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The computer screen flickered, and the words were still pulsating.

"I vomited everything, so I felt relaxed, but I was weak. I leaned back in my seat and turned upside down, but I was no longer uncomfortable, but I felt a little more comfortable.

I watched the flat asphalt road in front of me get closer and closer, and I couldn't help but be overjoyed. But the worst thing was that when I drove the truck down the flat road, my stomach was churning again.

I knew it was somersault and I had nothing left to vomit. But the somersault made me even more painful.

My mouth was always open because I couldn't close it, and a series of strange sounds came out of my throat, as if there was an inch-long fish bone in it.

I knew I was throwing up again, but all I could vomit was a sound and a foul smell.

I was in tears again, my legs were no longer shaking but shaking, and the convulsions on both sides of my lower back made me seem to hear two kidneys moaning.

Bitter saliva dripped from the corners of his mouth, and then down his chin, and after a while passed his neck to his chest, and then continued downward, and finally stopped at his waist, where the convulsions were.

I felt cold and sticky with my saliva, and I wanted to wipe it with my hands, but I didn't even have the strength to do that. It was at that time that I saw a figure flash in front of me, and my head "buzzed".

Even though I was dizzy and weak, I knew what was happening. I don't know when the strength came back, I hit the brakes and the truck stopped without sliding.

But I couldn't open the door for a long time, and my hands trembled. I saw a passenger car passing by me, and many passengers were looking at my car from the window.

I think they must have seen it, so I let go and sat in my seat blankly, waiting for the bus to stop not far away, waiting for them to come over. But after a long time, they didn't come either.

There were a couple of country women coming up to me, and they were staring at my truck, and I thought they must have been seen this time, and they were going to make that weird scream, but they walked over like they were fine.

Then I wondered, I wondered if I had just been dazzled. Then I opened the door and ran to the front of the car to see that there was nothing. I walked around the car two more times and still didn't see anything.

Now I was relieved, I was sure that I was dazzled just now. I couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief, and I became weak again.

If I hadn't seen blood on the wheels and had gotten into the cab and continued driving, I might have been fine. But I saw it. Not only did I see it, but I also touched the blood stains on the wheels with my hands, and the blood stains were wet.

I knew I wasn't dazzled. So I got on the ground and looked under the car and saw a girl curled up inside. Then I got up again and looked around blankly, waiting for someone to come and find out.

It was a summer noon, and the sun was lazily shining down, and it seemed as if there was smoke all around. I saw a small river on the left side of the road, the water seemed to be not flowing, and the surface of the river looked like it was covered with moss.

A concrete bridge is nearby, and only one side of the bridge has a railing. A dirt road lined with grass stretched forward, and the dirt road took my gaze into the distance, where there were a few scattered houses and what seemed to be a few figures.

I waited like this for a long time, and no one showed up. I stared at the blood on the wheels again, and after looking at it for a long time, I realized that there was not much blood, only a few drops.

So I grabbed a handful of dirt and began to slowly wipe the few drops of blood, and halfway through the wipe I stopped to light a cigarette and wipe it again

。 It wasn't until the blood was wiped clean that I woke up from a dream. I want to run away quickly, what are you still rubbing. I immediately got in the car. However, when I closed the door and started the car, I suddenly saw a fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy riding a bicycle in front of me, wearing loose overalls.

The kid I ran into the reservoir more than a decade ago reappeared at that time. It was all meant to be. Even though the scene in front of me was just a flash and vanished in a hurry, I couldn't drive the car away.

I got out of the car and dragged the girl out from under the car. The girl's forehead was tattered, but the blood was still flowing from it, and her breathing, though weak, continued.

Her eyes were still open, dark and bright, as if they were the same as they were from more than ten years ago. I took her in my arms and walked towards the concrete bridge with only one side of the railing, and then I walked onto the dirt road.

I felt her limp body very hot, and her long black hair fell down like a willow branch on my arm. At that time, I felt infinite sadness in my heart, as if I had knocked down my own child.

When I held her, she had her head on my chest, and she looked like her own child. I carried her for a long time, and the houses I saw on the road were now much larger, but the figure I saw just now did not appear.

There was a sudden rush of excitement in my heart, and I vaguely felt that I was doing something amazing. I felt like I was going back to that car accident more than a decade ago, when I didn't run away with my car, but jumped into the reservoir and got the boy up.

What I was holding in my hand seemed to be the boy in his oversized overalls. The long black hair that fell down his arms made me think that the boy's hair was so long after more than ten years

I walked closer to the houses, and I realized that there were many more houses in them. A large tree blocked my way, and in the shade sat an old lady with a top body, two shriveled r-rooms hanging down to her waist, and she was looking at me.

I walked over and asked her where the hospital was. When she glanced at the girl in my hand, she immediately screamed, "Evil! It was only when she screamed that I came to my senses.

I realized that it was a big mistake not to run away just now, but it was too late. I looked down at the girl in my arms, her tattered forehead was no longer bleeding, and her long black hair was no longer fluttering, and her black hair was clotted with blood.

I felt her body cooling down quickly, but it was my heart cooling down quickly. I asked the old lady again where the hospital was. And she screamed again.

I think she was stupefied by the tragedy, and I knew there would be no answer to her questions. I walked around the big tree in front of me and walked inside. But the old lady followed, and shouted one after another:

"Evil!"

In a few moments she was in front of me, and she kept screaming in front of me, and the sound was as piercing as breaking glass. I saw a couple of piglets scurrying in front of me.

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