An Ning and An Guoming, driving a newly bought truck and holding a detailed map, headed all the way north.

An Guoming sat in the driver's seat, with the unique feel of the new steering wheel under his hands, and the unique smell of the new car between his noses.

This feeling, don't be too cool.

Men, all dream of owning a bicycle.

And now An Guoming can be regarded as a person who owns half a truck.

"Little sister, what are you buying a car for?"

Next to the co-pilot's tranquility, shrugged.

"For the time being, it can only be used to run errands, sell things and pull goods."

"Second brother, if you want to use it to run a sports car, you can drive it, I don't really need it."

An Guoming glanced sideways, and immediately withdrew his gaze, his eyes fixed on the road.

Safety first.

He knew that what An Ning said was true.

"Come to think of it, I can't do it on my own."

"It's too far, it's too risky."

An Ning agrees, there are star thieves in the interstellar world.

"The second brother is right, the bandit industry is one of the oldest professions and has a long history."

An Guoming, who was driving, was amused by An Ning's explanation.

"What, am I not right?"

"Yes, yes, that's right, it's just fun."

An Guoming's words made An Ning agree more.

"I've gotten a lot of compliments like that, and I must have been so humorous."

This time, An Guoming didn't dare to laugh, and bit his lower lip tightly.

He would rather bite blood than laugh, and resolutely not laugh.

"Ahem--ahem-"

"Second brother, are you suffering from any disease? You seem to be coughing up blood. ”

In An Guoming's spare time, he saw An Ning covering his mouth with one hand, and there was worry in his eyes, but he didn't feel too worried, afraid of more infection.

"I'm fine, put your hand down."

An Ning next to him showed a triumphant smile, and wanted to snicker at her, he must be jealous of her humor.

The brother and sister, talking all the way, took turns driving, and after driving for more than five hours, they finally found a place to stop and eat something.

An Guoming, who was nibbling on a piece of dead bread, hammered his chest, took a sip of water, and washed the food down.

"If you really want a sports car, you have to prepare a small stove or something, I can't stand eating this all the time."

An Ning, who was sitting opposite, with bulging cheeks, followed An Guoming's example, beating his chest and swallowing.

"How did this thing sell?"

"It's cheap and anti-hunger, and besides, didn't you buy it?"

An Ning regretfully looked at the half of the bread in his hand and said, "I saw that there were a lot of people in line, and I thought it was delicious." ”

An Ning took another bite with tears, bought it herself, and finished it on her knees.

After the two of them nibbled on a choking loaf of bread, they solved the major life events and got into the car again.

After the truck drove for an hour, the two people in the truck had different ideas.

"Little sister, I don't think this is the right way."

"No, I'll follow the map."

An Ning said with great certainty.

"But I don't feel right, the original road is still very wide, there are a lot of tire prints, and the road here is so narrow, there are basically no traces on the road."

An Ning glanced at the road outside, as if it looked like this.

However, she did drive according to the map.

"Little sister, you map... Glued together. ”

An Guoming took the map that An Ning read.

The map has a whole sheet and a pagination.

The two of them drew a general route on the large map, and then found a small more detailed map and checked it before walking.

An Ning stepped on the brakes and took the two maps that An Guoming had just torn apart, without expression.

"It's okay, let's go back."

An Ning put down the map, and finally said with some embarrassment on his face: "I'm sorry, I didn't find out." ”

"Hehe, what's this, just look at the scenery."

An Ning began to reverse, turn, and make a U-turn.

When it was on, it was dark.

"Second brother, if you follow this way, we won't be able to get to a place to rest."

"Well, it's up to you to be safe."

An Guoming really knows his strength too well, this is black, if he meets someone outside, he can only rely on tranquility.

An Ning held the steering wheel in his hand, and said in a somewhat big tone: "If you really meet the bad guys, the second brother, you will be responsible for being in the car, mastering the steering wheel, they want to beat you, or open the door, you just drive away." ”

"I'm serious, if you don't stay, it will affect my performance."

An Guoming couldn't say anything other than agree.

But in his heart, he hoped that nothing would happen.

Unfortunately, it backfired.

When the two of them drove over a sparsely populated road, a fallen tree trunk in front of them blocked the way.

"Second brother, let's change positions."

After speaking, Anning unbuckled his seat belt, rolled over one after another, and the person went to the back seat.

An Guoming quickly sat in the driver's seat, An Ning held a solid wooden stick in the back seat, weighed it in the palm of his hand, and prepared to get out of the car.

"Have mercy on us."

"Give me some money."

"Please."

On both sides of the road, torches were lit.

There was no expected big man, but a group of old people, children, and some women with babies in their arms, all of whom knelt in front of the truck.

Not only that, but there are several children, lying under the wheels, and their skillful movements make people uncomfortable and angry.

"Little sister, you can't give it."

"I know."

An Guoming was afraid that An Ning would be soft-hearted, but unfortunately An Ning didn't feel this way at all.

"Second brother, I'll go down."

"What are you going to do?"

"Throw them all away, or tie them all up."

An Ning went down with a stick.

The people outside looked at a girl and were overjoyed.

The crying is more real and mournful.

"Help us, give us some money."

"Give me a stutter, the kids haven't eaten in days."

A woman knelt forward with a child in her arms.

An Ning stood in front of the truck, holding a stick in his hand, his voice clear.

"My mother said that when she meets someone who asks for food with a bowl, she will give him a stutter, and if he can't live, he won't come out to ask for food."

"But if you meet someone who asks for money, you won't give it, these are liars."

"The main thing is, we don't have the money."

An Ning took a step forward, and there were still people behind the spiritual power that detected the trees next to him.

"Give you a chance, get out of the way."

An Ning has a fearless posture, which really makes several people start to doubt.

Everyone in the road knows that women, children and the elderly alone are the most unprovoked.

But wealth is in danger, and doing such a thing once is addictive.

These people were really forced to make a living at the beginning.

But once successful, after tasting the sweetness, there is no going back.

An Ning silently counted twenty counts, and since others didn't move, only she moved.

"Every industry needs some real skills."

"You can't go far by being pitiful."

A sentence fell, and An Ning moved.