After all, the story of 'the wolf is coming' was similar to that of 'the bitter-meat tactic' . The more they said and did, the fewer people would believe them.
In the evening, the family of three drove onto the elevated road and was hit by a large truck.
At that time, the two lanes were unrelated. For some reason, the large truck suddenly rammed into their car like a madman!
Fang Shaoan did not have time to think more because at the moment of the car accident, his parents who were sitting on his left and right pounced on him simultaneously. They used their bodies to block the impact and the flames that he should have suffered!
At that moment, Fang Shaoan's heart felt as if it was soaked in the purest spring water in the world. It was so beautiful, so happy... ...
The next second, it felt as if it was torn apart by a pair of invisible hands... ...
All the happiness and happiness turned into nothingness and bubbles... ...
In the end, Fang Shaoan miraculously only suffered minor abrasions and concussions.
His parents, on the other hand, fell in a pool of blood.
Fang Zemin was the most severely injured. His entire body was covered in blood, and his neck was twisted at a very strange angle.
His neck bone was broken, but he was still desperately holding his breath, unwilling to swallow it.
He had been looking at Fang Shaoan the whole time. One of his eyes, which was still intact, had been crying the whole time.
As he cried, he looked at Fang Shaoan... ...
That gaze, it was hard to describe... ... Even Fang Shaoan himself could not describe it clearly ...
At that time, when his father looked at him, there was reluctance, heartache, and love, but more than that... ... He was sorry ...
How could he bear it... ... How could he bear the 'sorry' his father had for him ...
It was his father who gave him life and raised him!
If he wanted to say sorry, it should be his son!
It was his son who was a scoundrel. He only knew how to eat, drink, and have fun. He never knew how to work hard. He was always fooling around and waiting for death... ...
He really wanted to say sorry to his father, but at this moment, his mother's faint call reached his ears.
"An 'er... an 'er... "
He turned his head anxiously, but all he saw was a blood-red face... ...
"Mom, I am here... " he choked up, tears instantly stopped mention.
"good girl, mom... mom can't accompany you... that Zuo Xiaoran is... is a good girl... good, good, live well with her... " her words carried the last bit of maternal love as she hugged Fang Shaoan who was on the verge of collapse.
"Mom, don't... don't leave an 'er alone... " Fang Shaoan cried. He wanted to struggle and move. He wanted to call 120, but he was stuck in the car and couldn't move at all ...
He was so useless. He could only watch his parents suffer like this!
Seeing her son crying like this, Jiang Xueqian curled her lips and smiled gently.
She seemed to have seen her son when he was young.
A soft, Chubby boy held her hand and toddled. Every step he took was wobbly like a tumbler.
She still remembered the first time her son called her mom. The first time he ran, the first time he went to kindergarten, the first time he had a tooth change... ...
She remembered many, many firsts clearly.
It was just a pity that she didn't have the chance to see her son get married... ...
Fortunately, she was mostly satisfied with Zuo Xiaoran.
At least, she was a girl with a good heart.