"Let's go!" Long Mingfei stood next to the motorcycle and threw a helmet into Huang Mingyue's hand. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Long Mingfei's motorcycle is very stylish, the color of the car has been modified to electric blue, and the exhaust pipe has also been modified, and the roar is even louder when it is driven.

"Uncle Long, what kind of illness does my mother have?" Huang Mingyue licked her lips subconsciously, wanting to know the answer but not daring to know the answer.

"Mingyue, do you dare to ride this motorcycle?" Long Mingfei avoided the topic and patted the car on his side. His Harley-Davidson motorcycle is no cheaper than an ordinary family car, like a dormant little beast, waiting for its owner to wake up.

Long Mingfei has loved motorcycles since he was a child, not only can repair, but also play. He invested almost half of the money he earned from opening a tuning shop into his hobby. Long Mingfei's reputation in S Town is very good, but almost everyone who knows him doesn't think he can live a down-to-earth life.

Long Mingfei was not worrying when he was young, and before he graduated from junior high school, he secretly ran away from home and said that he was going to Shaolin Temple to learn kung fu. The family has a large population, and it doesn't matter if there is one more son or one less son, and I didn't bother to look for it. After waiting for two years, Long Mingfei actually came back from Shaolin Temple by himself, and he really learned some kung fu, but he was all wild. Later, he struggled to find a master in the town to learn boxing under him, and it was very stoppable for a few years.

But boxing can't last a lifetime, so Long Mingfei's parents sent him to a car repair shop as an apprentice, and Long Mingfei had close contact with motorcycles for the first time, and since then he has been out of control.

Some of the fifty-year-olds in S Town have grandchildren, and they drink tea every day and go to the park with their little grandchildren; But Long Mingfei is also nearly half a hundred people, but he lives a wanton and chic life, shaves the most fashionable hairstyle, wears jingling clothes, and often races with a group of young people on the unmanned highway in the suburbs in the middle of the night.

Huang Mingyue really couldn't figure out how such a passionate Long Mingfei fell in love with Shen Yunfang, who was as calm as water. As the saying goes, fire and water are incompatible, but Long Mingfei's infatuation has been infatuated for fifteen years.

"Uncle Long, what kind of illness does my mother have?" Huang Mingyue asked again.

Long Mingfei put a very stylish helmet on his head, blocking the expression on his face into the brown glass. He stepped onto the motorcycle, patted the back seat, and said, "Put on your helmet and come up, sit tight and hold on!" ”

Huang Mingyue suddenly had an ominous premonition, if it was an ordinary illness, Long Mingfei would not be so secretive.

She forced herself to compose, put on her helmet, and stepped onto the motorcycle with her legs outstretched.

The motorcycle leaned forward, and Long Ming was almost lying on it, and his upper body was almost parallel to the motorcycle.

Huang Mingyue clamped her legs and grabbed the hem of Long Mingfei's leather jacket.

"Boom-" The Harley-Davidson roared away.

Huang Mingyue heard the December wind crackling on the glass of the helmet, and rushed to drill into her collar, and the whole person instantly felt cold inside and out.

"Is it cold?" Long Mingfei's voice was blown apart by the wind.

"Huh?" Huang Mingyue didn't hear clearly.

"Did I say you're cold?" Long Mingfei amplified his voice, overshadowing the roar of the motorcycle.

Huang Mingyue roared: "It's not cold, it's not cold!" ”

"Okay, you hurry up, I'll drive faster!"

Huang Mingyue used all her strength: "Okay-" The wind dragged her tail note long, and this sound seemed to have exhausted all her strength, and Huang Mingyue suddenly felt a sense of confusion and helplessness in her heart.

Long Mingfei drove the motorcycle fast, and the scenery on both sides of the road quickly retreated.

Huang Mingyue's helmet was full of mist, and the whole world was made up of countless shadowy spots of light to her. The world was so unkind to her, she was like a person on the verge of death due to hunger, who was given a bowl of rice, mixed with countless fish bones, small stones, broken glass, she didn't know what she would encounter when she bit into it. Even if the mouth and stomach were injured and bloody, in order to struggle to survive, Huang Mingyue could only swallow the bowl of rice with blood and tears.

Only by being alive can there be infinite possibilities!

Five minutes later, Long Mingfei parked his motorcycle in the parking lot of the town's central hospital.

Huang Mingyue got out of the car, only to find that the hands that grabbed the hem of Long Mingfei's leather jacket were a little swollen because they were too hard.

Long Mingfei took off his helmet and took advantage of the situation to cut his hair.

"Let's go!"

Huang Mingyue looked at the brightly lit inpatient building of the town center hospital, and her heart suddenly felt a little weak, and the muscles in her thighs were a little weak because of the relaxation after tension.

She was afraid of hospitals.

In her previous life, she saw Huang Mingchuan's mutilated corpse after the car accident in the hospital morgue, and watched helplessly as Shen Yunfang's lamp went out in the ward full of pungent disinfectant water, and she died depressed in the stubborn of regret and hatred in the suburban hospital.

Even, waking up in the senior ward of a private hospital in this life, Huang Mingyue's painstakingly planned life is like a parabola that has taken an unpredictable turn at its highest position.

"Uncle Long......"

Long Ming flew back, the light in the inpatient building hit the side of his face, and there were dense white hairs on his shortly shaved sideburns: "Mingyue, what's wrong with you?" ”

Huang Mingyue licked her dry lips and asked again, "My mother, ...... she You okay? ”

Long Mingfei's eyes quickly flashed with a trace of pity and unbearability, this time he didn't run away from this question again, and smiled reluctantly: "Teacher Shen's situation is not very good. ”

"What disease?"

"This ...... Ask the doctor when the time comes! Long Mingfei really felt that it was difficult to speak, those two words were like a thousand pounds pressing heavily on his tongue, making him dare not say it easily. Long Mingfei sometimes deceived himself into thinking that if he didn't say it, Teacher Shen might not get that kind of disease. Such a good woman, so strong, but so hard.

"Tell me!" Huang Mingyue stubbornly grabbed Long Mingfei's arm, "Uncle Long, tell me!" She tried to keep her eyes wide from tears.

Long Mingfei lowered his head and looked at Huang Mingyue's hand that didn't know if it was cold or nervous and pale to transparent, and suddenly he couldn't help but feel distressed in his heart. He felt that those two words were too cruel for the young girl, and he would rather let her know them later.

"Didn't he tell you?"

"Him?" Huang Mingyue asked blankly, and immediately realized that Long Mingfei was talking about Huang Yiqing.

"Chairman of the Huang Group." Long Mingfei's face was full of mockery.

Huang Mingyue couldn't believe it: "He also knows? ”

Long Mingfei nodded heavily.

Huang Mingyue took a deep breath and tentatively tried almost innocently: "I don't think it will be a terminal illness, right?" (To be continued.) )