Back in Huhai, Song Yuanchao wanted to take Luo Yang to have a good time for a few days, but there were too many things in his hands to wait for a few days to be free.

Of course, Luo Yang raised his hands in agreement with this, and Li Daqi's words, perhaps Song Yuanchao, did not object.

On the first day of returning, we had dinner together, and the place to eat was not at home, and cooking on a hot day was also hard work, so we put the place in a private restaurant not far from the alley.

Compared with last year, there are more and more private restaurants in Huhai now, most of them are local cuisine and Huaiyang cuisine, Zhang Jianguo helped to set this hotel to take care of both, the chef is the master chef who once retired from the state-run hotel, and cooks a good dish.

Luo Yang, who ate this meal, nodded again and again, although the cuisine of Huhai was sweet, and Luo Yang, who was a northerner, was not very accustomed to it, but he had to admit that there were a few dishes that were very good, even those time-honored restaurants in Yanjing were not far behind.

After resting for one night, Li Xiaoyun and Luo Yang went out for a walk early the next morning, and Song Yuanchao drove the Huhai car in the direction of Gusu.

Before he came back, he had already called Zhang Jianguo, asked Zhang Jianguo to help him buy the sacrifices for sweeping the tomb, he moved his things into the trunk of the car last night, and drove the car to sweep the tomb early in the morning.

It is much more convenient to have a car, if there is no car, Song Yuanchao has to take a train and then transfer to a car to sweep the tomb, and it will take a day and a half to go back and forth. This time he drove over, although there is no highway from Huhai to Gusu, but it is also very convenient to take the national highway, and there are not many vehicles on the road now, the traffic is very smooth, which can save a lot of time.

I set off at six o'clock in the morning, and arrived at the Gusu cemetery at ten o'clock in the morning, and it took four hours along the way.

When he arrived at the cemetery, Song Yuanchao took out the offerings from the trunk and walked down the path to the mountain, and walked for a while to the grave of his parents.

When he was about to put down the sacrifice, Song Yuanchao's eyes swept over the tomb and he was stunned for a moment, because he saw that there were traces of sacrifice sweeping in front of the tomb, and at the same time, there was a bunch of dried chrysanthemums placed there.

During the Qingming Festival, Li Daqi swept the tomb for himself, but now it has been several months since the Qingming Festival, although the current cemetery management is not as perfect as that of later generations, but after a few months, the cemetery management office should have already cleaned up the traces, how could there be traces of sacrificial sweeping?

And judging from the dried chrysanthemums, this bouquet of chrysanthemums can not be placed here during the Qingming Festival, although it has dried up, but the overall appearance is still intact, and it seems that at best it will take a week or so.

"Strange, who could it be?" Song Yuanchao was a little puzzled, could it be that a few relatives of his family came to sweep the tomb?

This idea was vetoed by Song Yuanchao as soon as it started, the Song family has no relatives for a long time, but there are relatives on the mother Wang Sufen's side, and Song Yuanchao's aunts and uncles are all there, but since Song Guangzeng and his wife had an accident, they have cut off contact with them, and when Wang Sufen died, these relatives still had the idea of their own house, if it wasn't for the Zhang family's aunt to take it away, maybe the Song family's house would have been taken away.

Since then, Song Yuanchao has never interacted with them again, so he regarded them as if he did not have these relatives. The same was true in his previous life, Song Yuanchao never interacted with them for decades after returning to Huhai, and he had even forgotten what they looked like.

But who would it be if it weren't for them? Song Yuanchao was puzzled, thought about it, shook his head, squatted down to clean up the cemetery, and put the offerings and flowers again.

Poured wine, incense, and then lit a cigarette and put it in front of Song Guangzeng's tombstone, Song Yuanchao burned the paper money, and talked to his parents while burning.

In this world, apart from Lin Yan, his parents are the closest people to him, and there are some things that Song Yuanchao can't say to Lin Yan, but he doesn't have this concern with his parents.

Song Yuanchao told his parents about his life and experience in the past year, and at the same time told him how much he missed his parents, as he spoke, tears couldn't help but slide down, looking at the names of his parents engraved on the tombstone, Song Yuanchao thought that his parents were still alive! Listen to your parents call your name, hold the hands of the two elders, and see their kind smiles .......

The son wants to raise but the parent is not there, and the sorrow of life is nothing more than this.

Song Yuanchao stayed in the cemetery until two o'clock in the afternoon, and he didn't even eat lunch, so he reluctantly left.

After driving away from the cemetery, Song Yuanchao felt the hunger in his stomach, he thought about it and did not drive back along the national highway, but drove directly from the right road to the nearest town, Song Yuanchao knew the geographical situation around the cemetery very well, he knew that there was a lakeside town about seven or eight kilometers away from the cemetery, and he was going to find a noodle restaurant there to eat bowls of noodles before leaving.

Gusu noodles are very famous, and most Huhai people love Su-style noodles the most.

It was easy to find the town along the road by car, although it was not a meal now, but a few private noodle restaurants over there were still open, and I found a parked car Song Yuanchao got out of the car and went in and ordered a bowl of noodles, and after the noodles came up, he sighed and started eating, and after a few minutes, a large bowl of noodles was all in his stomach, and even the noodle soup was drunk for him, and there was something in his stomach, Song Yuanchao felt much more comfortable.

After eating noodles, Song Yuanchao lit a cigarette and smoked, chatting with the owner of the store by the way.

Maybe it's because Song Yuanchao drove a Huhai brand car, and the boss seemed a little restrained in front of Song Yuanchao, maybe in the eyes of the boss, where did Song Yuanchao come from, or the driver who helped the leader drive a car, for such people, some words are better to say as little as possible.

Seeing the boss's concerns, Song Yuanchao smiled and didn't say much, after smoking a cigarette, Song Yuanchao got up and walked to the side of the car to open the door with the key, but just opened the car door and didn't wait for Song Yuanchao to sit in, he suddenly heard a loud bang behind him, and Song Yuanchao looked back and was stunned.

There was a bend about a hundred meters behind him, and a 212 jeep turned over on the side of the road without knowing what was going on, and the front of the whole car was deflated into a large piece, and the body was rolling over at 90 degrees, and in a drifting dust and smoke, two high-hanging wheels were still turning.

"Good boy! I'm going to die, I'm going to have a car accident! Hearing the movement, the owner of the noodle shop had already rushed out, and several residents on the side also heard the noise, and they couldn't help but shout when they saw the scene of the car accident not far away.

Song Yuanchao was stunned, and hurriedly closed the car door and ran to the scene of the car accident, and he didn't forget to turn around and shout at the noodle restaurant owner while running: "Don't stand stupidly, quickly get tools and find someone to help!" Fast! ”

The distance between the two was not far, and it only took a short time for Song Yuanchao to rush to the scene of the car accident, but because of the fast running, Song Yuanchao, who arrived at the scene, gasped for breath.

When I went to the scene to take a closer look, the right front wheel of the 212 was shattered, and it was estimated that the front wheel had a flat tire and it happened to be a rollover caused by the corner.

The car was flipped to the right, with one person in the driver's seat and one person in the passenger cab in front, and the driver was better, his head was bleeding but he was still conscious, lying crookedly and moaning inside. As for the middle-aged man in the co-pilot, he was unlucky, because it was his position that rolled over, his face was bloody, his head drooped and motionless, and he didn't know whether he was dead or alive.

Song Yuanchao climbed directly into the car and reached out to pull the door, but he didn't pull it, probably because the door was deformed because of the accident.

At this time, the owner of the noodle restaurant and several other people had also rushed over, holding tools such as iron rods in their hands, Song Yuanchao hurriedly reached out and asked him to pry the car door through the iron bar, but he didn't know what was going on, and he still couldn't pry the door open after a few pries.

"Save ...... Help me....... The driver's faint cry for help came intermittently from the car, but Song Yuanchao never pry the car door, and if it continues like this, there are many lucky people who are injured.

Taking a breath, Song Yuanchao's eyes swept over the front of the car, he jumped off the front of the car to the side, and directly raised the iron rod in his hand to smash the front glass hard, once, twice, and three ......times.

The originally cracked windshield was finally smashed directly by Song Yuanchao, and then Song Yuanchao took an iron rod and pulled the broken glass directly out, and finally the whole glass was torn off for him.

Tearing off the glass, Song Yuanchao climbed up again, reached out and grabbed the driver's arm and dragged it out, and the driver shouted in pain under the drag, his face was pale and sweaty, it seemed that his ribs should be broken.

"Bear with me, and you'll be fine right away." Song Yuanchao knew that his actions would bring harm to the injured driver, but now was not the time to think about these problems, if he didn't drag people out, the consequences would be more serious, and he already smelled a smell of gasoline in the air, it should be that the fuel tank of 212 was broken, and if he left it alone, it would be over if it caught fire.

Try to avoid the injured place of the other party, Song Yuanchao half-hugged and half-dragged the injured driver out of the cab. At this time, the other people who came to help also stretched out their hands on the side, and after rescuing the driver, Song Yuanchao's half body was wet with sweat.

Raising his hand to wipe his face, Song Yuanchao continued to stretch out his hand towards the co-pilot, he first put his hand on the other party's neck and touched it, and felt that the other party's arteries were still beating slightly.

Breathing a sigh of relief, this person is still alive, Song Yuanchao continued to grit his teeth and leaned out to get this person out, when the two people in the car were rescued, Song Yuanchao, who jumped out of the car, only felt dizzy, and quickly held the body to stabilize himself.

"Leader, what now?" The owner of the noodle shop looked at the two injured people lying on the ground and asked helplessly.

"Is there a hospital nearby? Where is the nearest hospital? ”

"Yes, yes, there used to be a half-hour bike ride over there to be the People's Hospital." The owner of the noodle shop stretched out his hand and pointed in the direction of the car that had crashed.

"Do me a favor guy, help me carry them to my car, and I'll take them to the hospital." It was important to save people, Song Yuanchao said without thinking about it, and then quickly ran back to his car, took out the key and turned around on the spot, then drove the car to the side of the injured and got in the car, and then carried the two injured into his car with everyone.

The middle-aged man in the co-pilot was seriously injured and lying in the back seat, and Song Yuanchao asked the owner of the noodle restaurant to also enter the car to help support the injured person in the back seat while guiding the way. As for the driver, although the broken rib is seriously injured, now this condition can only barely let him sit in the co-pilot's seat.

After being settled, Song Yuanchao stepped on the accelerator and walked in the direction of the People's Hospital, and when he left, he did not forget to shout to the probe and the people who came to help, asking them to contact the public security as soon as possible to deal with the scene of the car accident.

The People's Hospital is not too far from the scene of the accident, and the owner of the noodle restaurant said that it takes half an hour to ride a bicycle, and it takes less than ten minutes to drive there.

After a while, Song Yuanchao, who was driving the car fast, saw the red cross sign of the People's Hospital, and he drove straight into the gate of the hospital, and with the sound of emergency brakes, the car stopped at the door of the building.

"Doctor! Doctor! Save! Save people! Jumping out of the car, Song Yuanchao ran directly towards the door of the building, shouting as he ran.

At the sound of his shouts, the doctor in the white coat hurried out, trotting and asking what was going on.

In the most concise language, Song Yuanchao came to the door with the doctor, and at this time, several nurses carrying stretchers also ran over.

After pulling the car door, the doctor looked at the injured in the front and rear seats, and then immediately arranged for the nurse to carefully carry the person out of the car on a stretcher and into the operating room.

After following the hurriedness, after everyone was sent to the operating room, Song Yuanchao felt that he was about to collapse. In just half an hour before and after, Song Yuanchao consumed a lot of physical energy, coupled with the overly nervous spirit, he suddenly relaxed and his whole body was sore.