I suddenly heard someone calling me.

It was my mother.

She anxiously asked, "Xiaonian, which direction?"

I pointed forward.

In the passenger seat sat the uncle I had seen on a rainy day before.

Looking at him for the first time, I noticed his greedy and bloated appearance.

He urged anxiously, "Chase, hurry, don't let your husband run away with the money."

My mother ignored him.

She looked at me steadily, and with a voice of unprecedented gentleness, she said, "Child, it's getting cold, your feet must be very cold, hurry home."

It was then that I realized I was only wearing a pair of slippers.

By the time I looked up, she had already stepped on the gas, leaving in a cloud of dust.

That afternoon, a major car accident occurred near the high-speed rail station, with two cars colliding, overturning, catching fire, and exploding.

Three people in the front car and two people in the rear car all died on the spot.