Yesterday, I had a dream again I rode an electric bike to the nursing home with Uncle Ming (pronounciation), planning to put the electric bike at home here temporarily.
Uncle Ming unlocked the wooden courtyard door and entered the courtyard, and I pushed the electric car behind. To enter the courtyard, you have to go up a somewhat high and steep cement brick slope. On both sides of the slope, there are steps made of gray bricks and stones, which are for people to walk. In the center is a narrow concrete slope, which is convenient for vehicles to get up and down.
I unscrewed the power supply handlebar on the right side of the electric car, applied even force, people walked on the steps, and the car walked on the narrow cement slope, so the electric car was easily pushed into the yard.
As soon as my side came up, Uncle Ming who was some distance ahead suddenly turned around and planned to walk back, but he was relieved when he saw that I had already come up. I know that Uncle Ming thought that the slope was not easy to climb, and planned to come over to help me. Seeing that I have already climbed up, I feel relieved.
Entering the courtyard door is a slightly narrower and longer corridor with brick walls on both sides. Walking through the corridor, I saw the old courtyard where my grandma used to be, a scene I am familiar with. I pushed the cart directly to the back garden, and Uncle Ming followed suit.
I looked on both sides of the back garden, where I planned to put the electric car. First, the front of the car facing west and the rear facing east were placed horizontally on the south side of a four-wheeled small cart. After putting it away, it felt a little blocking the road, so going to the toilet in the northwest and going to the northeast had a slight impact. Then I looked at the northeast corner, and knew that the northeast corner was unused. I originally wanted to put the front of the car facing the northeast, but Uncle Ming said that there were people living there and rented it out. I looked over, and a small road stretched in, which was quite clean. If people really live in it, leaving the electric car like this will definitely affect people's access.
Looking at the electric car in front of him, it seems that it can only be left like this for the time being. I was thinking about pushing to see if there is a more suitable place in the front yard, and also thinking about why I had to push the electric car here first. The actual situation here is not good, not to mention the car, and the route does not make sense after careful considerationI put the electric car here, how can I go back? take a taxi? At that time, who will ride this electric car, why should I not use the car instead of going back by other means of transportation? How did you plan to put the car here in the first place?
After thinking about it a lot, I don't really want to put a car in this yard anymore. But all the thoughts in my heart came, and my feet had already strolled to the short corridor leading to the front yard.
At this moment, an arrow flew out from nowhere in the corridor. The arrow was almost at the height of my head, and it was dangling back and forth just beside my head. I thought it was weird, and Lulu (pronounciation) next to me told me that the arrow was just like that, so I didn't have to worry about it and left it alone, meaning that the arrow would go elsewhere by itself later. However, not long after she finished speaking, she saw that the tip of the arrow that was originally swaying downward was suddenly directed towards my head.
I was taken aback by this situation, and instinctively backed away, but the arrow was always following me, or chasing me. I trotted directly towards the gate of the courtyard, and when I was about to reach the gate, the hanging arrow suddenly stopped, no longer followed me, and stopped in the middle of the air for the time being.
I turned around to observe the arrow, and at this time Lulu also ran to the wall in front of me on the right. Panting, she pointed to a place on the wall next to me, and told me that this is the boundary, and that the arrow will stop moving forward when it reaches here. Hearing this, I looked at the wall where she pointed, and saw a vertical line, which must be the so-called boundary. I'm really grateful for having that boundary, and being chased by a hanging arrow like this, I feel quite resentful. But no matter what the boundaries are or not, what's the matter with the arrow moving and flying by itself? Why are you aiming at me again? What's the situation