Composition on my growth with Bingxue***

A helpless departure

In addition to the busy year-end work, several high school classmates working in Beijing also have to prepare for the 20th anniversary party of graduation in their hometown in Jiangxi. The commander and military commander Thinking that I have a good relationship with my hometown office in Beijing, I gave the honorable task of booking train tickets to Laoyou. In fact, my performance in buying train tickets for Spring Festival travel over the years has been extremely poor. The best performance was when I bought two Linke tickets. Hard seats come with a "hard-earned fee" of 30 yuan per ticket! The "organization's" trust in me was like betting on a gambler who lost. Although I was a little excited, I was still cautious and walking on thin ice. I exhausted all the incentive mechanisms for my "fanciers" and I just had to burn incense and make a wish. As a result, on the day the ticket was issued, the "fancier" called me and said that I still hadn't received it, so I asked someone to hire someone else. I quickly went online to book the flight ticket, and found that only first-class tickets were left before New Year's Eve. I turned off my phone at night because I was afraid that my brothers would scold me. When I woke up in the morning and turned on my phone, a text message from the commander appeared, "Uncle Li is very angry, and the consequences will be serious!"

I had to call the military commander to express my grievances. The military commander became unfazed and said, "Brother, I thought... There is only one choice in the current situation, drive back!" Lao You repeatedly praised: The military position is high, it is really high...

I called Shenggen to report the situation. Shenggen is indeed a futures speculator. , he comforted me for a while and said, "I told you to book a plane ticket earlier. You just can't bear the money. Why do you make so much money? It's very risky to drive back. What if it snows and the road is blocked?" Looking back now, I really admire: Shenggen is really a crow-shaped prophet...

After the commander heard my extremely guilty explanation, sadness and anger emerged from the phone, "Damn, I I just got married to my girlfriend. I strained my waist muscles while exercising with my wife yesterday. Why don’t you drive back?” I said bitterly, “Who knows what kind of exercise you and your wife are doing?” < /p>

After all, the preparations should be completed before February 6th. Two cars: a Honda Accord that Shenggen bought in 1997, automatic transmission, rating 2.0, and cumulative mileage of 10 Wan. The other one is a Buick Excelle that I just bought last year. It has an automatic transmission, a rating of 1.8, and a cumulative mileage of 14,000. The day before departure, it was sent to a repair shop for maintenance, filled with gasoline, and changed the oil. , I even called Shenggen specifically to ask if I wanted to buy a traction rope and a fire extinguisher, and Shenggen insisted that I would buy it! I didn’t listen to him; two walkie-talkies: Motorola, with an effective communication range of 1 kilometer; six drivers: except for the top leader of our family, who I “put a stamp” on the day of winter vacation and asked the stewardess to take him back to his hometown, all the above six drivers When we checked in, the boss was not our high school classmate, but he volunteered to accompany us home; there were countless luggages: because the trunk was big enough, our leader took all the three chicken dolls that I had stolen from the company’s gala with him, and the luggage packed by Santa Claus filled the compartment. The back seat was crowded, and the brothers in the back wanted to lie down and sleep, but there was no room for them!

The beginning of a nightmare

At 8 a.m. on February 6, two cars met at the Dujiakan toll station on the Beijing-Shijiazhuang Expressway. The commander, commander and Shenggen were in the same car. , giving orders to the vast number of new drivers in my car: fasten your seat belt, turn on the walkie-talkie, no speeding, 120 miles, let’s go!

I took one more look at the toll station behind me and said silently: "Du Jiakan, I will be back!".

I, Lao You, a street killer with a strong car addiction and rough skills, took over the first baton with peace of mind, while the boss and leaders in the car dared to be angry but dare not speak out. The weather at that time was like a bee lying on a calendar—it was sunny and windy! I was in the lead. I was very disciplined at first, and when I started to go smoothly, I stopped looking at the stopwatch. I was thinking about my mother's braised pork with pickles and the lively scene of my classmates' reunion, and listened to the American song "Take Home". , country road", the mood is so good!

Inadvertently, the car has exceeded 140 miles for a long time, and the walkie-talkie keeps ringing. The boss is not skilled in business. After tinkering for a long time, he just can’t hear what the other party said. After a while, the phone call came, yes. When the call came to me, I threw my phone to the boss to answer it. Unexpectedly, the commander’s voice was loud enough for everyone in the car to hear: “Go back to 120 miles, stop at the rest area in front, and straighten the rules!”

After parking in the rest area, veteran drivers rushed out of the car, looking like they wanted to eat people, and used the classic dialogue from a mental hospital to hurt me, "You don't want to eat meat buns!"

Passed by After some criticism meetings and walkie-talkie training, they were on the road again, this time led by the military commander.

Unexpectedly, within ten minutes, the Honda disappeared. When I looked at the stopwatch, it was 140 miles! They ran faster than me. It was really power politics!

It was a smooth journey and we passed Shijiazhuang without any trouble. As we approached Xingtai, it started to rain and snow. Both cars were almost out of gas. When we went to the rest area in Xingtai to refuel, we were told that there was no gas. ! The brothers were shocked. If there was no oil in the next rest area, they would be completely blind.

Having to continue running to the next rest stop, both old and new drivers wondered whether they could still make it to the next gas station. Don’t run out of gas and collapse on the road. There were hands in my car. Put your hands together in prayer. When we arrived at the Shahe rest area, there were two long lines of hungry cars parked. I ran to the front and asked, and they were told that there was gas, but not enough, so I could only add 100 yuan per car! Thank God, Lao You sighed: "The people of Shahe have been too considerate, salute to the people of Shahe!"

After a false alarm, the mood of the brothers was obviously hit, and they did not make any jokes about meat or vegetables. , some unconscious co-pilots also started to doze off. There are very few cars in Shahe Zhunan, and both cars have exceeded 160 mph. But after passing through Handan, I saw two car accidents that had just happened on the roadside. They were both overtaking from the rightmost lane with poor control and crashed into the guardrail. A BMW and a Xiali were all fine. New Year's goods were scattered all over the floor! The brothers were much more alert and energetic, and the speed control was more reasonable.

Stepping onto the Yellow River Bridge, the brothers felt a little heroic and clamored to go to Wuhan and eat cow bones! But the snow was getting heavier and heavier. As soon as I passed Zhengzhou, I was driven off the Beijing-Zhuhai Expressway by the traffic police, just like Pluto's opening line in the Mickey Mouse movie, "The nightmare has begun, ha."

For Henan People's impression

National Highway 107 in Henan should be said to be relatively wide, with many lanes and very smooth! I was about to sing a few words of praise for Henan, but the leader was still worried about a certain dinner in Luoyang, Henan, and said some bad things about Henan restaurants, which made the gods in Henan groan and the snow fell even harder.

Although the road was good, the snow was five to six centimeters thick. The 80-kilometer journey from Zhengzhou to Xuchang took six hours. The traffic policemen in Henan have snow all over their hats and their bodies are wet. There are usually several people working together, and their dispatching is very effective. In the heavy snow, they can direct the vehicles carrying cows to move back little by little or pull over. Fortunately, the drivers and friends are in the mood to go home for the New Year. Good, and very cooperative with the work of the traffic police.

While following a car, the Honda car almost came into close contact with the car in front because the snow was too slippery. The military commander diagnosed the car’s braking performance as poor. Ya said that the car that cost more than 400,000 yuan would definitely not have any problems with the brakes. However, when we met at the gas station, everyone checked and found that the Honda car had become a one-eyed dragon! At this time, Shenggen could only sigh. I felt that the value of my Excelle suddenly increased, and I couldn’t help but feel proud. I raised my voice an octave and said, “Let’s go!”

A touching scene appeared in front of me, which I still can’t forget. My car’s right wheel was hit by something in the snow, and it began to slide seriously. A Henan driver was driving opposite me. Shouting: "There is a stone, listen, listen (stop)!", the car stopped diagonally in the middle of the road, and the man trotted over in the snow, bent down, lifted the big stone and threw it into the ditch, waved to us, "Quickly go!" ”

Everyone in my car thanked me like a chicken pecking at rice. I pointed at the back in the rearview mirror and said: This Henan guy is so kind! We were not allowed to see how big the stone was.

After arriving in Xuchang at eight o'clock in the evening, the commander suggested having a meal and discussing the next action plan. The specifications and format should refer to the Zunyi or Wayaobao meeting. Most of the restaurants in Xuchang were closed, and we only found two larger ones that were about to close. After we broke in, the waiter said that there was no hot rice left, but there were noodles and flatbreads. Although the level of the meeting was immediately lowered, it was enough to have enough food.

During the meeting, the army commander proposed to drive overnight, otherwise more cars would be stuck in the snow during the day and they would not be able to get home during the New Year. No one else could come up with a better solution, so the military commander regarded the silent majority as his fans.

Frost in Xinyang and hail in Jingchu

I don’t know how I traveled the 200 kilometers from Xuchang to Xinyang. Only the military commander can take the snowy road at night. Only IT (kicked) people can think of this. I really don’t know whether I should thank him or resent him. But then the military commander’s quick wit and courage saved everyone. I can’t help but think of what an expert said about Bill Gates: In modern society, Success belongs to the paranoid!

The expressway entrance to Xinyang was still closed, so I had to continue on National Highway 107 and arrived at Jigong Mountain. In front of me was a ten-kilometer long traffic jam, with the roofs of cars in both directions overwhelming. There were also trees hanging on the mountain road and frost on the ground. The humidity was high and it was very cold. It was difficult for people to stand on the ground when they got out of the car. The commander saw with his own eyes that a driver broke his butt in half when he got out of the car.

To move forward or to rest, that is the question! The army commander called everyone to a meeting: "Brother, I think you can get out of the gap in the cart!" Shenggen and the commander shook their heads like a rattle. The boss, myself, and the leader all yawned and suggested sleeping, but the army commander refused. Impressed, I drove my Honda and moved over the shoulder of the road. The boss had no choice but to follow me in my car. The shoulder was not wide enough. The commander got out of the car and politely discussed with the large truck on the opposite side, asking him to move out of the way. Everyone was very cooperative, and he just darted left and right, slithering around, and finally emerged from the thicket of cars on the mountain road for more than ten kilometers! There were actually more than a dozen small cars following closely behind and hitching a ride with the army commander. Later the commander commented: If it were smoked with Lao You's famous cigarettes and coupled with the flirtatious look of their leader, the military seat's plan would be worth it. Call it perfect!

At four o'clock in the morning, we passed Jigong Mountain. There was no ice, snow or frost, and it was a beautiful scene! It was at this time that the biggest danger on the way home appeared. The commander went downhill and overtook the truck from the right side. When he reached the middle tire of the truck, there was a pile of construction sand on the right! Without thinking, the commander ran over one-third of the height of the sand pile. The car leaned obviously to the left. Shenggen's face turned pale with fright, and he clutched his chest and was speechless for a long time. The military commander retorted and said it was okay! Due to the merits of the military commander, Shenggen did not get angry but pointed out clearly: If something really happened, there would never be a whole body!

Driving into the expressway entrance in Dawu County around six o'clock, it was really enlightening and prosperous. Both cars were replaced by new drivers and they ran away happily. Even the drivers who were tired after a long night said they didn't feel sleepy! After arriving in Xiaogan, hail started to fall, the size of mung beans, which made the car windows ring loudly. There was a thin layer of snow on the road immediately, but it was relatively scattered. Moreover, the daytime temperature in Hubei was around 6 degrees, so it was unlikely that the hail would solidify on the road. Together.

From Xiaohan to Wuhan, there were surprisingly few cars. Except for the brothers in need who followed us out, we rarely saw local cars from Hubei. They might have been hit by hail and went home. But on the other side of the highway, we saw a big car accident. A large truck hit five small cars. The scene was in a mess. We didn’t know if there were any casualties. We couldn’t stop and ask, so we could only pray for the driver on the opposite side.

The commander "ran away" our leader

Every time I hold the steering wheel on the road, the leader starts to get nervous and yells whenever the brakes are applied, which is very annoying. , who would want to be stared at by the leader while immersed in work? When we met at the rest stop, I switched to the Honda car and stayed with Shenggen and the commander. The commander drove the car with the boss and leaders in the Excelle.

The commander and I both had the experience of taking the junction of the Junshan Bridge to Jiujiang. On the Wuhan Outer Ring Road, the commander rushed to the front and quickly pushed our car away until it exceeded the communication range of the walkie-talkie. . When we were crossing the Junshan Bridge, Shenggen asked me seriously: "Commander in front, why didn't you remind us how to distinguish forks in the road?" I patted my chest and said, "This is the commander's trust in me, Lao You! What is tacit understanding? This is That’s it!”

When we arrived at the fork of the Beijing-Zhuhai Expressway, I rushed towards Hubei Huangshi and Shanghai without hesitation. The commander called and told me to wait for us at the rest stop ahead. When we arrived at the rest stop in front of us, we didn't see them, so we got on the Yellowstone Highway again without thinking. It started to rain heavily, and spring thunder sounded. There was too much water on the road, and the wheels rolled up water mist two meters high, just like a jet ski speeding along the lake!

As I was approaching the Huangshi Toll Station, the leader called my mobile phone and asked: How to get to Chibi? I parked the car on the side of the road, took out the map and took a look. Oh my God, the commander turned my car and leader to the border of Hunan! What is a misunderstanding? This is it.

I wanted to call them back, but Shenggen stopped me and said, "Why don't we let them go to Zhuzhou and go to Jiangxi? Wouldn't it be closer?" Damn, the commander "abducted" my wife. Is it tolerable, but who can't be tolerated? I remember that when my wife and I were in love, I asked for his opinion. It can be said that my wife was hand-picked by him. Could it be that this boy's ambition is still alive?