Amin likes to drag racing on the streets with no one in the night sky. He felt that only by doing that could he completely release the pressure in his heart. On this day, he drove his beloved Porsche sports car again, swaying vitality in the deserted streets.
The lights of the high-rise buildings on both sides of the street have been extinguished, and the windows of black holes one after another render the night extremely gloomy. There are no stars in the sky, and a solitary moon is suppressed by the clouds and shines on the road, not very clear.
A Ming stomped the gas pedal to the end. Amid the roar of the motor, he yelled happily while holding a can of beer in one hand.
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“Haha, it’s so cool! What work, life, and support for a family? Let me leave it alone!”
Suddenly, a rickety figure flashed out not far in front, startling him. He hurriedly stepped on the gas pedal and almost hit the man. A Ming jumped out of the car with lingering fears, and found that it was an old lady with a hunchback, with an old porcelain bowl in her hand. The old lady said kindly on her face: “Young man, your life is not over, let’s live a good life, don’t do this kind of thing anymore.” Amin was already full of anger, and with the old lady’s words, it was even more so. Not getting angry, he cursed: “Dead old lady, I can’t care about my business!” When he said that, he jumped back into the car, kicked the accelerator again, and the car roared and galloped away.
The old lady looked at Amin’s gradually blurred back, and shook her head and said, “Oh, I have been guarding this road for thousands of years. I cherish life.”
The old lady still thought, those young people like to call her “Meng Po”…