Qin Fang couldn't take his eyes off his eyes, he asked Xing Yan: "What is this?"
Xing Yan patted the car seat and said, "Biandou motorcycles, you call them 'Kazi' in the north."
Qin Fang asked, "Shall we go on it?"
Xing Yan nodded.
Qin Fang took a deep breath at that time, feeling that his soul had been bought. Qin Fang had only seen this cold and sharp metal object in front of him when he was a child, or in games.
The moment Xing Yan lifted the cloth, it suddenly came into view, which shocked the visual nerves.
There were eight sidecars and a few motorcycles when they set off. Xing Yan gave Guo Ge all his things, and the two of them left a bag from Qin Fang, which contained water and tissues. Brother Guo didn't drive his little broken bread anymore, he drove a modified jeep, and everything he couldn't fit was in his place.
Such a convoy is very cool, the heavy locomotive convoy travels, and the rumbling sound is half the street.
Xing Yan was dressed in black and black pants, with a white helmet on his head. Qin Fang was sitting next to him in the side bucket. He couldn't speed up in the street. He hadn't put on his helmet yet, so he could see everything clearly. He has never experienced this kind of feeling before. Walking through the street, the wind blows on his face, and he hears the heavy volume in his ears.
Qin Fang raised his voice and called Xing Yan.
Xing Yan turned his head to look at him, Qin Fang smiled and said, "You guys are so handsome."
The helmet covered half of Xing Yan's face, but the transparent mask could see his eyes, and Qin Fang saw the flash of a smile in his eyes. Qin Fang looked up at the sky, the sun was covered by clouds, and there was a beautiful golden border around the clouds.
Everyone gathered at the high-speed exit, and there were more cars than before, and the scene was even more spectacular. Qin Fang was quite surprised: "Can you still get on the highway?"
"Yes." Xing Yan took off his helmet and shook his head.
Qin Fang suddenly remembered that Xing Yan said that he shaves his head every year, probably to wear a helmet. Qin Fang asked him: "How long have you been playing this game?"
"It's been too long." Xing Yan raised his hand to say hello to a person opposite, "When I was not old enough to pass the exam, Brother Wu would take me with me."
"Are you sitting in the bucket?" Qin Fang asked him with a smile.
"Yeah," Xing Yan nodded, "I sat in Fifth Brother's bucket when I was ten years old."
Qin Fang raised his eyebrows: "How did you come into contact with this?"
Xing Yan put the helmet back on his head, but before buttoning up the mask, he said calmly, "My dad likes it."
Some people have already started to leave, Xing Yan said to Qin Fang: "Put it on."
Qin Fang smiled while wearing it and said, "I'm looking forward to it."
"I said you would like it." Xing Yan looked at him and said.
Qin placed behind the helmet and asked, "Will you be addicted?"
Xing Yan affirmed: "Addicted."
When passing through the gate, Xingyan's mask hadn't been put on yet, so he turned his head and said to Qin Fang, "It's time to get on the highway."
Qin Fang said, "I know."
Xing Yan looked into his eyes and asked calmly: "It will be soon. Are you afraid?"
Across the two helmets, Qin Fang suddenly felt that Xing Yan's eyes were sometimes very deceptive. For example, when Xing Yan asked him if he was afraid, those eyes actually made people feel a kind of crazy gentleness.
Crazy and gentle, two irrelevant words, but they exist in Xing Yan's eyes at the same time.
Qin Fang looked directly at him, laughed with a "chi", then raised his hand to cover Xing Yan's mask, and pointed forward with his arms straight forward.
Xing Yan hooked the corners of his lips behind the mask.
The car was speeding at high speed, with the sidecars or motorcycles of the team in front of and behind it, and no sound was harsh through the helmet. In front of you is the scenery passing by, and behind you is everything that has been thrown away. They travel through the cracks of the wind, as if they are about to squeeze into a hole in time and space.
This makes the man's adrenaline surge, and even the goosebumps all over his body are aroused. From the soul to the body, I feel satisfied and refreshed.
Only by "flying" on the road like this can we truly understand why Xing Yan called it "Treading the Wind". The wind is under your feet, and everything is under your feet.
There is no end to time, no end to the road, and there is no end to the boy's youth and running at such a moment.
Resting in the service area at noon, Qin Fang went to the bathroom. When he came out, Xing Yan asked him: "How do you feel?"
"Cool." Qin Fang brushed his hair and smiled showing his white teeth.
Xing Yan pursed his lips and smiled lightly: "Are you afraid?"
Qin Fang shook his head: "Exciting."
It is really exciting, the soul is violently stirred, at least when you are on the road, you are really relaxed and comfortable.
Simply ate something in the service area, rested for a while, refueled, and the team started on the road again.
In the afternoon, the convoy was not so regular, and the speed varied from fast to slow, and the distance gradually opened up. Those who pursue speed can't see the shadows in front, and those who want to stroll slowly walk behind at a constant speed. Xing Yan didn't drive too fast at first, because he was worried about Qin Fang's first time sitting. The cars behind passed up one after another, and a buddy blew a long whistle provocatively when he passed.
The words must be hard to hear, Qin Fang patted Xing Yan's arm, and Xing Yan turned sideways towards him.
Qin Fang pointed forward to the car just now, and quickly threw his hand forward.
Xing Yan immediately understood what he meant, and nodded while wearing a helmet.
So during the afternoon drive, Qin Fang was always excited until the end, and his nerves were extremely excited. He hadn't been so happy for a long, long time, or it was a completely happy experience that he had never had before.
The crocodile can't fly a motorcycle, and it can't compare to the speed of several modified racing cars among them, so it's fine if there is a motorcycle overtaking, but they can't have a crocodile in front of them. When Kuzi came up from behind, Qin Fang signaled Xing Yan to fly over. Later, Xing Yan didn't need him to signal again, but pointed forward first to signal that he wanted to overtake, and Qin Fang gave him a thumbs up.
There is no obstacle for the two to communicate through gestures, and the tacit understanding is beyond the charts.
The road was not over until it was dark. They turned into the ramp and got off the high-speed gate.
The speed was about to slow down in the block, Qin Fang took off his helmet before the car stopped, and whistled. His face was full of excitement, his forehead was still sweaty, his eyes were shining brightly, and he was always smiling.
Xing Yan glanced at him quickly, with a smile in his eyes.
After getting off the expressway, I didn't stop very quickly, and walked for more than half an hour. I must have entered some village. Later Xingyan drove very slowly on Sanlu, basically leading Qin Fang around slowly. He motioned for Qin Fang to put on the helmet, and Qin Fang put it on again, but did not put on the mask. The scenery is beautiful, and everything that comes into view is beautiful.
Qin Fang turned his head to look at Xing Yan beside him, he bent slightly, his back arched in a beautiful arc, like a little leopard bowing.
In Qin Fang's eyes, he and the scenery have become one in a trance.
At last they stopped in a meadow, not far from a low hill.
Xing Yan turned off the fire and took off his helmet. There is also a layer of sweat on his forehead, and his skin is too white. Looking at it like this, it seems that even his eyes are wet, but they are not.
Qin Fang brought him a wet towel from his bag, Xing Yan took it, spread it on his face, and wiped it with his hands.
"Brother Yan worked hard." Qin Fang said with a smile.
After wiping his face, Xing Yan asked him, "Are you happy?"
"Happy." Qin Fang smiled happily and said "Thank you".
Xing Yan glanced at him, stepped down from the car, pulled out the key, and said to Qin Fang, "Take your things and rest here tonight."
This is a small village with not many people. Every time they go out, someone will book the itinerary in advance, contact the accommodation, and they will live in the farmer's house. Xing Yan and the others have been to this place before, not the first time.
Some people brought tents and slept directly on the pasture at night.
Qin Fang doesn't care about these things, he doesn't care who sleeps where he sleeps, as long as he follows Xing Yan.
"The punishment is still so fierce." Everyone gathered together to rest, and someone greeted Xing Yan.
He was the big brother who whistled when overtaking. He liked to joke around. Xing Yan smiled at him and said nothing.
The enthusiastic elder brother also greeted Qin Fang. Qin Fang nodded at him, and he asked Qin Fang: "How do you feel?"
"Very good." Qin Fang said.
"Let him take you on a motorcycle next time," the eldest brother pointed at Xing Yan and smiled, "It's stronger than this one, we can't catch his shadow."
The meal was at a restaurant by the lake. Qin Fang couldn't tell whether the food tasted good or not. His nerves were always tense and excited, and he didn't feel hungry at all, so he let it go after a few mouthfuls.
Xing Yan asked him in a low voice: "Why don't you eat?"
"Not hungry." Qin Fang replied softly.
Xing Yan looked at his face and asked, "Dizzy?"
"No," Qin Fang shook his head, "I'm not feeling sick, I'm just not hungry."
When he said that, Xing Yan was relieved and left him alone. Xing Yan drank some wine with others, and a group of motorcycle players gathered together to talk about these things, Qin Fang really didn't understand.
But that didn't stop him from liking, liking this activity, liking the day they chatted. There are people of all ages in this group, and most of them have known each other for a long time, and they are quite inclusive to new friends. Anyone can talk to anyone, and there is a kind of natural familiarity. This is much more enjoyable than a group of rich second generations chatting about sports cars. The only drawback is that some of them have too strong accents.
Someone asked Qin Fang if he drank, Qin Fang shook his head and smiled: "I can't drink enough, I don't know how to drink."
"Then don't drink," Fifth Brother said, "Just come out and have fun, don't persuade people to drink."
Qin Fang raised his cup at him and took a sip of tea.
Xing Yan didn't drink much, as if he didn't drink at all. After dinner, Xing Yan asked Qin Fang: "I'm going out for a walk, are you going?"
"Go." Qin Fang followed and stood up.
There are many mosquitoes in the mountains, and both of them wore jackets, or the long clothes and trousers they wore during the day. There were so many mosquitoes hitting his face, Qin Fang waved it, and asked casually, "You must be very attractive to mosquitoes, right?"
"It's okay," Xing Yan raised his eyebrows, "Why did I recruit?"
Qin Fang smiled: "You are white."
Xing Yan shook his head: "What logic."
"I heard that white people's blood is sweet." Qin Fang put his hands in his pockets and walked slowly side by side with Xing Yan, "Or are you more conspicuous?"
Xing Yan asked him to joke: "Stop talking."