In the middle of the night, people simply can not hit the car in the mountain.

There were cars returning from the scenic spot in the middle of the night, and under the blinding headlights, my wretchedness was nowhere to be seen.

I put down all my pride and waved at them, people in the car swept past me with either amazement or ridicule, accompanied by the rhythmic rock and roll and left in the dust. None of the cars were willing to stop for me.

Perhaps in their eyes, I am like a beggar, like a refugee, like a madman, ridiculous and unbearable.

After one disappointment after another, I made a risky decision.

I stood at the corner against the mountain wall, and when I saw the lights appear again, I did not hesitate to rush out.

As long as I didn't get run over, there was hope that I would be taken! That was the only way I could think of.

There was a squeal and the brakes sounded harsh.

The force of the impact was not heavy, it was the force of inertia from my lunge that sent me rolling to the ground.

I heard a "pop" and looked up in disarray.

I couldn't see the man's face in the darkness, but I saw him slowly and methodically light up a cigarette, and the small cluster of lighter flame was reflected in his eyes.

He exhaled a smoke ring and then looked at me, sweeping his gaze over my wretched circumference.

"Girl, you do not pick the right object ? My broken bicycle is also your target?"

His voice was magnetic, and his slow tone had a touch of composure. But these words said with such a nice voice sound like a hard slap on my face.

Yes, he was riding a mountain bike, and the bright light I saw just now came from a searchlight mounted on the front of his bike.

He looked through the smoke like a joke. Perhaps in his view, my body's wretched marks, are carefully prepared for the racketeering.

I didn't want to argue anything, and held my legs tight, and ignored him.

Probably seeing that I had no intention of making a claim and was not prepared to go along with his taunts, he rode away from me.

Seeing that he quickly turned the corner and disappeared from my sight, I finally let out a loud cry.

At this moment, I really strongly wished that he would stay, even if he mocked me, at least I was not alone.

In the dark silence of the mountainside, only the sound of my cries echoed.

It didn't take long for the lights to shine on me again, the sound of brakes rang out next to my ears, and I looked up almost as if in surprise, the hiker had pulled over to the side of the road.

He sat on the curb at a distance of one from me, fished out his cigarette case, smoked a cigarette and put it in his mouth.

"Crying so loudly is not afraid to attract ghosts?" At the same time, accompanied by the sound of the lighter firing, his cigarette has been lit.

I was stunned, looking at him with hanging tears. He also happened to look over.

At this time the light of the searchlight shone right in front of us. Through the thin smoke, I got a good look at his face.

The face is a little too handsome, exuding a hard masculine charm. Even if he was only wearing a short-sleeved sportswear with sweaty hair in front of the forehead, but also did not lose any composure.The long legs and arms look full of power.

Probably I just did not claim, so he believed that I was not maliciously racketeering. At the moment he looked at my eyes only with incomprehension and questions.

"You don't look good?" His eyes swept over my blood-stained bare feet.

I subconsciously hugged my arms tightly and whispered, "I ...... am just a little cold."

He nodded, put the cigarette in his mouth, got up and took a shirt out of the backpack in the car and draped it over my body in a natural movement.

"Thanks, thanks!"

I was a little touched, but also very uneasy, his clothes had a very clean scent, but my body was very dirty.

And he didn't realize that my cold was not at all covered by a piece of clothing.

"I think you need to go to the hospital." He said.

A hospital?

Watson was the hospital doctor, but he had made me in such dismal state.

I smiled bitterly, "I just want to go home."

He looked at the pathos in my eyes and nodded, "I'll drive you."

I subconsciously looked at the hiking car and thought the task was a bit daunting.

He gave a low laugh as if reading my mind, and then pulled out his cell phone to call.

"Paul, bring the car here." He gave the address and hung up the phone.

I rubbed my shoulders a little awkwardly, and then fell into silence.

The sound of a lighter rang out again and he lit another cigarette.

He seemed to be quite a heavy smoker.

"I'm not a nice guy, aren't you afraid I'll cheat you?" The peaceful tone of voice rang out again.

I shrank my neck, my heart was bleak as hell.

"I have nothing left, nothing to be cheated out of."

At that moment, several mountain bikes rushed up and stopped directly in front of us.

The man at the head of the pack propped his car on one foot, straightened up and looked at me, then at the clothes draped over me.

"Holy shit, Christian , you can have an affair in the middle of the night in this shitty mountain."

The man beside me reached out and kicked his front tire.

"You're blind, huh?"

Hearing him say this, the man carefully sized me up again and saw the blood on my legs, his eyes startled.

"This, what is the situation?"

The words just fell, not far from the headlights of the light shone over. A black car slowly approaching, turned around, and finally stopped in front of us. The driver got out of the car, a man probably in his thirties, with a good suit.

The man beside him got up and got into the driver's seat, and the man who had first said he had an affair reacted by cursing.

"Holy shit, Christian , are you a human being? We agreed to ride back together, but you called the car without telling us?"

The man called Christian opened the front window and threw his cigarette out the window, hooked his lips.

"I am tired. Paul ride back with you." After saying that, he looked at me from the car, "still want to continue to blow cold wind?"

I was afraid he would suddenly drive away, rushed up to open the passenger door, lifting my foot when I hesitated.

His car is clean inside and out, but I'm all ......

He frowned at the front, fingers gently tapping the steering wheel, like waiting for some impatience.

After a struggle I finally stepped in, but did not dare to sit down, feet are also very close together, afraid to move away is an ugly footprint.

The car suddenly started. I leaned back, and sit down because of the Inertia.

My face was burning with embarrassment and the first thing I did was look at him.

"Yes, sorry, I'll pay for the car wash."

He hooked his lips as if he was amused and let out a low, moist laugh.

"My car washed once with two hundred dollars. If it is stained with any stubborn stains, have to add another money."

Speaking of stubborn stains, he glanced at my legs.

Two hundred? A normal car wash is 50 dollars at best, and his car costs two hundred? But his car does look much more upscale than the Watson one. The car wash money plus cab fare, two hundred is not expensive.

But I'm broke and only have a cell phone.

"I don't have any money on me right now, so if you trust me, I'll write down your number and send it to you then."

I picked up my phone to record the number, only to find that it was turned off.

It was barely turned on, and when I asked his name as I took down the number, he said his name was Christian.

Just as I saved it, a million text messages came in, from Niki.

I guess she must have been in a hurry, so I called her up. But as soon as the call was answered, the phone went black, completely out of battery.

"Can you remember the phone number?" He unlocked his phone and handed it over.

I nodded and took the phone and dialed it.

Probably because it was an unfamiliar number, Niki answered the phone quite politely, "Hello."

"Niki, it's me." I whispered in a low voice.

The moment Niki heard it was me, she exploded.

"Grace, where are you? Did something happen? I got a call from you earlier and thought something was wrong, so I went to your house to look for you, but you weren't home, where the hell are you? You didn't answer your phone, and then you simply turned it off!"

When I heard Niki's familiar concern, my tears came out as soon as they rolled.

I wiped my tears haphazardly and said in a choked voice, "It's okay, I'm in Revere."

"Are you with your husband?"

"Yes."

"He's sick, he knows you're carrying a baby and he's still taking you around, so be careful."

I could barely hold back my sobs at the mention of the baby, so I covered my mouth and hung up the phone.

Christian probably heard the call, because I saw his eyes sweep to my abdomen and my bleeding legs, his brow furrowed deeply.

His wise gaze made me feel as if he had seen through what had happened to me.