One year passed quickly, the final exam for advancing to the next level of school finished, and we went to pick up my brother.

Mom quickly tied up my brother's bedding, grabbed the washbasin and thermos, and piled everything in front of the electric bike.

The old electric bike carried the three of us back home.

It started drizzling from the sky.

The electric bike began to sway from side to side, like a person drunk.

Mom first angrily shouted, "Xiaoyu, sit properly, don't move around."

I said, "I didn't move!"

Mom said again, "Xiao Zhe, sit securely."

My brother helplessly said, "I didn't move either."

The bike wobbled and stopped, and when we got off, we found out that the tire was punctured.

With no village ahead and no store behind, looking around, in the fine mist of rain, all we could see was vast farmland.

The three of us stood by the roadside, staring at each other.

Just the thought of possibly having to push the bike back home made my legs ache slightly.

Suddenly, Mom waved her hand towards the road.

Soon, we and the bike climbed onto a small fish-selling truck.

The smell of fish was overwhelming on the truck, with leftover fish rolling their eyes in the corner.

Yet we felt incredibly lucky, it was still better than walking back.

Even my usually quiet brother got excited, he held onto the truck railing and taught me to recite, "When the strong wind breaks the waves, there will be times, sailing directly across the vast sea."

Mom watched us, smiling all the way.

Back home, Dad sniffed, "Where is this smell of dead fish coming from?"

We burst into laughter again, too lazy to explain to him.