In the summer afternoon, the sun was blazing and the heat was unbearable, even the leaves on the trees next to it faded. There hasn't been a passing vehicle on the road for a long time, let alone pedestrians.

A 15-year-old girl, desperately riding a 28-year-old bicycle, is driving on the country road and struggling towards the county seat. I saw her sweating profusely, her face flushed and her back soaked with sweat.

At this moment, there was a shrill laugh from behind. "Soon, soon, hurry up!" So she added full horsepower and pushed forward desperately. She pedaled, pedaled, and I don't know how far she walked so quickly. Three or four young people behind her kept a close distance with her.

Then she was really tired and had to slow down. But she didn't dare to stop, and she kept pushing forward. Then came the harsh voice "Slow down, slow down, guys, let's slow down." At this time, a few small bludger behind, the speed also slowed down, or kept a close distance with her.

When her physical strength recovered, she began to accelerate again. The gangsters at the back also began to speed up, or kept laughing and cursing, keeping a distance from her. In the hot summer, in the deserted field, she was very scared. She thought to herself, "If anything happens to her, even if she throws the body into the wild, her relatives don't know where to find her!" " But she had no choice but to move on.

At this moment, God never shuts one door but he opens another. She saw an old man riding a bicycle in front of her, just like grasping at straws, and quickly followed him. In this way, he followed the old man closely, and the gangsters behind him were slightly restrained. But after a short walk, the old man left the road.

She began to walk alone again, struggling to pedal. Fortunately, cars passed by occasionally on the road, and her heart was a little more solid. After trying to push and push and being followed for thirty or forty miles, those punks finally turned to a fork in the road and left. A stone in her heart fell to the ground.

This story happened in the summer vacation of senior one. She rode more than 80 miles to the county seat alone, just to make a handmade wind chime for her classmates.

And this "she" was herself in those days, and now she is a little scared in retrospect.

I am a vanilla pearl,

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