Chapter 3: Do Not Drink and Drive
Do you have any cigarettes
However, to be fair, if it weren't for his concern for the elderly couple, this fellow would have run away as well. Of course, this is something he definitely cannot say to the old man. After the old man spoke a few words, he lit his cigarette again. The vendor thought to himself that this was not a good situation; it was already late at night in the wilderness. Since the old man was fine, he needed to go back to sleep, as he had to restock tomorrow.
However, if the one who gets hit is an elderly person, it is a different story. If you encounter someone like that, don't even think about escaping. You certainly cannot resort to violence; public opinion will attack everything they can think of, such as the inadequacy of national protections and the impulsiveness of young people. Even if the elderly person is in the wrong, you still cannot lay a hand on them, right? Public opinion will not be on your side!
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Thus, while the old man was enjoying his smoke, Niu Dabaol seized the opportunity to initiate a conversation, saying, "Excuse me, sir, what do you go by?"
So when the old man mentioned that he only needed a moment for a cigarette, Niu Dabaos eyes brimmed with tears of emotion, and he quickly exclaimed, "Yes, there must be!" Moreover, he discarded the Lihun cigarettes he had on him, hurriedly making his way to the car in a rush, retrieving the Dazhonghua cigarettes he usually kept on hand for dealing with traffic police. While running, he tore open the package and, upon reaching the old man, presented it with both hands like a grandson would. The old man skillfully pinched it between two fingers, and then the vendor respectfully lit it for him.
Do not be modest, our meeting today can be considered fate. In this vast world with so many people, you did not collide with anyone else, yet you happened to collide with me! Among so many who have run away, you are the only one who did not flee. It is evident that you possess a kind heart deep down.
After a long while, the old man opened his eyes, looking somewhat more spirited. The vendor stood there in a daze, holding the old man, and only when the old man had caught his breath did the vendor dare to relax his own anxious heart
Wong Tai Sin
Recalling the desolate mountains and wilderness, the old man had just been knocked away by the vendor so far, yet after resting for a while, he was lively again, even smoking another pack of Zhonghua cigarettes in one go. What normal person could manage that? Coupled with his appearance, with a few strands of rat-like whiskers, Niu Dabao was a million percent sure that this old man had transformed into a weasel spirit!
After enjoying five cigarettes, the old man began chatting with Niu Dabao, saying, "Young man, you really know how to handle things!"
At the moment when Niu Daba was worried about money, the old man slapped his forehead and exclaimed, "I remember now, my name is Huang Daxian!"
"Uh, what sound is that?" The frustrated vendor looked confusedly at the old man on the ground. The old man's chest was surprisingly rising and falling, and with each cough, some blood foam flowed from his mouth, which looked quite horrifying. However, at least there was a reaction. Niu Dabaos quickly knelt beside the old man, seizing the opportunity to observe the elderly man who had been hit. He was dressed in somewhat worn clothes, with a few strands of gray hair. The old man had begun to breathe slightly. Shaking the old man's head, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, feeling as if he had just surfaced from underwater. Then he exhaled long and deeply. Niu Dabaos's heart rose and fell with the old man's movements.
Niu Dabaos past actions involved flipping a person onto their back, wrapping his arms around their neck, and shaking them vigorously while crying out, "Wake up, wake up, you can't die, hey!" He then performed a series of maneuvers he had seen on television, pounding his chest and pinching the person's acupoint, yet there was still no response. Niu Dabaos then sat down heavily on the ground, buried his head in his hands, and lamented, "Damn it, is this easy for me? I'm almost twenty and still have no girlfriend, just trying to make a living with a small business, and this is how you treat me!" He pounded his chest and pinched the acupoint again, but the person remained unresponsive. Niu Dabaos sat down heavily on the ground, buried his head in his hands, and lamented, "Damn it, is this easy for me? I'm almost twenty and still have no girlfriend, just trying to make a living with a small business, and this is how you treat me!"
Please forgive my shortcomings, it is the result of life's pressures
Indeed, everyone, you are not mistaken; the first thing the old man said after jumping up was, "Do you have a cigarette?" At that moment, it truly moved Niu Dabaos. Perhaps most people do not understand, but drivers who have had experiences with staged accidents can relate. First of all, being involved in a staged accident will certainly incur some losses. Of course, you can choose not to pay. If the other party is a strong adult, you could even overpower him or beat him up; at worst, you would just have to compensate a little in the end. Even if the incident gets out, people would say that those who stage accidents deserve to be beaten. With hands and feet, why not do something productive instead of coming out to extort others!
The old man scratched his head and said, "Oh, let me think, what was my name again? You see, my memory has been thrown off by you. Let me think carefully, don't rush me!"
Niu Dabaos awkwardness left him at a loss for words, wondering how to respond. He must be regretting the bottle of beer he drank today, while also recalling the roadside warning: "A drop of alcohol for the driver, two lines of tears for loved ones"
After waiting for an unknown duration, whether it was three minutes or five minutes, in any case, no one was timing it. The old man surprisingly supported himself on the ground, feeling around for a moment. Once he found his footing, he suddenly straightened up and broke free from the vendor's embrace, standing up with a swift motion like a carp leaping from the water, showing no signs of injury at all. This left Niu Daba stunned on the ground, wide-eyed. The old man moved his body a bit, turned his head, and uttered a sentence that brought tears to Niu Daba's eyes.
What am I supposed to do? Oh my goodness, I am still an innocent little virgin. Am I really going to be taken away by a weasel today? Heaven, earth, which angel sister can show some mercy and save my life? I would be willing to offer myself in return! Niu Daba clenched his fists, furrowed his brows, and made wishes everywhere. Besides that, his two legs were like the dough in a noodle maker's hands, not only soft but also trembling.
Click ... ... Cough cough ... ...
The old man took a deep breath, gazed at the sky, and exhaled two puffs of smoke from his nose. Then he smacked his lips and said, "Hmm, this smoke is quite good, is there any more?" After speaking, he lowered his head and saw the vendor holding a pack of Da Zhonghua cigarettes. He snatched it away with one hand and lit another cigarette to put in his mouth. This time, he didn't ask Niu Dabao to help him light it; instead, he directly used the end of the cigarette to ignite it. In this manner, the old man smoked five cigarettes in one go, and Niu Dabao watched for the duration of five cigarettes without daring to voice any opinion.
Gelo! The white fur sweat on the vendor's back instantly soaked through his undershirt, why? Younger friends may not understand, but those a bit older know that in some ghost stories, certain animals, after becoming spirits, like to use their original forms as surnames, and then refer to themselves as something like 'Xian' (immortal). The most famous example is the fox spirit, which often takes the name Hu Daxian, a typical representative of this phenomenon
Niu Dabao cannot be anxious; he originally thought that a pack of cigarettes had already sent the old man away. Now it seems that that pack of Zhonghua cigarettes was like a meat bun thrown to a dog. The drama has finally arrived, and he does not know how much he will be extorted. Just thinking about money makes Niu Dabao feel a chill in his heart
Finally, the vendor extinguished the cigarette, gritted his teeth and got off the car, took a deep drag on the cigarette until it was finished, then threw it on the ground and stamped it out forcefully, trembling as he walked forward following the light, while the person who had been hit lay unconscious on the ground
In his mind, the good and bad little people had been battling for half a day. Niu Dabaos took a cigarette from the rag and lit it. The sting of the tobacco suppressed his excited emotions, yet his mind remained restless. He began to think about whether the compensation would be sufficient if he saved the three of them. It is known that most drivers who operate short distances usually purchase insurance around 200,000, and he was no exception.