It was already night, and the rain outside was getting heavier and heavier. The originally busy streets outside the town were less crowded. The woman sitting under the lamp doing her work looked up at the courtyard door from time to time, a little anxious.

Finally, the courtyard door rang, and it was Wang Zheng came in. He entered the house with a pale face, rainwater dripping from his body, and an old umbrella that was already a little tattered in his hand.

The woman hurriedly greeted him, helped him change his wet clothes, and cleaned his wet hair. The woman kept talking about her concerns. Wang Zheng, who had been silent since entering the house, poured a cup of hot water and sat down, looking a little lost.

As his wife was packing up the clothes he had changed, she happened to see the broken umbrella by the door. The umbrella was black, and several of the supporting umbrella bones had been broken.

"You don't have an umbrella in your car either. Where did you pick up such a broken umbrella? It can't be used. I threw it away?"

Hearing his wife talking about the umbrella, Wang Zheng seemed to come back to his senses at once. While saying don't throw it away, he took the umbrella from his wife and put it back in the corner.

He told his wife that if he didn't have this umbrella today, he might really not be able to come back. I have to go back tomorrow to thank the person who sent him the umbrella.

So Wang Zheng talked about his experience today, which was really bizarre and thrilling.

Wang Zheng had a small truck of his own, and he usually delivered goods to some small shops in the countryside. Today was no exception.

As for Wang Zheng, he couldn't resist the boss's plea, and he added double the money for the car, so he decided to make this trip. Although the destination was a little remote and there were mountain roads all the way, it was still easy to walk, and his driving skills were very good, so it took about an hour for Wang Zheng to deliver the goods. After unloading the goods, it rained, and the owner of the small shop suggested that he stay in the village for one night before leaving. Wang Zheng refused the boss's kindness. Seeing that he insisted on leaving, the boss walked up and said to him in a mysterious tone:

"Master Wang, on your way back, if you encounter someone stopping the car, you must not stop. Just go directly. If the road is not good, come back."

The boss's words were endless. Although Wang Zheng did not understand, he also knew that it was for his own good, so he agreed casually.

As soon as he left the village, it rained heavily, and his car was walking along the muddy mountain road, which slowed down a lot. On the side of the mountain road two or three miles away from the village, he used the car lights to see a person standing on the side of the mountain in front of him. Through the rain screen, the person seemed to be waving his hand to stop the car in the middle of the road. Wang Zheng was stunned, and the words of the owner of the small shop appeared in his mind. It was fake to say that he was not afraid, so he wanted to rush over and leave quickly, but it was impossible to drive fast on the mountain road in the heavy rain. Although he did not stop, he still saw clearly that the person who stopped the car was an old man, and there was an old lady sitting on the side of the road, wrapped tightly, feeling very weak. Because the speed of the car was not fast, he watched through the rearview mirror that the old man who was a little lost sat back next to the old lady, and from time to time stood up and looked into the distance.

Wang Zheng did not give up after all. After driving a distance, he backed away and helped the two old men into the car. In the car, the old man didn't say much. From his few words, Wang Zheng learned that it was his wife was sick, just in time for the rainy day. Wang Zheng didn't know if it was because of his heart that he felt that the muddy road was much easier to walk on, so he didn't take much time to reach the town. As soon as he entered the town, the old man asked him to stop the car. Wang Zheng was a little surprised.

"Let's stop here. We can walk the rest of the way ourselves. Young man, you are a good person, and you will be rewarded."

Wang Zheng started the car and walked for a while. He wanted to check the old man's situation in the rearview mirror, but found that there was no one behind him. He felt a little incredible, and stopped to look for it, but still saw nothing.

Wang Zheng parked the car on an empty field some distance away from home, and the rain was still falling, so he picked up the black umbrella and walked home. In order to get home early, he deliberately overtook a shortcut. The road was being demolished, and there were still broken walls that had not been demolished intermittently on the roadside. Wang Zheng was walking quickly with his umbrella, and suddenly a rickety brick on the wall fell down due to the wind and rain.

The daughter-in-law also felt very afraid after hearing his words, but she still said casually:

"Look at that old umbrella, it's a few years old. The umbrella bones are rusty, and it can still hold the weight of a brick. It seems that you are very lucky."

The daughter-in-law's words made Wang Zheng's mind flash with hesitation.

The next day, Wang Zheng did not go to the freight station to pick up the goods, but drove to the small mountain village where the goods were delivered yesterday. He found the owner of the store and wanted to inquire about the situation of the two old people who had been sent to town yesterday. He wanted to thank them in person, but who knew that after listening to his description, owner of the store looked at him like he had seen a ghost, and finally told him about the two old people.

In fact, the two old people were not from the village, but they wandered here from other places five years ago and lived in an unused courtyard in the village. The old lady was in poor health, and the old man usually took care of her. That night, the two old men both died on side of the mountain. Although the people of the village helped to take care of the aftermath, from then on, every rainy night on July 15th, there would be drivers on that road.

Although Wang Zheng was dubious about this statement, he still asked the shop owner to take him to the grave of the two old men. There were two photos of the simple tombstones. Although he didn't see the two old men clearly last night, he was sure that it was those two old men yesterday.

In fact, good luck and bad luck lie in one thought, and it seems that helping others may also help you.