In a small second-tier city, at more than one o’clock in the middle of the night, a middle-aged driver uncle parked the car on the side of the road, took a few wipes from his seat, and wiped his eyes. Running a night train, this time period is the most sleepy time, as long as it is over, it is good to two or three o’clock.
Slightly agitated, he just started the car and wanted to leave, and suddenly found a 7- or 8-year-old child standing on the side of the road in front of him, beckoning to him. The uncle was refreshed, and said to himself, why are there children this big night? He looked behind the child and did not see the adult. He hesitated a little, and his heart was a little faint. The child saw that he could not get over, ran over to him, ran to the car in a blink, and knocked on the glass.
The driver looked at each other across the glass. What looked like an ordinary child? He dispelled his doubts and opened the window. “Child, what are you doing at midnight, your family?”
The child said nicely: “I’m going to the first hospital and looking for my mother.”
The driver then relaxed and asked suspiciously, “Are you rich?”
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