Chapter 957

"This elder brother, the child is fine, but I think you are badly hurt. Can you walk?"

The motorcycle owner wore a thick military coat, but he was not injured. The traffic accident was caused by his motorcycle out of control. He was sure to be afraid of crashing people. However, his words revealed full apology, which still made people feel warm.

"I'm nothing... Hiss!"

Su Huaren tried to test his steps, but his left leg just landed on the ground and grinned.

"Uncle Su, do you have leg pain or knee pain? Can the legs bend? "

"Yes, yes, brother, don't hold on. It's all my fault. I'm anxious to deliver goods and ride too fast. If you hurt anyone, we'll hurry to the hospital. Don't worry. Although my old Hu is poor, I'll definitely bear my business."

Lao Hu took off his helmet. Su Huaren was almost surprised. Lao Hu's full beard and furrows looked older than himself. He actually shouted "brother" one by one. However, looking at his simple and honest appearance, life should not be easy.

"Forget it, I'm not a big deal. It should be that the beam of the tricycle is pressed to the knee. Just slow down for a while. It's urgent to see you ride so fast? Then hurry up and be careful to ride slowly next time. "

When Su Huaren ran the Yangtang restaurant, he was most exposed to hardworking coolies. He knew that life was not easy. Now he was riding three rounds. Many times, he would be looked down upon and criticized by others. He really didn't have the heart to let a poor man like himself spend money.

"Brother, are you sure you're okay?"

Lao Hu still can't believe it. His motorcycle just lost control and he was on the sidewalk. This traffic accident is his full responsibility. If Su Huaren wants to investigate, he can blackmail him a few hundred yuan, but Su Huaren let him leave. What a generous person.

"I'm really fine."

Su Huaren adapted to moving his knees. Although he was still stinging and dared not touch the ground, he was much better than before. Seeing Lao Hu's guilt and apology, he grinned in pain,

"My leg still hurts. It's estimated that the tricycle can't pedal. If you feel sorry, you can take a taxi to take the child to school. The child is going to be late at this time."

"No problem, no problem, children, which school? I'll take him a taxi. I'm sure I won't be late. " Lao Hu looked at Su Huaren again. Seeing Su Huaren's relaxed smile, he was assured that he would not deceive him.

"That's good." Su Huaren pointed to the little boy who had recovered from the shock. "Xiaoyu, my leg is broken. I can't take you to school. Can I take you a taxi?"

The little boy was still a little confused and nodded completely subconsciously. As a child, he was not sensible at all. He didn't think about anything else except whether he was late for school.

"Second experimental primary school." The little boy said in a faint voice.

"No problem, safe and punctual." Lao Hu picked up the little boy, took several big steps across the green isolation belt, ran to the main road and kept waving to take a taxi.

The motorcycle still fell to the ground. Shen Dapeng reconfirmed that the tricycle would not fall. Only then did he help Su Huaren sit in the tricycle, "Uncle Su, are you really okay?"

"It should be all right." Su Huaren rubbed his knees through thick cotton trousers and knee pads, and a few notes of sweat flowed down his temples. It was obviously painful, but he was still concerned about Xiaoyu and motorcycle owners.

"Uncle Su, the child will be fine. What you should care about now is yourself. If you don't dare to move in pain, you may hurt your bones..."

"No, I just twisted it. I guess I stretched my tendon. I can have a rest."

Su Huaren didn't dare to move again in pain. He stared at Shen Dapeng up and down. "Why do you wear so little? Do you get up early to exercise?"

"Well, the habit formed in college."

During the Chinese new year, Shen Dapeng didn't exercise seriously at all. He didn't expect to meet Su Huaren after the first morning run of the new year, or Su Huaren was hit in a car accident. I don't know whether he had a bad life or Su Huaren ordered his back.

"That's right. Young people should still be a little energetic, especially your generation. They don't plant land, work in factories, or work odd jobs for others. They study every day."

Su Huaren looked at Shen Dapeng in front of him and seemed to see his daughter Su Su. "I dare not say whether the results are good or bad. I get up early and get dark all day. I open my eyes, close my eyes and dream. Your bodies are so tired of staying up late."

"That's right."

Shen Dapeng laughs. Even if Su Huaren's words are a little funny, he must admit that with the development of electronic technology and the popularity of TV, computers and smart phones, the physical quality of the 80 and 90 generation is indeed inferior to that of the older generation. This is an indisputable fact in reality.

"Well, it's been a long time. Why hasn't Xiaoyu left yet? I'll be late soon. "

The probe saw that Xiaoyu and Lao Hu, the motorcycle owner, were still standing on the roadside. Su Huaren was worried and wanted to get up, but Shen Dapeng held him down. "Uncle Su, don't move. I'll go and see what's going on."

"Then... Trouble you again."

"You're hurt. I'm just giving you a hand. Why are you polite to me?"

Shen Dapeng nodded to Su Huaren not to worry about his child being late for school. Then he came out of the tricycle and walked towards Xiaoyu and Lao Hu.

Looking at Shen Dapeng's thin and tall back, Su Huaren was very confused. Shen Dapeng had just been a freshman. It was clear that he was still a little hairy child who didn't grow up. How could he always give people an inexplicable sense of stability?

By the road, Lao Hu looked left and right, looking for a taxi. When he didn't take a taxi, he would pass by one in more than ten seconds. Now he was anxious to take a taxi, but he didn't see one in seven or eight minutes.

"Xiaoyu, don't worry. You won't be late." The tiger's hand always held Xiaoyu tightly, as if he was afraid that one might accidentally lose the child, so he couldn't make a job with Su Huaren.

"Why haven't you left yet? Can't get a taxi? " Shen Dapeng comfortingly touched Xiaoyu's brain, and looked around with Lao Hu. There was no taxi in the whole street.

"It's not that I can't get a taxi, but I can't see a taxi at all. It's really an evil door. The children are anxious to go to school, and I'm anxious to deliver goods. The more anxious I am, the more trouble this broken taxi makes."

"Don't worry. If I'm late, I'll explain to the teacher that there was a traffic accident. The teacher shouldn't punish me for copying the text." Xiaoyu wanted to persuade Lao Hu, but his innocent little eyes showed grievances, and the lack of confidence had betrayed his simple mind.