing me on the road, Qian Cheng's car is actually riding quite fast, the wind is swishing through the ears, and our hairstyles are blown very cool, but I have more than 100 pounds of weight, and I can't outrun them after all. Running to the entrance of College Street at the south gate, Qian Cheng and I were left behind, Don Juan was in the middle, and Wang Jian rushed to the front as soon as possible. His car disappeared as soon as he turned the corner at the intersection of Zhang Zhongjing Hospital, and he had never seen Wang Jian riding a bicycle with such ferocity.

When we also turned the corner onto the academy road, we only saw Don Juan's car in front of us, and Wang Jian was completely silent, "What about people?" Babble, maybe this ghost cub has a rocket jet device? Qian Cheng chattered.

Don Juan slowed down in front and waited for us, he said, "No matter how fast he is, he can't be so fast, the tail lights can't be seen, he can't even hear the sound of the engine, can't something happen?" ”

Hearing him say this, I tightened my body, and suddenly realized that this possibility was not small, so we immediately turned around and looked for someone along the road.

At first I imagined that he might have pulled over and vomited in a corner, but it wasn't long before Don Juan's discovery proved that the truth could be much more serious than that. He found Wang Jian's motorcycle, which had overturned next to a stout plane tree, partially deformed and leaking oil, apparently after a violent impact. However, the man is gone!

This made us even more nervous, and I got goosebumps all over my body. We looked around along the dim street lamps and shouted, "Turtle! Wang Jian! ......" an eager voice echoed across the empty academy road.

"Is that there?" Qian Cheng pointed to the foot of a section of the wall of the First Normal School in front of him, where there was a dark shadow. It was still his sharp eyes, and we walked around to take a closer look, and sure enough, it was Wang Jian lying on the ground like a dead dog. Here is more than ten meters away from the discovery of his motorcycle, the direction is opposite, one left and one right, how did the moment the person and vehicle were separated? Whether it was dodging people and cars or hitting something, or skidding too fast and not controlling it or something, judging from his ** illness of frequent amnesia after drinking, this mystery is estimated to be impossible to reveal.

The moment we tried to lift him up and turned our faces, we were all stunned and felt an electric current pass through my body, numbing from my scalp to my toes. The six orifices are bleeding, in the nose, in the ears, only the eyes are not bleeding, and it feels like it is in danger. Trouble! If we go out to drink with us and go to another world, we can't explain to his family, and we will not be at peace for the rest of our lives.

We immediately stopped a taxi, and at the beginning, the taxi driver saw Wang Jian, who was unconscious with blood on his face, and put on a posture that he would rather die than take this life, for fear that someone would die in his car or get into trouble. We put on a righteous and monetary offensive to save people, and gave him 50 yuan more than usual to wash his car, and finally the driver reluctantly agreed when he saw that he couldn't get out. He was wise, and at that time he was going to be hypocritical and refused to get out of the car, so he was forced to "invite" him to get out of the car and drive to the hospital himself.

I don't know what to think, but I think this matter has something to do with her, or maybe I think it's more careful to have an extra woman to help, anyway, her home is very close to here, so I dialed Shi Nian's phone. Shi Nian had just arrived home and was changing clothes, washing and sleeping, and immediately changed his clothes and came out after hearing the news, Qian Cheng said, "I'll pick her up." ”

After a few minutes, Shi Nian sat on the back of Qian Cheng's motorcycle, and his hair was blown like a ghost movie. On the way to send Wang Jian to the Provincial People's Hospital, she touched his face with her hand and kept talking to him, but he never squeaked, as if he was asleep.

We called Wang Jian's home and went our separate ways. Tang Huang and Shi Nian stayed in the emergency department of the provincial people's doctor to accompany Wang Jian and go through various procedures; Qian Cheng and I went to Wang Jian's house to explain the situation and pick up his parents. In fact, the whole incident has little to do with me, but I still feel a little guilty, we don't talk much along the way, and the mood is a little apprehensive, and my mind is thinking about what to say in the first sentence of the opening sentence of meeting his parents.