Wang San’s home is in the suburbs. In the evening, after get off work, he rode a bicycle around the city and walked home. He was almost home, but he saw a crossroad in front of him surrounded by many people.
Out of curiosity, Wang San locked the car to the side of the road and wanted to take a closer look. There was no choice but to be surrounded by the inner three floors and the outer three floors. They couldn’t squeeze in, and couldn’t find out any news. It must be correct to hit someone.
People are so evil, the more invisible things are, the more they want to see. How to do it?
Hey, there is a way. He only heard him shout loudly: “Please give me a hand, give me a hand, the one who was hit inside is my dad.” He thought to himself that my dad would cross the road from here to the opposite field to work every day. Don’t be my father who was hit.
When I heard that the relatives of the victim came, everyone consciously gave way to both sides. But when Wang San squeezed in to take a look, he was dumbfounded.
Where is his father who is lying on the ground and injured? It is clearly a donkey.