People of our age must wear helmets when riding electric cars.

People of our age must wear helmets when riding electric cars, otherwise they will be recognized by students driving Mercedes-Benz BMW.

I bought a car for the first time that year, Peugeot 307. I'm so happy. Great, girl. I bought a car myself.

On the day I picked up the car, I joked that I was going to drive back to my hometown and walk slowly from the head of the village to the end of the village. When you meet a villager, you must roll down the window and say hello before you go.

Behind me, everyone in the village praised me: a daughter of a certain family is powerful, and she started her own company to make money. You can have more daughters like this.

Of course, that was just a joke. I didn't do that. Although I'm really proud. But I keep a low profile.

I hope this matter can be publicized through other people's mouths.

This can not only tell everyone how great I am, but also show that I am a very low-key person.

In the next few years, I got married and had children, and changed two or three cars. Everyone in the village thought I was very capable, and I thought so myself. The last one is a Mercedes-Benz C200L, red. In fact, it's not worth much, but at least I hung up the Mercedes-Benz card and squeezed into the ranks of Big Ben.

I thought, what should I do if I meet a classmate riding an electric car or motorcycle? Say hello? How to fight? You're driving. You're great. You say hello and let me know.

Pretend not to see it? What if others see you? If you don't say hello, others will think you are great, and you won't say hello when you see your classmates. I thought about it for a long time and struggled for a long time.

However, before I met my classmates. When the car was sold, the debt was also paid.

The story should start from this time.

I'm sad, my intestines are turning green, and my face is worth a few dollars. I am vain and don't weigh myself.

The past is unbearable, and there is no regret medicine in the world.

If you don't die, you won't die My heart is looking for these words. You deserve it.

On the first day without a car, my grandmother's birthday, I took my daughter back to my hometown and waited by the roadside. No car. My daughter kept asking: Mom, where is our car? What about our own car?

I didn't know how to use Didi at that time. I took my daughter's hand and looked at all kinds of cars speeding by along the way. I want to cry, but I can't. Passers-by will laugh when my daughter is nearby.

At that time, I was thinking, even if I had a ridiculous BYD at this time. I once laughed at BYD. Laugh at its logo, funny three letters.

On that day, standing on the roadside, I was particularly helpless, but I tried my best to establish an omnipotent mother image. Like the Monkey King, I shouted at every passing taxi: Master!

Finally, a master took us to grandma's house.

Grandma asked, why didn't you drive today?

Mom asked, where is the car? How did you get here?

I said to everyone in my family: if there is something wrong with the car, the manufacturer will recycle it for a while.

In fact, it won't be long before everyone knows that this girl committed suicide!

Haha, look, how ridiculous! Bite your teeth!

Later, I walked to work. During that time, on the way between home and office, there was a figure listening to music with headphones in the morning and evening, pretending to be leisurely, but his heart was very uneasy.

I can't ride an electric car. Of course it's not difficult, but I'm afraid of being recognized by my classmates. More importantly, I think I will buy another car soon.

Later, I learned to take a taxi by Didi, which is convenient. Don't worry about being recognized.

Recently, I also began to like riding with * * *. I think when I meet my classmates, I can say that I am trying to protect the earth.

Of course, when I don't quarrel with my father, I can give him a ride.

I don't know if any of my classmates recognize me, when I sit proudly in the car and when I walk disappointedly on the road.

Slowly, we all understand that no matter where you are, whether you are in the car or not, life is your own.

It really doesn't matter what others think. What matters is what we have experienced and what we have gained in this experience. In these experiences, we learned to be honest with ourselves. Enough!