At the end of September, the weather is already cool, but there are no mountains on the Loess Plain, and the hot air of noon rolls the sand and soil as if to soothe the cheeks of every traveler.

A scarred motorcycle with some oil on the exhaust pipe was carrying the two of them.

"Phew!" A young man in a blue duckbill hat spat at a mouthful of sand on it.

On his motorcycle......

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