When Na Chen got up, his head was a little heavy. Maybe he had too many dreams this night.﹎Ya>Wen_8w·w·w-.-y`

There is no fixed rule, but every once in a while, there will be a lot of dreams, complicated and complicated. What he dreams of seemingly are things in his memory, but every time he seems to be reading someone else's story.

I don't remember when I wake up.

He lay on the bed, looking at the white fluff on the roof, reached out and pressed a small button at the head of the bed. The roof made a very low motor sound, and the fluff blanket slowly wrinkled and slid towards the corner of the wall.

The dazzling sunlight slowly spilled in from the roof, covering the entire room.

Na Chen closed his eyes and lay in the warm sunlight and stretched.

He spent a week to modify the roof of the car. He cut off the roof, replaced it with a thick double glass, installed the motor, and then pulled the fleece blanket.

When the sun is good, he likes to just lie naked on the bed, sinking into the long fluff to bask in the sun, his whole body is wrapped in warmth, and his whole body can be softened.

There are few lights in the suburbs, and you can see many stars at night. Sometimes he will lie down to see the stars when he can't sleep at night.

There are so many stars, Chenchen, have you seen it? Mom will take you over with you?

After we die together, we can fly over, mom will take you over...

Na Chen frowned.

My mother's voice is always gentle and beautiful, but sometimes it scares him.

He didn't know what would be after this sweet voice.

He dared not move or speak.

Any action will make the mother suddenly explode.

But even so, it is not possible to avoid it.

Why don’t you talk and why don’t you ignore your mother?

Do you hate your mother? Why do you hate your mother?

Na Chen suddenly sat up from the bed, and the fear and despair when his mother was carried and thrown into the river with ice stubble was spreading through his body like water.

He raised his head and stared at the sun, facing the dazzling sunlight, until his eyes began to get astringent by the strong light, and everything in front of him disappeared, leaving only a white patch of golden light. He lowered his head and got out of bed in dizziness.

When he slowly shook to the outer room, he took his cell phone and looked at the time. It was already noon. He pressed his stomach and didn't eat much until yesterday, but probably his stomach hadn't woken up yet, so he didn't feel anything.

After hesitating between beer and milk for a while, Nachen took a can of milk.

While drinking milk, he saw the computer that had not been turned off. He walked over and was stunned for a long time when he was stunned at the dark screen. He reached out and moved his mouse.

The screen lights up, and the dialog box with the dry-fried lentils is still the same as yesterday. He stared at the avatar of the dry-fried lentils. He didn't know if Anh hadn't been online in the past two days, or if he had been online, he didn't reply to him.

There was a photo jumping in the lower right corner, and he clicked on the new message.

The wind blows off your skirt: Lujia Village at 11 o'clock, will it come?

Na Chen tapped his fingers on the table, and the man was thrown into the category of "what annoyed when you look at it". Na Chen didn't know what his name was, but only knew that his nickname was Ghost Cannon.

He lit a cigarette and walked out of the door slowly with the cigarette in his mouth.

The wind is not strong today, and the sun is very bright. The broken iron sheets and parts around it are shining with white light when the sun shines.

He walked to the car parked in the middle of the open space and patted the seat.＿Yawen﹍8w=w`w-.`y`a=w-e`n·8·.=

The car was his 17th birthday gift. He didn't know why his father suddenly gave him such a gift. Maybe when he was delivering the car, his father didn't know that he was not yet old enough to take the driver's license test.

When he drove around the street without a license, his parents never asked.

Standing in front of the car and smoking, Na Chen returned to the house, sat in front of the computer, typing on the keyboard a few times, replied to the ghost cannon with a "OK", then went back to Q and turned off the computer.

Na Chen ate some snacks and then went back to bed, slept in a daze and woke up.

The sun faded after four o'clock in the afternoon. He lay on the bed and half asleep and half awake, watching the darker sky and thick gray clouds.

When he woke up again, it was already dark, and there were no stars and no moon. He looked at the time and it was almost ten o'clock.

There are two hours left, and the 20th birthday is over.

Na Chen smiled, got up, changed his clothes, and rode his bike to leave the parking lot.

Lujia Village is located in the south of the city. A few years ago, when the city was expanded, the land was expropriated and many wide and flat roads were built, but many of them were face-saving projects. The construction was stopped halfway and no one cared about it.

The place where Gui Cannon asked him to go was quite far from Lujia Village, but this area was very desolate, and Lujia Village was a landmark.

This is an unfinished dead end road. The road is very wide, with no street lights, no pedestrians and cars. After a few turns, you will reach the end. At the end is a dry riverbed. The riverbed is quite wide, and it is very deep in this section, with the bottom covered with weeds and rocks of all sizes.

When Nachen's car drove on this road, there were already many people turning in the corner, and there were about a dozen motorcycles. From time to time, the sound of the accelerator roared, and the headlights of the car were on, lighting up the road around.

Seeing Na Chen coming, someone honked the horn and turned the front of a Harley car around, and the headlight hit his face.

Na Chen narrowed his eyes and curled the corners of his mouth, and drove over.

"I thought you weren't here." Someone next to me said.

Na Chen didn't say anything, got out of the car, walked to the headlight that was still lit at him, raised his legs and kicked up, and the heel of the leather boots hit the headlight hard, and the lampshade made a "click" sound, cracking a crack.

"Fuck me!" Ghost Cannon jumped out of the car, stood in front of him with his fingers, stared at him, and the scar on his face jumped twice, "You are looking for death."

"Don't look at me," Na Chen didn't look at him, and slowly tidied up his gloves with his fingers, "I want to play with it, don't play with it."

What else did the ghost cannon want to say? Someone honked the horn: "How to play."

"Whatever." Na Chen said.

The light that had been facing him turned off, Na Chen looked at the ghost cannon cart. There was a pretty girl sitting in the back seat, wearing a short leather skirt and long legs. Na Chen had seen her twice, but he didn't know the name, but he only knew that it took half a year to get the ghost cannon.

The girl smiled at him, with obvious teasing in her smile. She got out of the car and walked to Gui Cannon and leaned against him, staring at Na Chen's face.

"I promised to cross the river last time," Guipao looked at him, "Do you dare?"

The horns of the car next to it sounded, and some people whistled a few times, which spread far away from the empty field.

"Yeah," Na Chen responded, took out a small bag of Wangwang snow cake from his pocket, and slowly tore it apart, took a piece and took a bite, "How much to bet. ＿Yawen﹍8w=w`w-.`y`a=w-e`n·8·.="

"We talk about feelings on Valentine's Day, and we don't make money," Guipao took the remaining snow cake from his hand and put it in his mouth. "I'm going to go over, you can stay with me for three days."

Na Chen glanced at him and said nothing.

"I'll try it too," Gui Pao hugged the girl beside him and smiled so much that the scar on his face became S-shaped. "Don't worry, I'll make you feel so good."

"I'm over." Na Chen stepped into his car.

"Whatever you have, you will get on me even if you have the ability." Ghost Cannon waved his hand.

"I don't have an appetite," Na Chen started the car and raised his chin to the girl who had been staring at him, "I'm here and this girl belongs to me."

The girl immediately raised her eyebrows and flew over with a charming look. The ghost cannon glanced at her: "Will you beg your mom!"

"Do you play?" Na Chen asked.

"Play!"

The group of people next to them suddenly became excited and yelled at the accelerator together.

The ghost cannon said that crossing the river is the winner of two people racing and the car jumps over the riverbed first.

If this is placed on another road, it is no big deal. If you master the speed and balance, you will be almost ready to go through it after playing with an ordinary motorcycle. But the road they are going to run is not straight. There are three bends before reaching the riverbed. The straight line from the last bend to the riverbed is very close, and the car has almost no time to speed up.

If you don’t have enough speed, you can only rush into the riverbed. The depth of the ditch and the stones below are enough for the person who fell down to live in the yard for half a year. Those who fell down might not be able to get up.

Na Chen followed Guidou to drive the car, put on goggles, and zipped the jacket to his head.

There were no people around, and they were waiting at the end of the road. The road was pitch black, only one illuminated by the headlights, looking empty.

Just like his current mood.

The man standing between him and the ghost cannon raised his arms, holding a beer bottle in his hand and twisted the accelerator. The car made a huge roar. Na Chen put the jacket zipper in his mouth and bit it with his teeth, staring at the man's arm.

The man swung his arm down, and the beer bottle shattered on the ground, and the two cars rushed out from his side, one left and one right at the same time.

Within a few seconds, the car that followed them was thrown behind him.

The wind blew very hard, and it passed through Na Chen's face like a knife, with clear pain.

This feels quite refreshing, just like countless little icicles pierce the skin.

The joy of passing through the sharp blade of the wind wall made Na Chen's mood, which had been suppressed for several days, burst out at this moment.

Happy birthday! Xiao Chenchen!

On the first curve, Harley of the Ghost Cannon rubbed him over and passed. Na Chen did not rush to overtake, but followed behind the Ghost Cannon.

Ghost Cannon has the courage to rush forward at any road. Na Chen experienced it when he first drove with Ghost Cannon. This man was average in skills, but he was brave enough. He dared to risk his own overturning and press his front of the car to prevent him from overtaking.

Na Chen is different from the ghost cannon. He is not racing to surpass anyone or suppress anyone. His only pleasure comes from speed, pure speed.

Both ghost cannons were in front of him until they rushed into the third corner. The curve was very fast. The ghost cannon slightly reduced its speed, but Na Chen suddenly twisted the accelerator, almost surpassing him while the ghost cannon was slowing down.

Bombardier's weight of more than 300 kilograms and its slanted front wheel axle allow the car to have higher stability when accelerating in corners.

The reason why Na Chen agreed to the ghost cannon cross the river was that his car had an advantage on the curve.

After rushing out of the curve, Na Chen glanced at the dashboard, and the speed was not enough.

He continued to speed up, rushed towards the river, and counted silently in his heart.

After counting to four, the front wheels rushed out of the road, and then the entire body of the car flew into the air.
To be continued...