Teenager riding an electric bike

During the National Day in 2014, I came home from abroad to visit my wife and daughter. One day, I rode a battered electric tricycle carrying my wife and daughter, who had just turned two, from the countryside to the county seat to go shopping. The village is not too far from the county seat, there are seven or eight kilometers of appearance, the road has just been renovated and widened in recent years, the villagers usually go to the county town to do things mostly riding electric vehicles, convenient and economical. The weather that day was not very good, it was gloomy like holding back a heavy rain, and the temperature was very comfortable. I rode forward unhurriedly, while teasing my daughter with my wife.

The car broke down near the "Ten Mile Bridge" and could not "throttle the door", which was just the middle of the village to the county seat, and it was a dilemma and very embarrassing. I had to push the car forward, hoping to find a shop to repair the car not far away. Electric cars are easy to ride, pushing is not so easy, not to mention carrying people. At this time, the sky was getting more and more gloomy, and I still pretended to chat with her and her mother-in-law, but my heart was very anxious. At this time, from behind came a teenager riding an electric bicycle, eighteen or nineteen years old, like a student, he stopped next to me and said he wanted to help me. I was surprised and instinctively said casually, "No, there will be a car repair shop if you don't go far." "I know there's a car repairer two kilometers ahead, but it's going to rain, and you still have a child," he said persistently, with a sincere expression, "I rode behind you, pushed you behind your car with one foot, and went to the place where the car was repaired." I know that there is a certain danger in doing so, but this kind of "indigenous method" is often seen in the countryside and is not unusual. I still wanted to refuse, but the anxiety in my wife's eyes and the firmness on the teenager's face eventually destroyed my hypocritical self-esteem.

In this way, the teenager has been "escorting" us to the car repair shop, and after walking for more than 10 minutes on this 2-kilometer road, he has always maintained that funny posture. When we got to the place, we were all relieved, I was at ease, and he might be relaxed after his body was stiff and tired, or he was relieved and satisfied after completing the task. The wife thanked him and let her daughter learn to say "thank you uncle", and the teenager smiled slightly and rode away. My wife complained that I did not thank the teenager, saying that I did not understand human feelings. In fact, my heart is full of gratitude, but I don't want to say those two words.

Once upon a time, I was that teenager too. I also gave up my seat on the train to a mother and daughter and stood by myself for 6 hours; I also carried dozens of dollars in my pocket to find a job, but gave half of the money to a "girl who was in distress". However, reality has destroyed my "youthful heart" again and again, making me very wary, even a little insensitive. Looking at the teenager's back, I silently blessed him to be treated gently by life, and also tried to convince myself to believe that there are still many good people in the world, and the next time I encounter someone else who needs help, I can also help without hesitation.