after scraping a customer's car

A beam of bright light came head-on, and Song Yan couldn't open his eyes so piercingly. The big truck came rushing towards him. Song Yan came back to his senses suddenly, and hurriedly turned the corner, but the wheels slipped badly, as if he was pushed hard by someone in the dark. In the heavy snow, he fell onto a car parked by the side of the road, including the car and others.

Song Yan gasped in pain, and rolled into the snow nest, which was really embarrassing.

At night, only passing cars passed by, and no one came forward to help him. Song Yan struggled to get up from the snow nest, patted the snow on his body, and limped up. His little broken electric car.

With the help of the streetlights, he finally saw clearly that he had scratched his car, and when he took a closer look, there was a deep mark.

Song Yan frowned, it was his responsibility, and he had to compensate the car owner no matter what.

Putting the electric scooter away, he limped around and looked around the car. When he saw the car logo, Song Yan yelled in his heart, it's over, it's a Bentley!

He had heard that a small scratch on a Bentley car would cost tens of thousands of yuan, Song Yan swallowed, staring at the mark he scratched, making a decision.

As soon as he delivered food, he still had bad legs and feet, and he only earned more than 1 yuan a year. Such a cut would cost at least tens of thousands.

Song Yan sighed annoyed, upset, why did he doze off while riding the bike just now, he even regretted taking this order of takeout, the customer couldn't be contacted, and even scratched the good car.

He brushed his hair annoyedly and looked around, except for the passing vehicles, there seemed to be no pedestrians passing by.

An idea popped up in Song Yan's mind. At this time, a few young people who were chatting and laughing came over and immediately dismissed his idea. Even when the young people looked at him, he felt guilty and flustered, pretending to be Waiting under the street lamp.

Those young people disappeared from sight, Song Yan put his eyes back on the scratched place, reached out to touch it, and sighed, no matter how much money he has, he can't do heartless things.

Not knowing who the owner of the car was, Song Yan felt all over his body, and it seemed that only the lipstick bought for his sister could leave his mobile phone number.

Probably because of the heavy snowfall, there were not many pedestrians and vehicles on the road. Song Yan stood under the street lamp and waited for nearly half an hour. During this period, his sister called him several times.

After another ten minutes, Song Yan checked the time, it was already 23:58 at night, the snow had stopped, a gust of north wind was blowing, making people shiver, he sniffled and stared at the car in front of him After a few seconds, he took a step forward, stood in front of the car and reached out to clear the snow from the car.

From the front of the car to the rear of the car, including the windows and roof, Song Yan cleaned everything. His hands were red from the cold, but they were hot. Song Yan was very happy. This busy work was not so cold. He took out his lipstick and wrote down his name. Before leaving, he took care of his mobile phone number and wrote down the license plate number of the car.

It was almost 1 o'clock when we got home, and his sister Song Lu said distressedly: "Brother, it's snowing and the roads are slippery, so don't deliver food these few days."

Song Yan, who was washing his face, said: "I'm fine, you should go to bed quickly."

Song Lu pursed her lips, "I can get [-] this month, which is enough for the two of us." She said with a bitter face, "Brother, you are my own brother, and you have bad legs. I feel sorry for you."

Song Yan wiped his face with a towel, "You can't save your money. I have bad legs, but I am strong. I don't feel tired when I ride a bike to deliver food. There is nothing to feel bad about."

Song Lu was helpless, knowing that it was useless to talk too much, she was sleepy and went back to her room.

Song Yan wiped his face with Dabao, thinking about the scraping of the car in his mind, frowned, went to the window to see if it was snowing again, and after confirming that it hadn't snowed again, he was relieved, turned off the light and went into the bedroom.

When Song Yan was undressing, the phone in his pocket vibrated a few times. He took it out and looked at it. It was a few spam messages. Just about to turn off the phone, another message came [Sorry, I fell asleep, I will compensate you for today’s loss , has been well received].

Song Yan looked at it for a few seconds before realizing that this was the last customer surnamed Shen. He quickly replied: [Thank you], then turned off the phone and threw the phone on the bedside.

The next moment, Song Yan picked up his phone and turned it on again. He scratched his car. If the phone was turned off, it would be bad if the owner of the car couldn't contact him.

After Shen Ci sent the text message, he threw the phone on the sofa, fell asleep and drank a cup of hot water, feeling much more comfortable in his stomach. Looking at the time, it was already 2:16 in the night, and he was a little hungry, but it was already early There is no takeaway, and there is nothing to cook at home. Even if there is him, he can't cook. After thinking about it, he decided to continue to sleep.

Shen Ci woke up from hunger, got up early, took the car keys and went to have breakfast.

Because of the garage renovation, his car was parked on the side of the road near the community, stepping on a thick layer of snow, when he walked to the side of the car, Shen Ci was stunned for a moment, his car body was clean and snow-free, when he saw His exquisite brows frowned involuntarily for those words written with lipstick on the car.

A mobile phone number and a few words: I will wait, please contact

Shen Ci raised his eyebrows, looked at the scratch, and then looked at the words.

The handwriting was pretty good, Shen Ci commented, got into the car and started the car to look for food.

As usual, Song Yan woke up at six o'clock in the morning, and immediately went to touch the phone next to the bed to see if there were any missed calls or text messages.

Nothing at all, Song Yan Hulu turned his face, got up, made breakfast for his sister, ate the takeaway that he didn't deliver last night, ate it clean, said a few words to his sister, put on his coat and left the house.

The owner of the car didn't move, so he took the initiative to find someone, rode an electric car there, and the car was gone.

Song Yan stared blankly at the vacant parking space, not knowing what to say, did the owner of the car not see the phone number he left or was unwilling to pursue it?

He waited for a while like an idiot, smoked a cigarette, put out the cigarette butt, put it in his pocket, and rode his electric bike to continue his busy day.