Who Do You Love?

On Qingming Festival, after worshiping my mother, I went down the mountain. Arriving at the foot of the mountain, we prepared to start the car and return to the city. Unexpectedly, the Xiali that I had bought for two years would go on strike at this time. I was in a place with nowhere to go, and my phone was out of battery. I really wanted to curse. I got off the station and stood on the side of the road, hoping to catch a ride with a kindhearted person. My luck wasn't too bad. After chatting up several car owners to no avail, a shiny black BMW finally parked in front of me. I smiled flatteringly at the driver who rolled down the window, "Brother, my car broke down, please..."