I found and watched this film by chance. The film implicitly expresses self-criticism. It reminded me of some of my own experiences in the past, and then I thought about it and wrote it here as a kind of record.
When I was sixteen, I dropped out of high school and came home, and my father decided to teach me to drive.
On the sparsely populated streets of Xincheng District, I tried many times but could not successfully complete the starting operation of a manual transmission car, which he called "release the clutch while stepping on the accelerator". After the car wobbled and turned off again and again, he lost his patience, and my first driving experience ended in his irritable and disappointed complaints.
Then he asked me to go to the driving school for training. Feeling ashamed of my family and bored, I followed this arrangement. I went to the driving school in the morning or afternoon during the day, and returned to the new city in the evening to practice with my father or mother’s driver. After quickly mastering the basic driving skills, my father quit the coaching ranks due to his busy work, and his mother's driver was responsible for the practice supervision outside the driving school.
I gradually became familiar with driving in an open environment. The driver guided me to the city. After another two weeks of driving in the city, I felt that I had mastered the essentials as before, and then I wanted to show off to my friends. In order to fill the inner uneasiness caused by leaving school life but not knowing where to go.
So it didn’t take long for me to get acquiescence from my parents to drive by myself at night. Most of the time, I drove with another friend who also dropped out of school at home, and occasionally with some socially marginalized members of my former classmates. The car wanders around the city unconsciously, lingering in Internet cafes, snack bars and bathing centers to kill time. During this period, there were inevitably some flaws and touches, either the paint was worn or the car was dented. At this time, I contacted my mother's driver and made up a reason for the insurance company to reimburse the repair expenses. I became accustomed to this kind of life rhythm.
Two months later, I passed the theoretical knowledge test of subject 1 in the re-examination. Then, with the help of some interpersonal relationships, my mother shortened the time required for the next prescribed practice, and passed the fixed-point reversing of subject 2 by cheating. He took the exam from the library and took the road test for subject three, and got his driver's license a few days after his sixteenth birthday.
A few days later, my cousin borrowed some pocket money from me. I parked my car near the gate of his school. After meeting him, I drove to the company to pick up my mother from get off work, and found that an old man fell from his bicycle a few meters away. He pushed the door and got out of the car to help him. The old man said indistinctly that he felt very uncomfortable and asked me to take him home. When I asked his home address, I found that he had lost his mind, and I was a little overwhelmed. I watched a middle-aged man who seemed to be waiting for the children to leave school and reminded him to rummage through the old man's pocket to see if he had any medicines, phone book, cell phone, etc. I hurriedly searched and found nothing. The middle-aged man said that this is your car. No, you can take him to the hospital, which is not far away. I said yes, and asked him to help me carry the old man into the car. After he agreed and helped me, he asked how old I was, and then decided to go to the hospital with me.
On the way, the middle-aged man said that the old man started to have nosebleeds, so he told me to drive faster. At the same time, my mother called me to ask me where I was. I answered while I was driving, and roughly described the situation to her. Turning to the Heyan dirt road, I took a shortcut and drove to the hospital. I didn't want to see a tricycle in front of me. I immediately stepped on the brakes and saw the cyclist hit the windshield. After hearing a muffled sound, the man slipped on the front cover. down.
I said 'Mom, I bumped into someone, hang up first. 'A word flashed through my mind' It's over! 'Feeling a blank mind, I subconsciously rushed out of the car to check on the injured. The other party was a middle-aged woman with a bruised and swollen forehead. She closed her eyes and lay on her side, moaning softly. A few of her companions were walking beside her, and the first to meet her looked like my father, a middle-aged man with a sad face, who should be her husband. I said help me lift her into the car and go to the hospital first. I could see that there was confusion and hesitation in his expression. At that time, I thought he was suspecting that I would run away, and explained hastily, 'Take it to the hospital first, and then drive back in a while. 'He carried the injured person into the car with me in silence. Seeing the middle-aged and the elderly were obviously a little surprised, I didn't have time to explain, closed the car door and drove to the hospital.
The memory of the next part of the trip is very careful and profound: my emotions are very tense, and I even feel a little dazed and unreal; my ears seem to be a little deaf, and I can't be sure if I hear the groans of the injured person in the back; Dark spots appeared as if they had been irradiated by strong sunlight; then I found that the finger joints were weak and weak, and I had to hold the steering wheel very hard. of trembling. In this panic-stricken state of mind, the only clear consciousness in the brain is only two words - 'hospital'.
Thinking about it now, I can't help but feel dry mouth until I arrived at the hospital, helped the person who was hit by me to sign up, watched the nurse push her and disappeared into the corner of the corridor and gradually eased. At this time, I remembered that there was an old man who fainted in the car, so I told the expressionless husband next to him to go to the car to have a look. He frowned and followed me back to the car without saying a word. The middle-aged and the elderly were gone. I took it for granted that there were medical staff who received and took care of them, so I called the police first, and simply said After knowing the incident and the current situation, the police asked me to return to the incident and wait for the traffic police to arrive. Then I called my mother and told her what happened in detail. She immediately asked the driver to come to the hospital to find me and take me and the injured husband back to the corner of the river where the collision occurred.
(unfinished)
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