#Short Stories#Travelers, Escorts, Senders

The man was about to leave, and it was his first time out. The parents were not at ease, so they found a relative as an escort and went out with him.

The parents were reluctant but knew they had to let their son go outside. I only had to ask the relative who had arranged for the old couple to give his son a little life experience and advice on this trip.

The relative agreed, and immediately got into the man's car, ready to start the man's first lesson: "How to learn to say goodbye"

Before leaving, men only felt that their parents were very wordy, as if they had endless words to tell. But when the car actually started, the parents in the rearview mirror became smaller and smaller, more and more blurred, and the man's eyes began to become blurred. A few bean-sized tears flowed from the corners of his eyes, crossed his cheeks, and dripped on his legs.

"The first time I went so far, I was sure that I wouldn't give up, but some people regretted it early, and some people regretted it late." If you regret going out, you will regret how cowardly you were when you go back now. Your parents will only be happy for a while and then full of disappointment. So you'd better dry your tears and keep going," the relative said lightly.

The man dried his tears, adjusted his mindset, and began to drive with full concentration.

An hour later, the man was already showing signs of weariness. Relatives turned on the on-board music and adjusted their co-driver's seats. Lying on the co-pilot, he began to build up his spirits. When men see their relatives like this, their hearts are extremely unbalanced, and they also want to rest, but there is no stopping point on this road, and they can only drive hard.

The high music dispels the man's tiredness, as if the sound of the wheel running has become one with the music, you sing me and, you chase me.

Men are overjoyed. But when I turned my head and saw my relatives on the side, my mood was always going to ruin a few points.

"After all, I was invited to help me, so why do I feel like I'm the exclusive driver of this person?" The man muttered to himself in his heart.

The man secretly increased the volume, trying to interfere with his sleep with noise. But in the process of adding, I moved my heart of compassion again.

"Forget it, after all, I came to help, and it is already good not to pit myself."

The man shook the steering wheel in his hand again, and in the sound of music, gradually disappeared at the end. It's like his parents fading into his rearview mirror...