Little Fiction ｜ Hu Wei: Occasionally and inevitable

Wen/Hu Wei

Zhang Qiang had a brake and parked the car at the entrance channel of the community.

The community vehicles enter and exit. The electric gate at the export at the export is broken today, and some masters are being maintained and closed. Zhang Qiang is a teacher of university teaching philosophy. He likes to move his mouth. If it wasn't for the marriage and buying a house away from the campus, he would not learn to drive. After spending the boss, I passed the driving permit. Except for getting get off work, rarely trains. In the narrow road of turning corners, especially in the congested urban area, in the turbulent traffic, Zhang Qiang was always busy.

The channel was already narrow, and he had to be careful when you were in and out of normal, for fear of stinging and hanging. Today, I used the same mouth to enter and exit. As soon as I was going out, a red car came over. Seeing that Zhang Qiang's car came out, although it was stopped, the body occupied some of the exit. Zhang Qiang was hesitant, and he had followed a few cars behind him, and he could not retreat.

The red car was a girl. I just got off the car and looked at it, and I followed several cars. Zhang Qiang's hand holding the steering wheel began to tighten, and his forehead was sweating straight. At this moment, Zhang Qiang appeared in his mind: "

The girl said to Zhang Qiang, "You can go out at all." Zhang Qiang didn't speak, but shook his head firmly. The vehicle that had a hurry in and out of the horn started. The security guard came out from the sentry box, and looked at Zhang Qiang, "Slowly open, you can definitely go out."

Zhang Qiang wanted to say that he was not sure, but he didn't want to be too weak, so he replied: "You say you can pass, that's just accidental, I definitely can't live, but this is inevitable. You are not rigorous for you to force others like this." The security guard was being forced. "The security guard was being forced." The security guard was being forced. "The security guard was very not rigorous." The security guard was quilt. Zhang Qiang was embarrassed by a philosophical language, and some angry: "Everyone is busy, you affect so many cars alone, but you are willing to fight the official accent?"

The girl laughed and said to Zhang Qiang, "I'll help you go out." "Do you help me go out? Are you really sure to turn the accidental things into inevitable?" Zhang Qiang was surprised.

"You come down, let me come." The girl opened the door, asked Zhang to get out of the car, and then went up, let go of the handbrake, giving oil, starting, and starting the car. The girl almost staged her red car and stopped Zhang Qiang's car to the spacious area of ​​the community.

Zhang Qiang followed all the way, and his heart mentioned his throat. Seeing the girl getting out of the car, a pair of clouds and lightness, what he wanted to say, couldn't say. The cars blocked by the latter, each driver's face reads the appreciation of the girl.

Zhang Qiang returned home, like a defeated cock, lying on the sofa, frustrated. "What's wrong? Is the student angry with you?" The wife asked. Zhang Qiang told his wife in the morning.

The wife laughed: "Don't blame you yet, you don't always have a car. If you say a few words, you always say, the gentleman's mouth does not do it. Driving, it is a matter of making a cleaner, you don't drive much, the appearance of the foreign appearance is a matter of time . I don't want to be embarrassed. From tomorrow, you will send me to the unit first, and then go back to school. On weekends and holidays, I will drive with you to travel around for self -driving. Every day, I will not believe that you can't compare with a girl. "

After that, Zhang Qiang drove around every day in addition to sending his wife, and there was nothing to drive around. The more the roads were narrowed, the more he liked to drive to run.

One morning after half a year, Zhang Qiang sent his wife to work. In the community exit, I encountered the situation that I encountered half a year ago. Zhang Qiang said nothing, letting a middle -aged woman who was not stunned in front of him, he jumped up and drove out the car.

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