The most disgusting thing I have ever encountered may be that I went to study for myself at night in the third grade. Go home with your classmates. Our home is a village on the edge of the city. It takes about half an hour to walk home from school, passing two fish ponds, four farmland and a bridge. That night, my classmates and I were walking on the road, and then we always felt that someone was following us. Walking to the bridge, we turned around and saw my classmate's neighbor's uncle get off the car. At that time, we didn't think much, so we felt that we had acquaintances, and we didn't feel so scared. But in the middle of the bridge, he came, pulled my classmates and me to the car and said he would take us to dinner. At that time, the two of us panicked and ran away, and he ran to catch up. Then he pulled us, and I took out my cell phone and called my dad. I said, "Dad, come to the bridge quickly. Someone wants to pull us to sell." Then the man heard me on the phone and ran away. In fact, when I called at that time, my dad didn't speak at all, and the answer on the other end of the phone was always a mechanical female voice. Later, that classmate went to tell her father that her father took his relatives and beat his neighbor's uncle. Later, he seemed to go out to work, because I never saw him again.