In the group, I saw this chat record: a brother lying on the ground, several people covering his wound, his jumpsuit torn open, blood flowing profusely, equipment scattered everywhere, and the shadow of the ambulance almost covering the person.

Someone is squatting beside, wiping blood, as if cleaning up a sudden passion that has been abruptly stopped.

It's usually refreshing to feel the wind on the road, but today I saw only one sentence:
"The excitement disperses faster than life."

There was no shouting, no cursing, no blaming anyone, only that sudden drop in temperature of silence.
Like a fully charged car suddenly stalling,
It's like someone is whispering in your ear:
"Brother, this really hurts."

The coolness, speed, and accessories bragged about in the circle of friends all become particularly light in this pool of blood.
Everyone is taking pictures, chatting, and test driving, and in the next moment, one person just stops talking.

Do you think life has a plot?
Look at this scene today—
Yes, it's still the kind that doesn't go according to your wishes.

Hope my brother is okay.
As for the rest, I don't comment or teach anyone.
Those who have seen the scene know in their hearts.