Chapter 3
I raised my head, sighed at my old mother, and said, "Yeah, why don't you come and ask me directly? I'd like to know too."
There was silence on the other end of the phone, and Shen Luoyu realized that he had said the wrong thing, and began to rush to remedy it.
No, maybe uncle and aunt are afraid of disturbing your work, you are so busy all day..."
From when I was paralyzed in a car accident to when Beiyan was born, although there was no quarrel, my relationship with my parents was gradually estranged unknowingly. Twelve years have passed, and it has been frozen three feet, and now even eating together shows the embarrassment of not being able to find a topic. I usually don't contact them when I have nothing to do, and they don't take the initiative to ask me if they want to know my current situation. Instead, they ask Shen Luoyu to inquire.
Afraid of interrupting my work? When Shen Luoyu said this, he didn't know whether he believed it or not.
They're not afraid of interrupting my work, they're just afraid of me. I am afraid that I will remind them of the proud son, that I will suddenly realize that I have become an unbearable waste, and I am afraid that one day I will try my best to ask them about Beiyan's birth.
In my third year of being paralyzed by a car accident, my mother gave birth to a younger brother who was twenty-two years younger than me. This child born to my mother at an advanced age after I was paralyzed is like a Schrödinger's taboo - as long as you don't look into it, everyone can paralyze themselves. It's just a beautiful accident.
But in fact, just like Professor Wang's wig, everyone knows exactly why he was born.
Okay, I'm going to drive, it's okay I'm hanging up. "
Shen Luoyu paused and sighed, showing helplessness.
I'll see you in a few days, and you pay attention to your body. "
After hanging up, I opened the car door, put down the booster seat next to the driver's seat, and moved myself over there with the strength of my arms. Once the wheelchair is in the back seat, I raise the booster seat and move myself into the driver's seat.
I am very used to doing this, and it only took two or three minutes before and after, and most of the time was still waiting for the wheelchair to be stowed away.
Since the brakes and accelerators have to be controlled by hand for vehicles with disabled people like me, I usually don't drive too fast. Even if there is no car in front of me, my average speed will not exceed 50 yards per hour.
There is a road around the school that is very narrow and difficult to drive. Both sides of the road are filled with parking spaces, and only one car can pass through.
Today may be related to Friday, the restaurants and shops on both sides are full of business, the parking spaces are very tight, and the bicycles parked in a mess, the difficulty of passing has skyrocketed.
My nerves were tense and I moved forward cautiously, not daring to slack off, so that the yardage speed dropped directly to single digits.
The engine roared from the back of the car, and I looked in the rearview mirror, it was a blue and white heavy machine. The rider wears a black leather jacket, and looks like a male, and his appearance is not very clear under the helmet.
He may also think that I am slow, and the gas pedal keeps making a rumbling sound. Although it is not as straightforward as honking the horn, it is also annoying.
Because of this anxiety, I didn't control the brakes for the last 20 meters and just accelerated and drove past.
And fate is sometimes so unreasonable, it always loves to give you a head-on blow when you let down your guard.
Suddenly, a tri-color kitten jumped out from the side of the road, and its figure was particularly panicked by the lights of the car. I jumped in shock, pulled the brakes subconsciously, and the little cat flew across the road, safe and sound, but there was a loud noise at the rear of the car.
My mind went blank for a moment, I held my breath, fingers gripped the steering wheel tightly, and it took me a while to recover from the horror.
Realizing it might have been a rear-end collision, I lowered the window to check the car behind, but couldn't see much due to the limited visibility.
The width of the side of the car is not enough to fit the wheelchair, and I can't walk without a wheelchair. It's often at times like these that I realize how embarrassing a disability can be at times.
Just as I was thinking about countermeasures, the car window was knocked, and the rider of the blue and white heavy machine had already come to the door.
The window was lowered, and the other party just took off the helmet that covered his face. When they saw each other's appearance, both of them were startled.
It is you. "Before I could react, the tall rider spoke first.
Coincidentally, it was Shang Muxiao who bumped into me.
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I also asked what's wrong with the car in front of me. It's so slow. The old lady walks faster... So it's you. "Shang Muxiao lowered his eyelids and looked tired. Next time, you can put a logo on the back to avoid misunderstandings."
I was stunned for a moment, but at first I didn't understand what sign he wanted me to put up, and after a few words, I quickly realized that he should be asking me to put up a sign like "the owner is disabled or the owner is sick".
He probably didn't mean to act so discriminating against me, but his words did make me uncomfortable. I just pay attention to safety, it has nothing to do with whether I am disabled or not, even if I am not disabled, I will drive carefully.
Excuse me……"
Enduring my displeasure, I explained to Shang Muxiao that I slammed on the brakes to avoid the wild cat that suddenly came out. After hearing this, Shang Muxiao nodded, as if he was not very interested in the cause of the accident, and quickly said that since it was his rear-end collision, then he was fully responsible.