"The driver who hit someone, it was you." When Yang Zhao finished speaking, the two policemen were stunned for a moment. The old Wang came to his senses first, he looked at Yang Zhao with a smile on his face, and said, "Why hit someone, I just dragged him twice, how about having a private affair."
Yang Zhao didn't look at Lao Wang, she kept looking at that Road shadow.
"Is it you who hit someone?"
Xiao Song frowned and said, "I said what's wrong with you girl, what are you pretending to be, this is the responsibility of both parties, what else do you want when your brother gets drunk and makes trouble? "
Yang Zhao turned to look at the little policeman.
"Responsibilities for both parties? Getting drunk and causing trouble?" Yang Zhao's tone was flat, "They took the taxi first. Is there a law that must give up the car to the elderly over 80 years old? Also, who was the first to do it?" Yang Zhao said, looking at the person in the shadow, "I know my brother, he may not give up his seat, but he will never hit someone first. The rest of them are too drunk to stand upright, so, I think you are the one who will strike first. As for you," Yang Zhao glanced at the two policemen standing by the desk.
"I don't know why you've been attacking this driver, but it's useless to scare me. Let's see you in court if the driver doesn't compensate or apologize." Yang Zhao's words blocked the way forward and the two policemen were stuck. They didn't seem to have seen such a woman who was so fearless.
"I did it, how much do you want to pay?" The man in the corner finally spoke, his voice was low and calm.
Yang Zhao said, "Apologies, and then give us five thousand."
Xiao Song immediately said, "Five thousand? If your wrist is red, it will cost five thousand. Are you blackmailing someone?"
"Okay."
"Brother Sheng!" Xiao Song went to the corner of the wall, he whispered to the man: "They are just blackmailing you, you don't have to agree, I will help you."
The man shook his head, "No, thank you very much."
He said to Yang Zhao, "I can't afford so much money now, can you forgive me and give me a few days?"
Yang Zhao said, "Then apologize first."
The man was quiet, and then said in a low voice: "I'm sorry."
Yang Zhao opened his mouth and wanted to say something more, but Yang Jintian stopped her. "Sister, forget it." Yang Zhao looked back at him, Yang Jintian lowered his head, looking at his fingers. Yang Zhao was silent for a moment, and said to Lao Wang, "Can I take them away now?"
Lao Wang also felt that five thousand was a bit much, so he frowned and waved his hands, "Let's go."
"Wait."
When Yang Zhao was about to lead Yang Jintian and the others away, the man in the corner stopped her. Yang Zhao turned his head and saw Xiao Song sending a note.
The man said: "This is my contact information. You allow me half a month, and I will pay you back."
Yang Zhao glanced at Xiao Song. This man has a lot of faces, and even a note was delivered by the police. She took the note and saw a mobile phone number on it. Yang Zhao put the note into her pocket and led the people away.
On the way back to the car, Yang Zhao put the three drunk young people into the back seat and let Yang Jintian sit in the passenger seat.
"I'll take you to the hospital first."
Yang Jintian didn't refuse, and he also felt pain in his wrist.
Yang Zhao opened the window a little, but she didn't smoke. When Yang Jintian was around, she refrained from smoking.
"You are so brave to steal a car from an eighty-year-old lady."
"I didn't intend to!"
Yang Zhao started the car, turned around, and turned onto the road.
"Then why did you fight?"
"It was that driver!" Yang Jintian frowned and said, "That driver looked down on us!"
Yang Zhao said: "It's not easy for people to look down on your behavior."
"He looked down on him from the beginning!" Yang Jintian's voice became louder, "You don't know the way he looks at us, like, like looking at garbage Fuck!"
Yang Zhao didn't speak anymore, Yang Jintian turned his head to one side, looking at the road signs flashing by outside the car.
Yang Zhao drove the car to the nearest third hospital, there were many people in the hospital at night, Yang Zhao asked Yang Jintian to wait in the car, and she went to register.
"Come on."
Yang Zhao took Yang Jintian to see the doctor, and after the filming, they sat in the corridor outside the radiology department and waited for the results. During this period, Yang Zhao went to the toilet to smoke a cigarette.
After the results came out, Yang Zhao took out the test sheet to have a look, then put it back and stood up and said, "Soft tissue injury, this is a minor injury, let's not be private, I'm going to sue the driver."
"Sister."
Yang Zhao Looking back, Yang Jintian was sitting on the stool. He glanced at Yang Zhao and said softly, "Forget it, don't look for him."
Yang Zhao said, "How did he hit you? Did you use a tool?
" I said forget about it!" Yang Jintian yelled, and everyone in the corridor looked toward them. Yang Jintian lowered his head, his young body looked extremely thin.
Yang Zhao walked over and gently hugged his head. Yang Jintian struggled a bit, and finally gave up and fell into Yang Zhao's arms. Yang Zhao felt his younger brother tremble slightly.
"Sister, am I trash?" Yang Jintian finally cried out, Yang Zhao took a deep breath, and said softly: "No, Xiaotian, you just haven't woken up yet." Yang Jintian cried bitterly, "I don't want to either, sister, I don't want to... I can't help it..."
Yang Zhao stroked his younger brother's hair, comforting him in a low voice.
That night, it was already midnight after Yang Zhao sent everyone in the car home safely. Yang Zhao's parents asked Yang Jintian why his hand was injured, and Yang Zhao covered it up for him, saying that he fell on the steps on the way back to school.
When Yang Zhao returned to the apartment, he was so tired that he lay down on the sofa without taking off his clothes and shoes, and fell asleep directly.
The next morning, Yang Zhao was woken up by a phone call. She raised her head in a daze and took out her mobile phone from her bag. The caller "Xue Miao" was displayed on the screen.
Yang Zhao turned over, lay on the sofa, and answered the phone.
"Hello."
"Your voice sounds weak, you haven't gotten up yet?"
Yang Zhao didn't answer him, but said, "What's the matter, do you have something to say?"
Xue Miao said, "How's the repair going?"
"The bowl is so broken that it looks like it's broken into pieces, you say how's it going?"
Xue Miao laughed over there, and Yang Zhao heard a crisp sound from the other end of the phone, as if the tableware was scratched on the porcelain plate, Yang Zhao asked him: "Are you eating?"
"Yeah." Xue Miao picked up a piece of beef with a fork, "Don't let it break, it breaks my heart too.
"Give me another month."
"I'll give you fifty days." Xue Miao swallowed the beef and said generously, "I know there's no rush to fix it, so you can take your time."
"Okay."
Xue Miao said again: " I said, why don't you come back here, the working environment here is much better than yours, and I can give you some assistants."
"No need." Yang Zhao rested her other hand on his eyes, blocking the light from the window. The sunlight that comes in. "There are so many people talking, I like to work alone."
"Okay, you can do whatever you want." Xue Miao said with a smile, "Work hard."
Yang Zhao hummed lightly, said a few more words, and hung up the phone.
Yang Zhao was lazing on the sofa for a while, then got up, took off her clothes, and took a shower. After coming out, she felt a lot more comfortable.
She called to order a takeaway, then went to the study to read and wait. Yang Zhao's study room is very large. When she moved in, she specially reserved the largest room as a study room. The study is very messy, all kinds of books and materials are piled up everywhere, her books are very miscellaneous, and she is too lazy to classify them, all the books are stacked together.
There is a silk painting hanging on the wall of Yang Zhao's study, it looks like it has been around for a while, there is a carp painting on the bottom of the painting and a large piece of blank space on the top. Yang Zhao's seat was right in front of the painting. She put on her glasses and picked up a book. She paused when she opened it. When she remembered something, she picked up her mobile phone and called the takeaway shop just now. Telephone.
"Hello, I'm the one who just ordered takeaway from Huaken Golden Tower. May I ask if the takeaway has been delivered?"
"Okay, add a bottle of mineral water for me. I want a big bottle."
"Okay, thank you."
Putting down the phone, Yang Zhao opened the book and began to read.
The clock in the house hung on the wall by the door, and the hands were ticking. This apartment is considered a relatively high-end apartment in the city. The yard is deep, and the sound of cars on the road outside is rarely heard.
Sunlight streamed in through the cracks in the window, and the room was as quiet as if there were no living things.
After a while, the doorbell rang.
Yang Zhao faced the book downwards with its spine facing toward the ceiling.
When she opened the door, it was a little girl who came to deliver the food.
"Hello, is this Ms. Yang?"
"Yes."
"This is your takeaway, the total is seventy-eight yuan."
Yang Zhao took a one-hundred-dollar bill from her wallet and handed it to the little girl, who lowered her head to change. Yang Zhao first brought the takeaway into the house.
The little girl gave Yang Zhao some change, and said, "Miss Yang, you seem to order takeaway from our house often."
Yang Zhao smiled at her, "Really, you remember me?"
The little girl said, "It's like this, Ms. Yang, we have an event in our store. If you recharge your membership card, all dishes will be 12% off."
"Huh?"
The little girl quickly said, "However, this event is limited to takeaway dishes. If you eat in the store, there is no discount."
Yang Zhao said, "How much is the membership card?"
The little girl said, "The minimum top-up is 300 yuan."
Yang Zhao thought for a while and said, "Okay, I'll make one, and you wait for me here." She turned, returned to the house, and returned with three hundred dollars. The little girl didn't expect that she could get a membership card so easily, she was a little happy.
"Miss Yang, the dishes in our restaurant are quite a bargain."
Yang Zhao pursed her lips and smiled. The little girl recorded Yang Zhao's personal information, and then said to Yang Zhao, "I didn't bring Miss Yang's membership card with me. To record the membership information in the card, you can see whether you will go with me to the store to pick it up or I will send it to you next time."
Yang Zhao said: "You can bring it next time."
The little girl smiled and said: "Then Okay, see you, Ms. Yang."
After seeing off the enthusiastic takeaway staff, Yang Zhao returned to the living room, she opened the takeaway, took a few boxes and put them in the refrigerator, and ate the rest for breakfast.