"What's that nickname?"
"What's your nickname?"
Aunt Thirteen and Liu Qianqian were very interested. The old driver always made people feel an inexplicable sense of security.
So they are all willing to ride in Yang Fan's car and entrust their bodies and lives to him with confidence.
"When I was playing in the water and at the peak of my career, a woman called me 'Little White Dragon in the Waves'. Later, when I started driving a car, some people were amazed and called me 'The God of Driving in Akina Will Be Sorrowful'," said Yang Fan.
"What does 'Little White Dragon in the Waves' mean?" asked Liu Qianqian.
"Stupid, I've already said before that playing in water must be related to water nature. Do I need to explain the water nature of dragons? That year, my childhood sweetheart's hometown was hit by a flood. The water on the road turned into a river, and the reservoir was overflowing, turning into a muddy lake. She was trapped in the mountains, and I turned into a dragon, with bloody rain above my head, and drove straight in..." Yang Fan fell into memories.
"Time is tight, can you just tell me the ending?" Aunt Thirteen interrupted Yang Fan.
Yang Fan said regretfully: "After holding on for a long time, I was eventually washed out by the flood and was unable to save her."
"What happened to her in the end?" Liu Qianqian asked.
Aunt Thirteen also looked at Yang Fan with some concern.
Yang Fan's eyes were devoid of sadness. He said in annoyance, "She is fine. She is sitting in a safe place on the mountain that is out of reach of the storm. She smiled at me as I rushed forward recklessly. After I came back, she laughed at me for gritting my teeth and roaring fiercely. It was so funny."
Thirteenth Aunt rolled her eyes at him and guessed that he was being mysterious again. He had to make a seemingly ordinary matter into something earth-shattering and heart-wrenching.
"What does that Akina car god who is worried about something mean?" Liu Qianqian asked.
Yang Fan's eyes were lost in memories again: "That year I drove up to Akina Mountain with a friend."
Aunt Thirteen interrupted, "Is that friend another childhood sweetheart?"
"No, but he is also a friend of the opposite sex." Yang Fan said, "We stopped the car halfway up the mountain and stood by the car door. The stone path was slanting up the cold mountain, and there were houses where the white clouds were. We stopped the car and sat to enjoy the maple forest in the evening, the frosted leaves were redder than the flowers in February."
“The scenery is really beautiful?”
Aunt Thirteen and Liu Qianqian imagined that it must be a wonderful outdoor travel experience.
I must visit his hometown once in the future. No, I must visit it countless times.
The background of the story should be a mountain in his hometown, right
"The scenery was so beautiful that we were only focused on looking at it and only spoke a few words occasionally..." Yang Fan said.
Why do you only say a few words occasionally
Aunt Thirteen and Liu Qianqian were curious, but they didn't interrupt Yang Fan's story.
"Then a car came speeding from behind. That car was the most famous car in Akina Mountain. The driver was known as the God of Driving in Akina Mountain, and his driving skills were undoubtedly the best in the local area." Yang Fan said, with a hint of disdain in his eyes.
Aunt Thirteen and Liu Qianqian opened their clear big eyes and listened to Yang Fan telling stories.
"But that was before he met me. After he met me, within seconds, this car god flipped over." Yang Fan said, "There's no need to compare. The car flipped over at the bend in front of us. After coming back, the car god of Akina Mountain would sigh to everyone he met, "Who is the peak at the end of Akina?" As soon as he saw Yang God flip over his car. His driving posture was so gifted that there was no one like him before or after..."
"What a mess." Aunt Thirteen suspected that Yang Fan was not serious. She closed the car door and said to Liu Qianqian who was still outside the car: "Qianqian, let's go."
Liu Qianqian was also wondering why she felt a little hot while listening.
So when she heard Aunt Thirteen's words, she was a little hesitant about whether to get in the car immediately.
There was no kissing when we got in the car.
The only way to relieve worries is to drink Du Kang.
Yangfan has the effect of clearing away heat and detoxifying.
"Well, Yang Fan, I... um, sent Aunt Thirteen to the high-speed rail station." Liu Qianqian hesitated.
"Yeah." Yang Fan walked around to the driver's door and opened it.
After the door opened, Liu Qianqian looked at Yang Fan eagerly, and was reluctant to sit in.
Aunt Thirteen was not in a hurry either. Her niece had a good relationship with Yang Fan and dared to be intimate with her boyfriend in front of her.
The niece probably wants to kiss Yang Fan goodbye now, but before she is aroused, Yang Fan is a gentleman, so it is difficult for him to take the initiative.
Yang Fan glanced at Aunt Thirteen.
Aunt Thirteen snorted imperceptibly, got out of the car and said goodbye to her daughter.
This heartless daughter, not to mention being sad about separation, even wanted to set off a string of firecrackers to celebrate the separation.
"Stinky baby!" Aunt Thirteen walked to the passenger door of her car and looked down at her daughter who was sitting in the child safety seat.
Guo Guo, who was watching a cartoon, turned his head with difficulty, looked at Aunt Thirteen nervously, and called out weakly, "Mom."
"Don't worry, I won't stop you from going back to your hometown with Dad." Aunt Thirteen comforted her daughter and looked back out of the corner of her eye.
After seeing the scene she didn't want to see, she curled her lips, lowered her head and turned her daughter's head, which was looking at the car screen again: "Is mom not pretty? Do you dislike mom so much?"
"It looks good, mom, it looks super good!" Guoguo nodded quickly.
"How beautiful is it?" asked Aunt Thirteen.
After thinking for a while, Guo Guo said, "It's prettier than me."
Aunt Thirteen pinched the little girl's cheek and said, "Is that all?"
"My dad said I'm the prettiest in the family. Isn't it okay for me to give me to you?" The little girl felt heartbroken and seemed reluctant.
Aunt Thirteen was absent-minded and looked towards Yang Fan again.
I don’t want to watch it, but I want to watch it.
So angry!
Forget it, forget it. I can’t let the fortune teller’s curse come true for Liu Qianqian because of me.
So when Liu Qianqian got into the driver's seat and Yang Fan came back, Aunt Thirteen said in a commanding tone, "You have to marry Qianqian by the year after next at the latest."
"Uh, why?" Yang Fan asked.
"The year after next, Qianqian will be 23." Aunt Thirteen whispered, "I told you before, I remember that I ignored my parents' objections and ended up like this."
Yang Fan opened the car door, got in, and said to Aunt Thirteen outside the passenger window through Guo Guo: "How can the fortune teller's words..."
Before he could finish, Aunt Thirteen glared at him.
Yang Fan changed his story: "When I was a kid, there was a period of time when I always felt an inexplicable force strangling my neck and it was difficult to breathe. I saw many doctors but it didn't help. Later, I found the most famous local Taoist priest, and it really worked."
Only then did Aunt Thirteen nod with satisfaction.
"The immortal told me that I was wearing the sweater inside out." Yang Fan said again.
Thirteenth Aunt stared at Yang Fan, which made Yang Fan feel uneasy.
Yang Fan had no choice but to continue: "The doctors couldn't see it, but the immortal could. This shows that the immortal is indeed unique, right?"
"That's more like it." Aunt Thirteen said, "Just listen to me. For some things, we'd rather believe it than not believe it."