She's waiting for me there.

The heat in Ningshan City in July makes people feel a little irritable.

After listening to the instructor’s brief explanation of some precautions, a dozen of us sat under the shade of the trees waiting to practice driving.

Gu Hongfei sat aside very unsociable, as if he had drawn a clear line between himself and us over the years.

Of course, we wouldn't go over to him. After all, his sloppy appearance and yellow hair indicated that he was a difficult person to approach.

Add to that his unique outfit, a big gold chain and a small watch, and some fancy tattoos visible on his exposed skin. He's just short of putting a label on his forehead that says "I'm a gangster."

The coach was a middle-aged man in his 40s. He wore a sun hat and a pair of black-framed glasses, and carried an extra-large kettle filled with tea.

He looked at Gu Hongfei squatting under the tree and frowned slightly.

"Xiao Fei, come here and be the first one to get on the bus."

"Uncle Zhang, let them practice. I'm not in a hurry."

"Get out of here, you little bastard! How dare you argue with me?"

Seeing Uncle Zhang running towards him angrily, Gu Hongfei was not angry and ran into the car with a playful smile.

"Uncle Zhang, why are you so anxious? Did you get humiliated by my aunt again last night? You're not going to kneel on the keyboard, are you?"

"Hahaha~~~" More than a dozen of us laughed out loud.

It seems that this little yellow-haired boy is not that difficult to approach. He seems to be very respectful to older people.

Uncle Zhang laughed and scolded a few times, then got into the car.

While I was practicing driving, Gu Hongfei also sat in the back, not because he had any other ideas, but because there was air conditioning in the car and he could sleep.

Anyone who practices driving for the first time knows that they will be nervous no matter what they do, especially when there is a little yellow-haired kid sitting in the back, which makes them feel even more uneasy.

Uncle Zhang smiled and consoled her, "Little girl, your name is Jiang Miaoke, right? Don't be nervous. I've taught many high school graduates like you, and they're very receptive. Fasten your seatbelts first."

My fingers trembled slightly as I pulled out the seat belt, but I was so nervous that I couldn't insert it into the buckle several times.

A few minutes later, Uncle Zhang repeated the key points of driving.

In fact, when I was at home, the old man had demonstrated it to me many times while sitting in the car. I knew the steps by heart, but I had never actually practiced them.

In order to increase the safety factor of future driving, I specifically signed up for a manual transmission car. I saw on the Internet that after practicing a manual transmission, driving an automatic transmission car will be as easy as a toy.

I turned the key nervously, and the car started with a roar.

Uncle Zhang, sitting in the passenger seat, encouraged, "Yes, just like that. Release the clutch slowly, not too fast...slow down!"

"boom!"

The car came to a sudden stop, and there was a scream and the sound of a head hitting the driver's seat from behind.

"What the hell..."

The little yellow-haired boy woke up from his sleep cursing, but when he saw that there was a little girl sitting in the front row, he swallowed the rest of his words.

But he still rubbed his forehead and muttered a few words.

Uncle Zhang said with lingering fear: "Did you step on the accelerator? Luckily I have the brakes on my side. Be sure to pay attention to the coordination of your left and right feet. Try again."

For the following time, the students sitting outside were all stunned. They didn’t realize that driving was possible like this.

From time to time, screams could be heard from inside the car.

"Ah... No, big sister, you are doing this on purpose. You don't like me, right?"

"Gu Hongfei, shut up!"

"Jiang Miaoke, don't be too nervous. Come, look at me. This is my left foot, and this is my right foot."

"Zhang, Uncle Zhang, I know."

"boom!"

"Ah... Uncle Zhang, I want to get off. This is not the driving school's car..."

Half an hour later, the car finally returned to its starting position.

After I got off the bus, I kept bowing and apologizing to Uncle Zhang: "Coach, I'm sorry, it's all because of my stupidity. I've caused you trouble."

I would feel guilty if I didn't apologize. After all, not every student can make the instructor carsick.

When the little yellow-haired boy got off the car, his forehead was obviously red and swollen. He glared at me, then ran to sit under a tree muttering to himself.

If there hadn't been other vehicles passing by and Uncle Zhang hadn't let him get off, he would have run away long ago.

At lunch time, the driving school has a special cafeteria, which is a bit like a university cafeteria. I carried the prepared food and looked for a seat.

I immediately noticed the little yellow-haired guy sitting in the corner. It was impossible not to see him because the color was so eye-catching.

Moreover, the cafeteria was crowded, and his table was the only empty one.

I thought about it, bought two bottles of Coke and walked over to sit opposite him.

"Hello, hello, this is for you." It was my first time dealing with this kind of person, and I felt inexplicably nervous and excited.

The little yellow-haired boy raised his head and glanced at me: "Oh, this is going to murder my elder sister."

Even while saying this, he still took the drink, unscrewed it and took a sip.

Just like that, we became friends, of course, just the kind of friends who say hello when we meet.

During the time of practicing driving, my driving skills gradually improved, but as soon as the little yellow-haired boy saw me get in the car, he would immediately wake up from his dream and run out of the car as if he was avoiding the plague.

Uncle Zhang smiled and shook his head: "Don't be surprised, this kid has this personality. Even though he's not doing his job properly now, he's not a bad person. Let me tell you..."

I also learned about the little yellow-haired boy's past from Uncle Zhang, the chatterbox.

Gu Hongfei originally had a happy family, but when he was 10 years old, a fire took the lives of his parents, and he has been living with his grandfather ever since.

A hemp rope breaks at the thinnest part, and misfortune only finds the unfortunate. This saying was fully fulfilled in his life.

When he was in junior high school, his grandfather died of illness, leaving him alone to live his life.

From that day on, neighbors would always find reasons to invite him to their homes for dinner. No matter what the food was like, at least he could eat his fill.

Every time after dinner, he would rush to help with the chores, such as washing dishes, mopping the floor, and cleaning up, so the neighbors all liked this child very much.

It was also from that time that he learned to respect his elders and learned how to repay everyone who was kind to him.

After graduating from high school, he missed the admission to Peking University and Tsinghua University with a score of 135.

It’s not that there is something wrong with his IQ, but the lack of a good learning environment and education leads to this result.

In the following days, he became a small-time gangster like other homeless people.

However, he was efficient and smart, so he was soon noticed by the boss, who asked him to take a driving test and stay by his side to drive and serve as his assistant.

So, I met the little yellow-haired boy here.

He was 22 years old that year.