"Ba Zhiming is back! The son of the Ba family who went abroad is back!"

The news spread almost instantly to the family area of ​​hundreds of railway workers in more than ten buildings!

Yes, Ba Zhiming is the original name of Buck. Although the surname Ba is very rare, there is indeed such a surname inherited from the Ba people during the Warring States Period. As for Buck, it was just because of the name Ba Zhiming took for convenience after going abroad.

But not many people gathered around to watch the fun, because the message that the little gossip conveyed was that the boy of the Ba family seemed to be very unsatisfied and came back empty-handedly. Who came back from abroad was not carrying a big bag with a small bag?

Although the sportswear I wear is brand new, it is obviously a domestic bargain that I bought temporarily. How could I make money from abroad?

Look at his very dark and vicissitudes of skin and face, he is still a young man in his twenties, and his body looks thin and strong, so he must be physically employed, which is very different from his usual impression of going abroad.

So at this time, it seems a bit out of place to watch the fun or to congratulate you. It seems to be a bit out of place in the relatively harmonious and friendly family area. Let’s take a look at the next situation.

Whether it is gloating or pity, it gives Buck a rare quiet environment after returning home.

But someone still called Ba Dacheng, Buck's father, an honest man who had been working on the railway all his life to report the good news.

So when Liu Shufen called her husband to report the good news, Ba Dacheng had already asked for leave from the workshop and hurriedly took a three-wheeled motorcycle on the road.

The mother wearing a light gray shirt also wore a small brown jacket on the outside, and a small shoulder bag with frayed edges across the corners was held by Buck. She might not be used to the European manners of her son. She was a little embarrassed when she was in her fifties. She felt her mother with gray and messy hair, although she was lean, but she looked even thinner. The young man who had once pressed the gun in front of his head and felt cold as iron suddenly felt sad!

Buck was really incredible: "Didn't I send money back? Or US dollars, 100,000 US dollars, why do you live like this?" Even if the exchange rate fluctuates, Buck repeatedly stated that this is just to improve his parents' lives. He was worried that if he gave it too much, he would not cause any trouble. It would be hundreds of thousands.

But when I got home, why was it still as if I had just stepped on the steps and saw the dormitory compound, as if I had returned to more than ten years ago?

The same poverty and the same hard work, the small suite of more than 20 square meters is still the dormitory building that Buck moved in when he was in elementary school. There are several movie posters on the walls of Schwarzenegger wearing muscles and holding guns, which proves that he has been yearning for such adventures and thrilling guns since he was a child. Now it seems like a big joke!

Liu Shufen has never stopped laughing and tears from her face since she beat her son into the house. Now she has been holding Buck's arm: "Since you went abroad to study, your father has been talking about you... We have bought a house for you... Now, which girl should not have a house when she gets married... We do not have a loan, we can only pay it for you in one go, and there is still some left to save."

Buck couldn't help rolling his eyes. Before he could say anything, the ringtone came from his mother's small bag. A straight-paned mobile phone that was so old that no one wanted on the street was taken out. There was no need to go up and listen. The loud volume came: "Old girl! Lao Ba was in a car accident... Come quickly! It's on the side of the Sancun Road!"

Liu Shufen wiped her tears in panic and was about to go out immediately. Buck reached out and grabbed her mother: "Don't panic, don't panic... You sit at home and wait for news. If you need any documents or money to go to the hospital, I will call you. The phone number at home has not changed, right?" He took the phone and rushed out, but when he went out, he pulled down a nylon rope by the door. Buck vaguely remembered that he was naughty when he was a child, and Ba Dacheng used this rope to suck himself a lot.

Liu Shufen seemed to suddenly realize that her son was back. There seemed to be a pillar at home. She nodded vigorously, patted her chest with her left hand, stood by the door and watched her son take a few big steps and jumped out.

It really hasn't changed.

Just like the land of China that Buck saw on his way back, the corner of the railway family area seemed to be separated from this era, and it was completely unchanged from when he left seven years ago. The small advertisements posted on the wall changed from Red Peach K nutritional supplements to broadband upgrades, but the scam projects of the old military doctor's STD and syphilis are still continuing their historical mission.

So I jumped down more than a dozen steps and arrived at the road, spreading my feet and running, without guns, carrying weights. My steps were so light, but Buck felt heavy in his heart, and he couldn't tell why.

In fact, it was only one or two hundred meters away. As soon as you turned, you saw a three-wheeled motorcycle overturning to the ground without any deformation. Another car crossed the center of the road and rode on the motorcycle in the opposite direction. The engine cabin in front actually hit the ground and scattered all over the ground!

Several passers-by were already surrounded, anxious but didn't know what to do because Ba Dacheng was suppressed!

The overturned motorcycle was pressing on Ba Dacheng's legs. Ba Dacheng was covered in sweat stains, and his face was full of wrinkles. He was holding a straw hat that was about to be worn out in his hand but he never let go. The helpless person next to him was wearing a helmet and holding a mobile phone: "Lao Ba... what to do? Does it hurt..." He wanted to reach out to push the heavy car in vain, because some of the car was riding on the motorcycle. If he wanted to pull Ba Dacheng out, he had to lift the car.

But a stern shout came: "Don't move the scene! I have called the traffic police and insurance... You can compensate for the damage to the scene!" A man in suit with no injuries on his head jumped and waved to stop him. A delicate young woman next to him had a round and enchanting figure everywhere. He held her cell phone and kept taking selfies and taking photos of herself and the scene of the car accident, and looked at the phone with a loud voice: "It's so unlucky! Mr. Wang and I bumped into a motorcycle, come and pick us up..."

The people who helped to reach out were a little hesitant. They could only express dissatisfaction with the tone of asking for their own car and not caring about life and death. The driver wearing a helmet explained pale and helplessly: "You rushed over suddenly...we are fine..."

The man in the suit was confident: "You don't have a license plate! You are a car with a black car! You shouldn't have been on the road! You are fully responsible!"

At this moment, Buck stepped to the side of the car, as if he had not heard it. He only had his father's face that was already ferocious in pain. He had taken off the brand new sportswear from his hand and folded it under his father's neck. Ba Dacheng, who opened his eyes in a daze, looked at his dark face in surprise, and did not seem to recognize his son at first sight. Buck's eyes quickly swept across the scene and reached out to cover his father's eyes: "NO... It's okay, close your eyes..." He almost used to using English, jumped up, and picked up the anti-collision bumper of this Japanese sedan, but was hit by a tricycle. The thin steel plate inside was fluttering in his hand.

He handed it to the driver wearing a helmet and pointed it at an angle: "When I tilted it, I stuffed the steel plate into it and pry it up to avoid pressing my legs." He nodded clearly, and recognized Buck's appearance and kept complaining: "Your dad heard that you were back, urging you to hurry up... and didn't have time to dodge this car... It was really him coming over..."

Buck didn't make a sound, patted his shoulder, and flashed into the front of the car that was raised to a certain angle. Regardless of the oil stains and sharp corners of the damaged chassis of the vehicle, he tried the angle, and his squatting legs seemed to burst out with endless strength. With a muffled groan, the body of the car actually moved!

Even though one side of a car that is close to one ton has landed, it weighs hundreds of kilograms!

Buck knows how much squat push weight he is in the battlefield gym…

The others rushed up to help carry it as if they were awakened, but just as soon as they lifted it up a little, the man in the suit actually jumped over and pushed away the helper hard, cursing: "My car! Do you guys compensate?"

Using some skills, even if Buck was alone, he was sure that the body of the car that was removed would lose balance. He tilted heavily and pressed the tricycle onto the tricycle. The driver who stuffed the anti-collision steel plate in shouted: "It's going to be...!"

Buck was also a little anxious, and suddenly paddled his arm to the gap between the body of the car and the tricycle that had just been lifted. His shoulders were even hit by the heavy bottom of the car, and his legs trembled!

The bones all over his body seemed to be ringing! If it hadn't been for the harder test than this, Buck almost fell to his knees!

When you kneel down, the secondary damage caused by the heavy blow will basically completely cut off my father's thigh!

The teeth were creaking, and Buck also tightened his shoulders, his strong legs held the weight. In the almost unbelievable eyes, he stood firm and then made a heavy move toward the side. The car hit the ground side, and the door and glass on the other side, which had not been damaged, burst open.

Buck seemed not to feel blood flowing out on his shoulders, so he reached out to carry the tricycle. The man in the suit actually came over and jumped over and cursed: "You compensated my car... You ruined my car!" He was still unsatisfied and reached out to pull Buck, because Buck's upper body was dirty and chose Rabuck's waist.

But Buck turned around and felt like he had pulled an iron pile, which almost staggered. He was so angry that he stretched out his feet to kick the tricycle. If the kick was done, he might turn it over and slam it on Ba Dacheng.

Buck finally got angry, grabbed the other person's shoulder with his left hand and made a skilled lower uppercut with his right hand!

The fist accurately hit the diaphragm between the opponent's sternum and abdomen. Accompanied by the enchanting woman's scream, the man fell silently to the ground, bent with a shrimp, and his throat made Jojo sound that he could not control, but he could not move!

Finally got rid of this whining man. Everyone had already raised the tricycle. Buck knelt down, reached out and touched it for a moment, then pulled down the nylon rope around his neck, skillfully tied a knot on Ba Dacheng's thigh, stopped the blood from the wound, and then broke off the two wipers of the car, placed it on Ba Dacheng's deformed calf, and smiled at his father's eyes that were as open as possible: "Dad, I'm back... You won't have to endure hardship in the future."

Ba Dacheng just smiled hard from the pain, let go of the straw hat with his left hand, and there was a bag of braised pork head meat inside: "You... like to eat the most..."

Buck's heart trembled, but his father took advantage of his flashing spirit and pulled the broken tibia and pulled the bones against him!

The cracked fibula was even pushed hard to the right position! Then immediately bandaged the wiper as a splint with the cloth strip of clothes he tore off, tied it with the other intact leg, and the movement was so fast that it flashed by.

Keba Dacheng screamed: "Ba Zhiming! You guys!"
Chapter completed!