Chapter 67 A Dream of a Yellow Millet (Part 3)

After hearing this, Yu Lan had no choice but to remain silent.

But what he said was right. He knew the racing profession very well. There were certainly dangers, but the mortality rate was not very high. After all, they were very confident in their skills.

Moreover, they have been through all these years safely, and I believe this time will be the same.

The brothers behind him smiled and said, "Brother Yao's mother is really a very caring mother. She cares about you even more than your wife does."

Shan Chengyao smiled but didn't say anything.

The location of their race this time was on the top of a very high mountain that reached the clouds. There were many cliffs. Even though there were sufficient measures around, the risk factor was still extremely high.

Although they have been racing for many years, they couldn't help but be surprised when they saw such a large-scale competition scene.

"Racing abroad is so exciting." Several men were a little excited when they saw it.

Shan Chengyaoren had already put on his racing suit and got on the exclusive racing car that had been shipped from China and had been with them for a long time.

He was going to give it a try.

Seeing that he was going to take a test drive, Yu Lan quickly got in the passenger seat and asked, "Would you wait for me?"

After the two men ran a lap together, both men felt satisfied physically and mentally. This is why they like racing. It is exciting and thrilling, which is a feeling that other professions cannot bring.

After the warm-up exercises, the time for the competition is almost here.

At this time, Shan Chengyao felt a little uneasy for some reason.

Yu Lan walked over and said, "Brother Yao, are you okay?"

Shan Chengyao shook his head: "I'm fine."

He shook the strange thought from his mind.

They got in the racing car together and listened to the referee explaining the rules through the headset.

Shan Chengyao looked up from the window and saw a few crows flying by. The sky was dark at this time, and the uneasiness in his heart emerged again.

As the whistle sounded, countless cars rushed forward like rockets from the same starting point.

Shan Chengyao's car was no exception. Soon, he and Yu Lan, their partner of many years, cooperated with each other and quickly overtook several cars.

When the car reached halfway up the mountain, it suddenly started to drizzle, which was not good for the contestants.

Rain means there is a risk of danger. Places like racing are particularly prone to landslides caused by rain.

As the rain got heavier, the referee in the headset suggested that the players suspend the competition.

Seeing this, Yu Lan said, "Why don't we stop by and rest for a while?"

However, Shan Chengyao didn't seem to be listening. Looking at a car in the rearview mirror that was about to overtake them, he said quickly, "We're almost at the finish line. It would be a shame to give up now."

As he spoke, he suddenly increased his speed. However, at a bend, the most dangerous place, Shan Chengyao felt a corner of the rear wheel collapse, and the car slid backwards uncontrollably.

Yu Lan's expression changed: "Not good!"

Shan Chengyao quickly stepped on the accelerator and tried to rush forward.

However, the wheels of the car behind sank deeper and deeper until the entire car fell off...

After an unknown amount of time, Shan Chengyao heard faint crying sounds. He woke up in the hospital.

The moment he woke up, the whole family stared at him intently, their eyes all filled with tears, red and red.

Shan's mother grabbed his hand and cried, "Yao'er, why won't you listen? I told you you were in danger. Now look what you're going to do for the rest of your life."

My wife stood by and cried, cursing, "How many times have I told you not to play this car? Now look what you did, you've ruined your legs."

Younger sister Shan Xiao was also crying breathlessly: "What's the point of making so much money? You can play racing if you want. It's not like your family forbids you to play racing. But you actually dared to go to such a dangerous place abroad, completely disregarding our lives."

The eldest brother sighed deeply and said nothing.

Shan Chengyao looked at the dull scene in front of him, his brain nerves seemed to have not yet reacted.

Until his eyes slowly lowered to his body, he saw that from the waist down, there was nothing, and his two legs were gone.

Shan Chengyao was stunned for a long time. Only after he felt the pain in his body did he react belatedly.

"My legs! My legs!"

A grown man just started screaming in the hospital.

After he had been tossing and turning for the entire afternoon and finally calmed down, he remembered someone and quickly grabbed his wife's hand and asked, "How is my brother? How is he?"

"You're talking about Yu Lan, right?"

"Yes, how is he?" Shan Chengyao's face was pale. In just half a day, he had lost the vigor and vitality he had as a racing driver.

Hearing this, Ai Wenxin sobbed and said, "He...he is dead."

With a loud "bang", Shan Chengyao's mind went blank. He couldn't believe it and couldn't accept the result.

"How...how is that possible?"

"How is it impossible? His funeral has already been held and he will be buried soon!" Ai Wenxin looked at her husband who was still confused and scolded him angrily.

Shan Chengyao was stunned by the scolding, and seemed to wake up. A trace of pain appeared in his eyes, and he muttered loudly:

"I want to find him, take me to find him!"

However, Ai Wenxin cried and remained indifferent.

Shan Chengyao had no choice but to get up by himself, but he seemed to have forgotten that he had no legs. After crawling a few steps, he fell to the ground and couldn't get up.

Ai Wenxin cried as she went to help him up: "How can you attend the funeral in this state?"

Upon hearing this, Shan Chengyao lay on the ground motionless. Gradually, his eyes became red and moist.

He hated himself at this moment and beat his body in pain and regret, as if this could alleviate his guilt.

Ai Wenxin watched him torturing himself and finally couldn't bear it anymore. He quickly clenched his fists, hugged him and said, "Stop hitting me! Stop hitting me! I feel bad when you do this!"

A few days later, he was discharged from the hospital.

As soon as I got home, I met Yu Lan's family holding the memorial tablet and photos.

Their eyes were filled with hatred towards Shan Chengyao, especially his mother, who screamed at him heartbreakingly: "You murderer! Give my son back to me!"

If Shan Chengyao's family had not blocked Yu Lan's parents, they would have rushed forward and pushed Shan Chengyao down.

It was not until Shan Chengyao saw Yu Lan's black and white photo that he finally believed that his good brother was really dead.

He couldn't bear the blow and locked himself in his room all day and refused to come out.

The once happy family no longer had the joy they once had because of his constant gloom and sadness.

My son has become like this.

His family no longer had any reason to blame him.

However, his family didn't say anything, but he couldn't bear the condemnation of his conscience and tortured himself.