pertwk Chapter 53 Middle-aged woman: You have to pay for my car
Chapter 53 Middle-aged woman: You have to pay for my car
Luo Jinnian has been performing well on set recently, but due to the "betrayal" incident, she has been kicked out of her close circle by her old friends. Lately, the middle-aged woman has been feeling quite idle.
She thought to herself that the child must be having a hard time at school, so she decided to pick him up herself.
Now that my son is constantly taking on acting roles, I should also realize my place and respect the pillar of the family.
She admitted that she hadn't done well in the past, although she had her reasons. She couldn't say that 70-80% of her son's success was due to her efforts, but as a middle-aged woman who considered herself smart, she understood that her son still harbored resentment towards her.
However, given the deep bond between mother and child, how could her active lifestyle possibly make her child forget the past?
"Why are there so many cars today?"
She cursed, and the traffic light pushed her away, leaving her nowhere to be seen. The car windows around her were open, and parents were chatting.
"Did your child find that math problem difficult?"
"She said math wasn't difficult, and I'm usually good at math, so I'm not worried. It's her English that's causing me trouble."
The middle-aged woman leaned closer. "What are you talking about? What exam?"
Only after the two parents looked at each other blankly did she learn that the elementary school was having its final exams.
"What kind of look is that? If you don't know, you don't know. Parents are always watching their children's grades, don't they put pressure on them?" the middle-aged woman thought with disdain.
Today is the second day of exams. Actually, the first day of exams for the main subjects has already ended. Today, the higher grades of elementary school will be tested on science and general knowledge.
So right now, Luo Jinnian is having hot pot with everyone in the rented apartment. It's the first time that so many people have gathered together since they rented the place.
Chu Qingning, who has been studying all the time, arrived. Gu Yanxi, who was busy learning all sorts of things, arrived late. As for Uncle Qin, Fei Yuxi and her assistant, they always come, needless to say.
"How are you? Aren't you scared being all alone?"
I rented the apartment a while ago, but when I was on set, I always stayed in hotels all over the country. To be honest, this was the first time I stayed in a hotel since I finished my exam yesterday.
Luo Jinnian smiled:
"What's there to be scared of? It feels really good, the feeling of freedom is really nice."
"Uncle Qin, how's the post-production work for the movie 'Lost in Thailand' going?"
Uncle Qin gave an OK sign. He's an old pro at shooting quickly. Although there was no veteran assistant director to mediate, he's been doing this for many years and overcame the initial discomfort. After that, he did a great job.
"It's excellent. Your novel is so vivid that I had almost no trouble filming it. It felt like there was a movie right in front of me."
Actually, that's true. Even though "Lost on Journey" is the first film in the "Lost on Journey" series, it's not immature at all. In fact, Luo Jinnian thinks its quality is better than the later films.
"It seems the box office champion for this year's Spring Festival film season has already been decided."
"Thank you for your kind words."
"Actually, it's about mutual encouragement." Luo Jinnian raised his Sprite glass and clinked it with his. If "Lost in Thailand" becomes a hit, it can officially kick off the trend of adapting his works, which will greatly help improve his status in the literary world.
While they were enjoying their meal, the middle-aged woman on the other side, getting impatient, chose to take a detour, a very remote route.
As she walked, the cold wind made her feel uncomfortable riding her electric bike. She thought, "Oh well, he always walked home by himself before, so I won't pick him up today."
Thinking about this, the middle-aged woman suddenly felt enlightened, her whole body relaxed, and she twisted the handlebars with her right hand, noticeably increasing the speed of her electric scooter as she rushed home.
The middle-aged woman turned the car around and twisted the ignition switch hard with her right hand.
"Why bother answering? It's bad luck."
She cursed under her breath as the electric scooter sped up, rushing back along the secluded path. A cold wind rushed into her collar, and she hunched her neck, but the speed didn't decrease at all—the odometer read 45.
The road was narrow, barely wide enough for two cars to pass each other. There were no lane markings in the middle, but she knew that if she stayed to the right and the other car to the left, everyone would go their own way, and there wouldn't be any problems.
But she didn't want to "go her own way" today.
She was furious after being jostled around by cars on her way to school. Those four-wheeled vehicles were all so arrogant, honking their horns as they drove past her, some even rolling down their windows to yell at her for "asking for death."
court death?
She's been riding her bike for fifteen years, who has she ever been afraid of?
There's a left turn ahead.
She had driven this road several times during the day and knew that this bend was sharp and had poor visibility, making it impossible to see oncoming vehicles. Logically, one should slow down, keep to the right, and honk the horn on such a bend.
The middle-aged woman did not slow down.
Instead of slowing down, she deliberately moved closer to the middle of the road—her left wheel had already crossed the imagined center line.
Why can cars drive in the middle, but electric cars have to stay on the side?
She wants to stay in the middle.
When we were halfway through the bend, two white lights suddenly appeared on the opposite side.
A bread truck came rushing out from the other end of the bend.
The van wasn't going slow either, and the driver clearly hadn't slowed down much. But the problem was, when the van came out of the curve, its body was right on the center line—meaning it was taking up her lane.
For a normal person, the first reaction in this situation would be to brake and swerve to the right.
The middle-aged woman's first reaction was—why should I give way?
She didn't brake.
She even twisted the throttle a little further, and the electric scooter suddenly lurched forward, heading straight for the bread truck's left front wheel.
The distance between the two vehicles was rapidly decreasing.
Fifty meters.
Forty meters.
Thirty meters.
The van driver clearly noticed her and swerved sharply to the left, trying to get back into his lane. But the curve was too sharp, and the van swerved, moving even closer to the center line.
The middle-aged woman watched as the van drew closer, its two headlights blinding her.
She finally felt a pang of panic.
But she did not move to the right.
She chose to go left—she turned the car around to face the direction of the bread truck.
She had to get ahead of the bread truck and squeeze through the narrow gap between the truck and the shoulder.
"I don't believe you dare to hit me!"
That was the last thought that flashed through her mind.
The bread truck driver kept honking his horn.
"Beep—!"
The piercing sound of a flute exploded across the empty wasteland.
The middle-aged woman's ears were ringing from the noise, but she gripped the handlebars tightly as the electric bike wobbled wildly in the less than one-meter-wide gap between the van and the roadside shoulder.
The next second, the right handlebar of the electric vehicle scraped against the concrete block outside the road shoulder.
"Bang—!"
The van suddenly veered to the right, and the middle-aged woman lost her balance, falling to the side of the van along with the vehicle.
The van driver instinctively swerved sharply to the left, and the front of the van crashed into the brick wall on the side of the road with a "bang," but the middle of the van still scraped the rear of the electric scooter.
The sound of metal rubbing against metal is sharp and piercing.
The middle-aged woman's body was thrown from the seat by the force, slamming against the side door of the bread cart like a rag, then bounced, rolled, and finally fell into the roadside ditch.
"Click—"
The sound of bones breaking was barely audible, mixed in with the sounds of brakes and metal clashing.
The electric scooter was pushed forward by the van for more than ten meters, leaving a long white scratch on the ground, with parts scattered all over the ground.
The bread truck finally stopped.
The driver jumped out of the cab, his face ashen and his legs trembling.
"You...you fucking have a death wish?!"
He rushed to the edge of the ditch and saw the middle-aged woman lying half-reclined in the rubble, her right leg bent at an odd angle, blood dripping from her chin. But her eyes were open, and her mouth was still moving.
"You...you have to pay for my car..." she said weakly.