Chapter Twenty-Seven: The Cook's Man Is Beautiful

Tian Xiangguo's falling movement stopped in mid-air: "Huh? Are you taking me? ”

Motorcycle?

Motorcycles in this era are as rare as the millions of sports cars in later generations, and he can even borrow a motorcycle and ride it?

Even though there were many doubts in his heart, Tian Xiangguo still chose to believe him unconditionally: "I'll go to my mother now." ”

She was about to run out as she spoke, but Shen Yujing grabbed the collar of her clothes: "Put your headscarf on." ”

Running out in such a cold, I am not afraid of freezing my ears, and I am not in a hurry to do anything at this moment.

Tian Xiangguo turned around and went into the house, put on a thick coat, put on a headscarf and went out, Xia Mei knew about it, wiped her hands without saying a word, and came over to help watch the child.

Shen Yujing turned on the fire of the motorcycle, and when he saw Tian Xiangguo come back and ride in front, Tian Xiangguo was wearing a lot, sitting directly behind him, hugging his waist, and leaning his head on Shen Yujing's army-green coat, which instantly warmed up a lot.

Xia Mei saw her daughter's undisguised movements, and her old face turned red.

She's a ......

I don't know if I'm carrying some people on my back.

Tian Xiangguo waved her hand to Xia Mei: "Mother, then let's go first." ”

Xia Mei looked at the motorcycle and suddenly felt in her heart: "You must pay attention to safety on the road, don't worry about time, focus on safety." ”

She happened to see this kind of car on the road once, the two wheels were running fast, and the sound of rubbing became loud, and it was not safe to look at.

It's not surprising that the four-wheeled car is running fast, and the two wheels are still so fast... Why is it so unsettling?

But now the daughter is in a hurry, so she can only take this kind of car, that is, the son-in-law rides a motorcycle to carry the daughter, otherwise she will not agree to the daughter to take this kind of car.

Shen Yujing nodded to Xia Mei, signaled her to rest assured, lit the fire, hung up a few gears before leaving.

When the motorcycle rode out, there was a buzz, and Xia Mei's heart chuckled.

She wanted to watch for a while, when the cry of children came from the house, and she hurriedly turned and went into the house.

The motorcycle is much faster than the donkey cart, and the fast wind is much colder, Tian Xiangguo hugged Shen Yujing's waist tightly, and the man's broad back helped her block the wind and snow in front.

The road was uneven, and after a few bends on the road, they were all flexibly pressed by Shen Yujing, but fortunately, they arrived at Lao Feng's house in the commune without danger.

Lao Feng's family was busy in the morning, especially jubilant, with bright red thick flowers hanging at the door, and the word "happiness" pasted on the window.

At six o'clock in the morning, a small firecracker was set off, crackling and exploding, provoking the surrounding children to pick up firecracker skins at the door to play, the little girl did not pick up firecracker skins, and the people around the old Feng family asked if there were any balloons to play with today.

The people of the old Feng family were annoyed, so they took out a few red balloons for them, and a few little girls blew balloons on their heads, and many children gathered at the door.

Suddenly, there was a sound of an engine on the road, and the adults saw a motorcycle coming and hurriedly called the child back to the house.

"Come in and don't stand on the road, don't let the car touch."

The children seemed to see a flood beast, and all the hulala ran into the yard, and they were so frightened that they couldn't help but go out and look, and stretched their necks to look outside.

Shen Yujing rode down on a motorcycle, got closer to Lao Feng's house, slowly slowed down, and stopped at the uncle at the door.

He moved his shoulder: "Can you still get off the door?" ”