Finally, the car started, accompanied by an unpleasant clanging sound.
The little boy nestled in his mother's arms and couldn't help but cover his ears with his hands: "Mommy, it sounds awful!"
This was Ye Wanying's first time riding a bus from this era. As expected, it was just as rumored, and she couldn't stand it. Putting aside the unpleasant and jarring noise, the whole carriage was filled with an unpleasant smell, a strong diesel odor that could almost suffocate anyone.
Besides the smell of diesel fuel, there were also various unpleasant human odors. If I'm not mistaken, the puddle of water in the passageway was probably the urine left by the previous child.
But thinking about the tricycle we took to get here, I was worried that it would bounce my son's bottom around again, so I had no choice but to endure it.
"It'll be there soon, just a little while."
This "half an hour" was quite uncomfortable for Tuanzi. The smell was really awful. Children are naturally very sensitive, so their senses are even stronger than adults'.
But after the bus left the station, she realized that all that was just a pretext. When a large group of people boarded the bus, the entire carriage was filled with the smells of feet, sweat, body odor, and chicken droppings. Ye Wanying quickly held her breath, then took out a mask from her bag and put it on her son first, before putting it on herself.
Tuanzi was almost crying from the smell: "Mommy, I don't want to ride in the car anymore, ugh, Tuanzi wants to get off."
This time, Ye Wanying didn't refuse, but seriously considered the question: "Then shall we take the tricycle back? Aren't you afraid your butt will hurt from the bumpy ride?"
Tuanzi shook her head repeatedly: "I'm not afraid, I'm not afraid, Tuanzi isn't afraid of my bottom hurting anymore."
"Okay, let's get off the bus."
Tuanzi immediately reached out and hugged Ye Wanying's neck tightly. Ye Wanying shouted to the driver to get out of the car while picking up her son and carrying her handbag in the other hand.
Finally, after the mother and son got out of the car, they both took a few deep breaths of fresh air.
Ye Wanying couldn't help but laugh at the person's exaggerated "I'm finally alive" expression.
He looked around, but there wasn't a soul in sight. "Now there aren't even any tricycles left," he asked his son.
The child glanced around and said, "Mommy, let's walk!" They clearly didn't want to ride in the car anymore.
But how could Ye Wanying bear to let her son walk?
His eyes lit up when he caught a glimpse of a wooden plank with wheels lying on the side of the road.
"I've got an idea!"
Tuanzi quickly asked, "Mommy, is there any way?"
Ye Wanying chuckled: "Wait, watch Mom do a magic trick for you."
Tuanzi stood curiously to the side watching, while Ye Wanying walked closer to the wooden plank and discovered that it was actually made of sheet metal.
Upon closer inspection, it was discovered that this was likely a discarded trolley from a hospital.
After checking the wheels again, I found they were still very slippery and hadn't rusted much, so I immediately got to work.
About half an hour later, the oldest and simplest version of the scooter was freshly made.
Because of the uneven road surface, Ye Wanying fixed many layers of thin wires to the wheels. Of course, she also secretly made some modifications to the wheels to ensure that they could glide smoothly even on uneven muddy roads.
He slung the bag over his shoulder and opened his arms to the person, saying, "Come here, hug Mom, we're leaving!"
Tuanzi came over and hugged Ye Wanying with some doubt, asking worriedly, "Mommy, is it really okay?"
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