Going to the Sea in the City, Cheating and Restarting Life at the Age of 30

A round, blurry shadow stubbornly lingered in the depths of his consciousness. It looks like a game interface, more like an old-fashioned radar screen, with blurred scales slowly rotating around the edges. Close your eyes and it becomes clearer. This thing has been in his mind for four months. The starting point of everything was the damn car accident four months ago. Zhong Xiaohe, thirty years old, is an ordinary port container trailer driver. With an A2 driver's license, he drives a 13-meter-long tractor-trailer. His daily life is to draw fixed broken lines between the dock, the yard and the factory. Late that night, after delivering the last container, the empty truck returned to the dock to return it. After staying up for more than ten hours in a row, my eyelids were as heavy as lead. Maybe it was because of that one or two seconds of trance, bang! The world is spinning. The scream of twisted metal, the crisp sound of exploding glass, and the muffled sound of his skull hitting something hard were all mixed together. Finally there is darkness, endless darkness. When I opened my eyes again, it was already three days later. The hospital's pale lights and pungent smell of disinfectant. The doctor said the concussion was mild, but fortunately nothing serious happened. Beside the hospital bed, his wife Tingting's eyes were swollen like peaches, and her one-and-a-half-year-old daughter Hanhan was lying beside the bed, calling daddy, daddy over and over in a vague milky voice. Physical injuries heal very quickly. The lingering fear in my heart and the pressure of life are more real things. But soon, Zhong Xiaohe discovered that something was wrong, and it did not come from the outside. Two days after he returned home from the hospital, he always felt that there was something lingering in front of him. A faint, round shadow,