It has been said that four wheels carry life, and two wheels carry the soul - the wind

One

His car is called Fenghua, a black Suzuki heavy motorcycle.

The first time he sat on it, he was only eight years old, his father was in a car accident, his mother left him behind, and there was only a gray-haired grandmother at home.

That night, he went out to look for his mother, got lost, squatted on the road and cried, the cold wind blew through his collar, and the weather in November was terrifyingly cold.

The girl who looked cool, she rode Fenghua, stopped in front of him, tilted her head to look at him, and said with a smile: "Hey, little radish head, do you want me to take you home?" ”

Come home, he didn't have a home not long ago.

He looked at the black locomotive, in the moonlight, glowing with cold light, hard and arrogant, in a daze, he sat down, put his arms around the girl's waist, and did not dare to speak.

The car was so fast, he felt as if he was flying in the wind, and the scenery around him was rapidly receding, and there was a feeling that time had flown by, and at that moment, he felt that there were no worries left.

It's called Fenghua and it's her companion.

Two

When he saw Fenghua for the second time, he was already seventeen years old, and he came to the second-hand car market with the money he had saved for three years.

Grandma passed away three years ago, and now, he wants to find a partner.

The girl stood next to Fenghua, not wearing that motorcycle suit, black jeans, black jeans, much thinner, and her face was a little frighteningly white.

"Hello, I want to buy Fenghua, is that okay?" He walked over and looked at the locomotive that he hadn't seen for nine years, his eyes filled with a layer of water, and through the tears, he seemed to see the child crouching on the side of the road crying.

The girl looked at him, covered her mouth and coughed several times, a little out of breath, her face flushed, and her eyes lit up: "Do you know Fenghua?" ”

He nodded.

In the end, he didn't buy Fenghua either, and the girl transferred Fenghua to him.

"You must treat it well...... the girl touched the beautiful black body, her eyes were slightly red, and she choked up.

He understands that from now on, Fenghua is his partner, a partner with whom he gets along day and night.

Three

"I'd like to do it again, okay?" The girl looked at him with pleading in her eyes.

After that time, he often came to see her, and she had cancer and was hopeless.

He thought for a moment and looked at the black locomotive, the exhaust pipe was shining with reflected light, and it also wanted to say a final goodbye, right?

"Okay." He carried the girl into the car, but she was too weak to drive, so he sat up with his legs up and took the man in his arms.

After riding for a long time, the girl couldn't cry on the bike, and gradually, the hand holding the handlebar softened and fell silent.

Old friend, I'm sorry this time, I'll go first, I'm sure this little boy will take care of you.

He had no sorrow or joy, buried the girl, and when he left the cemetery, he looked at Fenghua waiting outside, and suddenly smiled.

Four

In the busy world, he is out of place, and only the moment he rides on Fenghua and bends over, he feels real.

It seems that the past years are all illusory, no matter how many years, only Fenghua has always accompanied him.

Spring goes to autumn, summer and winter frost, it takes him all the way.

Later, he also met a young girl, seven or eight years old, crying so badly that he stopped the car inexplicably, tilted his head to look at her, and smiled: "Hey, little radish head, do you want me to take you home?" ”。

Some people say that four wheels carry life, and two wheels carry souls, and if you think about it, maybe so.