2018, the first weekend after Christmas. On the Harbour Circuit in Central, Hong Kong City, a high-pitched roar of V8 engines broke the silence of dawn, and a Mercedes-Benz C-Class and a BMW M3 modified race car sped past one after the other. The two cars rushed through every corner with the precision of a computer's calculations, the afterimage of the taillights flashed like a ghost's eye, piercing the faintly lit night sky, and the harsh "zizzle" sound of the tires rubbing against the track tugged at everyone's nervous nerves.

In an angled corner, accompanied by the roar of the engine at the limit revs, the M3 suddenly cuts into the inner line at incredible speed and at an extremely precise angle, parallel to the C63. With the cars in a stalemate, the C63 had to give up its position, and the M3 once again overtook it.

The team agents and drivers in the stands exclaimed and looked at each other. In today's pure speed competition without squeezing, colliding and suppressing tactics, this mysterious man has overtaken the car in front of him for the fourth time. They were very curious about what kind of training the person sitting in the M3 car had gone through to be able to surpass it again and again in today's race.

Han Long and Zhao Erhu, who were standing next to the track, looked at each other and smiled, they both knew very well that he was sitting in M3 and didn't regard this as a contest or a competition at all. Extreme speed driving is just a way for him to relieve stress, comfort his soul and release his inner depression after years of mission.

At this time, he didn't want to win against anyone, but he was venting his dissatisfaction with fate. It's just that in this kind of venting, he prefers to be alone.

Yang Fan held the steering wheel tightly, constantly correcting the dynamics of the body, his eyes were fixed on the track in front of him, and his sharp gaze seemed to swallow up the distance in front of him in one go, but his weather-beaten face did not fluctuate in the slightest.

How many tribulations does a person have to go through to behave calmly under the strong G-value pressure brought by the car rushing out of the corner, the scene that flashes in front of him at great speed seems to have nothing to do with him in the seat. The looming scar on his brow bone suggests that he has had more than one brush with death, and that facing danger and death has become something he has been accustomed to for many years.

Perhaps, this level of stimulation could not stir up any waves in his heart.

Yang Fan is used to adventure, excitement, and conquering one goal after another. Fate would make him such a person, and he was able to accept it all calmly. Two kilometres and 10 corners were his immediate targets.

Skillful handling, precise judgment and almost acrobatic driving skills keep his lap times constantly being refreshed. By lap 5, his speed was infinitely close to that of another driver on the track, a professional driver.

At the end of the test drive, Yang Fan continued to drive for a distance after crossing the finish line, stopping the brakes next to Han Long and Zhao Erhu. He took off his helmet, put it aside, sank his head on the steering wheel, and did not get out of the car in a hurry.

Team agent Cheng Yue rushed over with excitement. He stood next to the car and looked a little overwhelmed when he saw Yang Fan's state at the moment. He didn't know if Yang Fan's mood at the moment was as excited as himself, or if he just wanted to take a break for a while. In short, Cheng Yue felt that it was better not to disturb him.

Only Han Long and Zhao Erhu knew that Yang Fan was stuck in the memories of the past again. Transformed into that chilling blue ghost, reminiscing about all the joys, pains, and helplessness of the past few years. They didn't bother him, because everyone had the same memories. And they are all very clear, unless they want to come out, no one can change him, even if it affects him in the slightest.

After a while, Yang Fan slowly raised his head. The sun had climbed out of the horizon, and a beam of light shone on his face, as if to open the knot that had been laid down in the depths of his heart.

Over the years, he has been in charge of his own destiny, and he has paid a lot for it. Today, he suddenly understands that life is like a race car, and all we can do is to conquer every corner faster in exchange for our life's efforts, but we are always galloping in the circle designed by others. Holding the steering wheel is not the same as controlling your life, because when you think you have exhausted your energy and finally decided where you want to go, you have long forgotten where you wanted to go.

Destiny is far stronger than we think. We have paid a price that we may not be able to afford to change our fate, in exchange for only seeing what we should not see in our fate, those things that once seen through, will make our otherwise passable life into ruins. Those who vainly seek freedom and control of destiny are sad, because pursuit is attachment, attachment will not be free, control is demand, and if you ask for fate, you will also be enslaved by fate.

In fact, those who know what they are living for from the beginning are happy, even if they may have a difficult life, but they are moving towards their goals every day, and they will always reap the satisfaction they want in the process. More people don't know what they want at all, they go further and further in the wrong pursuit, and in the end they can only admit in a vague way that what they are pursuing is what they wanted in the first place, and this kind of person can be considered happy, at least in their own world. And there are also people who struggle hard for what they think is the right goal, only to find that it is not what they want, and what they really want has been abandoned by them as a price they have to pay, this kind of person is miserable. In anyone's eyes.

Yang Fan is the last kind of person. But he was strong enough, so strong that fate had to compromise with him, and he had to arrange for someone who would not abandon him no matter what, as he struggled and gave everything.

Yang Fan couldn't help but sigh that if the time could go back to seven years ago, he might choose his own path again. He would rather give up what he had now and try to live another life, the kind of life that everyone would live, even if it wasn't as free as he imagined. He really wanted to see what his other self looked like in different aspects of life, and maybe that was the real self.

But now, the only thing he can do is to live his present self well and cherish these relatives who fate arranged for him to never abandon him.

Yang Fan took a deep breath, pushed the car door, stepped out of the car, waved at the two people who had been standing on the side of the track, and said with a smile: "Han Long, Huzi, let's go." It's Sunday and she shouldn't be at work. ”

The two looked at each other and smiled knowingly, and Han Long said in a low voice: "Hey, he finally figured it out, and finally made up his mind to start a new life."

Zhao Erhu smiled slightly, put his hand on Han Long's shoulder, and the two quickly followed Yang Fan and walked towards the exit together.

Cheng Yue, the team agent, took a few steps forward and shouted, "Mr. Yang Fan, you don't have to make a decision in a hurry!" Feel free to contact me if you figure it out! ”

Yang Fan just waved his hand with his back to him, and did not look back, and the three of them quickly disappeared into the safe passage.