"Then you have to take care of me more in the future" Emi lowered her head slightly, her eyes fluttered (hehe, this big girl will also have the side of a little woman, it's rare!) "That's certain, we're old classmates, and only we know each other best" I'm really a little excited, and Megumi and I can be regarded as meeting old people in a foreign land. Although Emi and I are not in the same class, we are not far apart. Emi would play with me from time to time, almost every day. Emi is a clever woman who stacks paper or one-dollar bills into a variety of ornaments and toys in a realistic and lifelike shape. She stacked these, others really can't, and her classmates are vying to ask her. However, Emi generally doesn't give others things that she folds with her own hands, as if only her best friend has them. Now Emi is weird, she keeps stacking things for me, as small as hanging on a key to a pirate ship.

Sometimes I wonder if Emi is interesting to me, but when I think about it, I think too much. Emi has always been very proud of who she can afford to look down on, with her personality should be based on studying, she will be admitted to a good university in the future, find a good job after graduation, and then marry a second generation official or a rich second generation or something, anyway, I'm no play. Besides, I can't bear her character, not only is she not gentle but also brutal and domineering, although she is very beautiful, if she is with me, she must quarrel every day (I can't eat grapes and say that grapes are sour, hehe, comfort yourself), but things are not as I think, Emi doesn't know much that I like to play chess and Go, she comes to me with a miniature chess piece whenever she is free, we go down from the classroom to the outside, from the school to my house. I also gave her a key to my house for her to come to my house. Watching some of my brothers play with motorcycles, I was also itching. Originally, I wanted to buy the "Dragon Prince", I borrowed my brother's car and drove it, the front of the car is very high, the handle is high, it is very comfortable for people to sit on, and the waist board can be straight. Original, five forward gears, one neutral. The left foot hangs back and jumps on tiptoe. The left hand clutch and the right hand throttle belt, the speed is okay, the only drawback is that if you take a girl in the back, it is not graceful enough, it is like sitting on a flat bench. I didn't feel aesthetically pleasing, and what I really liked was the CB400, but it was too powerful and not good to be licensed, so I ended up choosing a Honda 125 bike that was close to a road race. Cool and cool red, with fire-breathing paper decal art, it's really my best race car. Cycle gear, simple empty four, more reasonable front and rear points, pedaling, so that the car control is more flexible.

The powerful 125 twin-cylinder four-stroke engine made me instantly speed up to 60 yards, and the most important thing was the streamlined body, the front of the car was very low, and the highest part of the body was the back seat. When I drive, I almost lie on it, if there is a girl in the back, she will definitely stick to me, hehe Huimei's home is much farther away from the current school than my house, and she usually takes the bus to school. Seeing that she was very hard, I offered to take her to school on a motorcycle, and she politely refused at first (she was not close to the boys, and when we walked together at school, we were all separated by a person) and then our relationship became closer and closer, and she agreed.

But Emi never hugged me when she sat in the back of the motorcycle, and even when I played "speed", "tiger jump", and "drift", she just pierced her eardrums and screamed, her hands just clutching my clothes. Usually Emi and I don't talk to each other very often, and she doesn't seem to like that. I tried a few times to take advantage of her, but looking at her indifferent expression, I stopped. Emi is very interested in chess, qin, calligraphy, painting, and Qimen gossip, and there are always one or two novels such as Sanmao and Zhang Ailing in her schoolbag. From another point of view, Emi likes literature more like a talented girl. And I rarely read books, I want to watch the martial arts of Jin Yong and Liang Yusheng. It seems that Emi and I only have common topics in chess, piano, and at most painting (I studied ink and danqing).

It seems that because of this, we seem to be careful when we speak. We both find ways to make each other happy and say topics we like. Maybe we don't realize it ourselves, in fact, we all want to be close, we don't care about other people's eyes, we obviously like each other but we can't say it. On a normal day (twice a week on average) my brothers and I would race in White Horse Park or Sun Yat-sen Cemetery Road. I tentatively invited you to go with me, because drag racing is very dangerous, almost hanging by a thread, and you readily agreed, and you also said, "Yuchen, take me there in the future!" Looking at your trust in me, I can only let my eyes moisten incomprehensibly. Perhaps we didn't expect that the wheel of fate, unconsciously, carried our original bravery, crushed our expectations and future, and crushed the youth intertwined with snowflakes and fallen leaves.

The sky is bright and bright at the age of sixteen, the moon, the stars, the grass, the willows, the flowers, the youth, the romance, the passion, these may come to an abrupt end in a moment...... The motorcycle roared with a strong whirlwind, and my Emi was still holding me in the back seat of the car, quietly chewing and savoring the pleasure that belonged to us. In the Zhongshan Gate Waiwei Gang, I rushed straight down from the steep hill, when the traffic light was about to change, from the garden road rushed to a car that ran the red light, my head was banged, but I didn't even have time to think about it, the motorcycle rushed directly to the car, when the car was about to collide, I swept past the car with an incredible "bend" of millimeters. I thought I had escaped from hell with Emi, I thought I would still be lucky enough to catch happiness When the trajectory of "flight" was forcibly changed, the motorcycle lost control again, and when the car smewed smoke and sparks on the silent road, I had only one thought, hoping that my Emi would hold me tightly and hold me tightly, so that even on the other side of the world, we would not be separated