But Ferrari has already calculated, and the second supercar can't stop the car and crashes directly into the ditch.

In the first encounter, four supercars were not only defeated, but one car was injured.

In the second encounter, while being defeated, all four cars were injured!

The screeching sound of grinding filled the ears, and all three cars stopped.

Wu Jian's mind was roaring, and he had no thoughts.

The second car was even more smoky, and the two young men climbed out with difficulty.

After a while, there was a bang, which scared everyone's hearts.

But it was Wu Jian's eyes that were red and slapped the steering wheel angrily.

The glory of Wuling has long been gone, and on the dirt roads in the countryside, several young people are discouraged.

Wu ...... Wu Shao...... Or...... Spare his life? That's a madman......"

I have been following Wu Jian for a long time. Zhao Xiong also somewhat figured out Wu Jian's temper. was slapped in the face and slapped in reverse, but it can actually resolve the anger in Wu Jian's heart.

Wu Jian's bloody eyes swept over, and Zhao Xiong's face turned green with fright.

It seems that he lost to others in the car skills he was proud of, and it was still the glory of Yiwuling, so that the tricks that were tried and tested on weekdays were all in vain.

But if it's as a professional dogleg. is still a senior dog leg who has been mixed with Wu Jian for many years, and Zhao Xiong still has two moves to press the bottom of the box.

As soon as the inspiration moved, Zhao Xiong hurriedly changed his words, "Wu ...... Wu Shao, it's still important to get down to business! Don't forget, the purpose of our visit. But the hero saves the beauty!"

Sure enough, Wu Jian's face improved.

They came all the way from Gusu this time to get the news of a woman, and that woman was Wu Jianchao's dream lover.

took out a cigarette and lit it, but Wu Jian found that his hands trembled involuntarily.

At this time, several young people also got out of the car and came to the Ferrari, and they didn't dare to breathe.

Taking a puff of cigarette, Wu Jian said coldly, "Du Teniang drips to me, go back to Gusu, if anyone dares to say this matter, I, Wu Jian, will not finish with him!"

Several young people nodded hurriedly, but they still didn't dare to say anything.

These people are just the second generation of the rich, but Wu Jian is the young master of the Wu family in Gusu, and the real son of the family.

They all knew that Wu Jian was really angry this time. Beat them to death, and they didn't dare to spread the word about today.

A few rich second generations just stood there stunned and waited for Wu Jian to finish smoking, but the two people who got out of the second supercar didn't even dare to look at the bruises on their bodies, gritted their teeth and endured the pain.

Extinguishing the smoke, Wu Jian's anger disappeared a little.

He asked in a cold voice, "Have you memorized the license plate of the van for Lao Tzu?"

Everyone stared at each other, and their eyes finally fell on Zhao Xiong. They are all in the rear, but Zhao Xiong has always been at the forefront and sees it most really.

But Zhao Xiong's face is green again, and the chrysanthemums are tight, as if he has been cuckolded.

"!"

Wu Jian scolded, "What about the dash cam! It must have been filmed, show it to Lao Tzu! Lao Tzu is not finished with him!"

Several people stared at Zhao Xiong again.

Zhao Xiong almost knelt down, and it took a long time before he said, "Wu ...... Wu, Wu Shao, let's ...... This is a sports car, first, most people dare not touch porcelain, so ......"

The atmosphere instantly became awkward and cold.

"!"

Wu Jian took a while before he could hold back such a word.

The atmosphere instantly became more awkward than cold.

Including Wu Jian, the last drifting tail flick of the glory of the god car Wuling appeared in his mind.

It was an angle that avoided the collision, and the quiet calculation of the Ferrari's trajectory was firmly and accurately......

Wu Jian thought about it countless times, not to mention that at the moment of life and death, even if he practiced by himself, he couldn't do it like this!

Invisibly, it is obviously Wu Jian, who is in high spirits to take his sister. There was a shadow on the car.

……

"The mountain is still the mountain, the road is still the road, it's just people...... It's not that person anymore. ”

Walking leisurely on the mountain road of Jiuqu Ileus, Ye Chong reminisced about the past.

Biaoche is just a small episode for Ye Chong. Just like the trip to death in Wanguo Mountain, before knowing that you will die, let the adrenaline rush once, so that this life will not be in vain. And this time, on the way back to Gusu, I can surging once, and I will become less sad.

"Halfway up the mountain, there was an earthen house thirteen years ago. I remember...... I spent the night here. ”

Ye Chong smiled, "If it weren't for that earthen house, I'm afraid I wouldn't have been able to survive that winter, let alone go to the sea of clouds." ”

And now, that place is in ruins.

Thirteen years have passed, but not even a piece of rubble will be left. But Ye Chong still stopped the car and walked to the place where the earth house was originally located.

Stop, gaze, be silent.

Only the mountain breeze, cool blowing, let the leaves sway, let the grass dance.

"Thank you. ”

Ye Chong thanked him quietly.

Now that there is no earthen house. And to the mountains, to the grass, and to the wind...... Thanks.

Thirteen years ago, there was no return, thirteen years later, it is the way back, thank you for this world, still here, waiting for him Ye Chong's arrival.

Get in the car and start a fire. Go on.

Leave.

Skirting the hills, the eyes suddenly opened up.

Ye Chong's heart was also much brighter.

Everything in the world cannot be immutable, the vicissitudes of life, Ye Chong has already prepared in his heart.

But on the other side of this hill. But it is in perfect line with Ye Chong's memory, and there is no change.

As far as the eye can see, beyond the mountains and forests, there is a small town at the end of the mountain road.

To talk about change. The town was much bigger than it used to be, and the houses were much taller.

People, too, are they much older?

Ye Chong thought in his heart, but he was not in a hurry and drove slowly.

Thirteen years ago, I walked very slowly because of cold, hunger, and hiking.

It's slow to move forward now. But it was just because Ye Chong didn't want to go too fast.

It is even more because there is a kind old man in that town who gave him kindness thirteen years ago.

He was afraid that time would fly by, the old man would no longer be, and he was afraid that he would not be able to return kindness with kindness.

Half an hour later. Ye Chong walked out of the fourth household, and his heavy mood became more and more happy.

The first three households were all new to the town and didn't know anything about the town.

Looking at this town, which was very different from before, Ye Chong thought that it would be difficult to find the old man again. Fortunately, God favors you. This fourth household, a native of the town, has a deep memory.

I even remember that thirteen years ago there was a little beggar who passed through the town.

Ye Chong didn't say that he was the little beggar.

Old man, still alive.

Take out a few boxes of nutrition from the car. Ye Chong walked towards the street.

In my mind, the scene of thirteen years also comes to mind.

The heavy snowfall thirteen years ago, it fell for a few days and nights, it was a rare heavy snow in the south, and I heard that there were snowstorms in many places in Jiangzhou that year, and there were many casualties.

Ye Chong dressed in summer clothes. It's a miracle to survive in that kind of weather.

Back then, the old man was selling fruit on the street. Selling fruits in the winter, or the season of heavy snowfall, it is conceivable that business is so bleak.

Actually, you don't have to think about it.

Because back then, Ye Chong stood on the corner of the street, looking at the old man wrapped in a torn cotton jacket, guarding the fruit stall covered with snow, and watched for a long time.

How long? Ye Chong thought, at least half an hour.

At that time, he had been hungry all day. Not to mention cold fruits, even ice cream, Ye Chong can also eat it.

In the past half hour, there was no third person in the whole street, except for him and the old man.

Ten-year-old Ye Chong. Just look at it. If you can't eat, just watch, see if you don't break the law, and look at it can satisfy your cravings, but the more you watch, the more hungry you become.

Half an hour later, Ye Chong had a plan. Walked over.

"Grandma, how do you go to Gusu?"

The voice was immature, but Ye Chong's smart eyes flashed with cunning.

He just made a conversation, and he thought about the next drama.

Ask for directions, then make small talk, and then help the old man sell fruit. Such. When the old man leaves, he can also give him a fruit to eat.

"Whack, ghost!"

But the old man saw through Ye Chong's careful thinking at a glance, smiled and scolded, then took out an apple from the fruit stall and threw it to him.

"Take it and eat it, and go home early. ”

The eyes are full of kindness, and the smile and scolding are extremely kind.

And this is not the most important thing, the most important thing is that when Ye Chong himself felt that he was a beggar, this old man with patches on his padded jacket did not scold him for being a beggar!

Ye Chongqiang held back his tears and didn't cry, in fact, he only cried once from Gusu to Yunhai thirteen years ago.

It was when Li Linhu said a word.

"Well, you don't have a home. ”

After gobbling up the apples, Ye Chong didn't feel cold at all, and the old man couldn't get rid of him.

Because he had already thought about it, help watch the fruit stand. to get the fruit.

The reward is the fruit.

It's just that the plan was disrupted, and the old man paid him first.

But you have to keep doing the work.

In the end, the old man pushed the wooden cart away, and Ye Chong walked towards the hill in the distance.

Unconsciously, Ye Chong's eyes were moist.

Moving on from the past. Ye Chong has already come to the streets. The news came that the old man was still on the street, still in that location, and still in that fruit stand.

It's the same as back then, he's on the street, and the old man is on the street.

But when he reached the corner, he was stunned.

Around the corner, there were four or five young men muttering there, it was the same group of people who had lost the car with him, but Wu Jian, who gave him the middle finger, was missing.