Qizi
Ding ding... Ding ding... The alarm clock rang again and again, but it did not affect the sleep of the person on the bed at all. Twenty minutes passed. The person inside the quilt moved and turned over, but there was no movement. After a while, a hand reached out from the quilt and touched the mobile phone. A messy head popped out of it and looked at the time in a daze. He jumped up and shouted: "Ah...! I'm going to be late!" He quickly packed himself up and hurriedly locked the door and went downstairs, skipping breakfast. I waited for a few more minutes at the bus stop. During this period, I kept taking out my phone to check the time and kept mumbling: "What a tragedy! What a misfortune! I'm late. I finally finished this month. Now that I'm late again, my salary will be bleak again. My mother asked me to send money back this month." The bus finally arrived late, and after finally being squeezed in, the traffic jam started again. After getting off the car, I saw that there were still 5 seconds left at the traffic light, so I ran towards it. However, something unexpected happened and a turning car came speeding towards me at this moment. "Bang" the world became quiet, and before I even had time to feel the pain, I lost consciousness.