qing kuang / reckless / 轻狂

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The phone vibrated for the second time while singing on the back waist.

Huo Ran glanced forward. The long slope was still about fifty meters away. He ignored his mobile phone and rode up to the top of the slope amid the trembling singing.

"We are different! We are different!"

"We are different! We are different!"

"We are not one..."

"Fuck | Your uncle," Huo Ran backhanded several times on the back of his waist and couldn't take out his phone. He grabbed his pocket and took out his phone. On the fourth time, we sang differently. I picked up the phone before, "Did you fucking change the ringtone of my phone!"

"...Did you look at the caller's name when you answered the phone? Or did you not store my number at all?" Jiang Lei's voice came from the receiver.

"Your mother chopped you into meat sauce, and I know who you are." Huo Ran said.

"Then you fucking say I'll change your ringtone!" Jiang Lei shouted, "We met twice in one summer vacation! The last time we met was half a month ago. Are you a person? I'll change your ringtone!"

"Who changed it!" Huo Ran frowned unhappily.

"Where do I know where to go!" Jiang Lei was also very upset, paused and asked again, "What?"

"The sentence you sing every day has no more words." Huo Ran said.

Jiang Lei immediately said, "We are different—different..."

"It's nothing, I hung up the phone." Huo Ran interrupted him, "I'm halfway through."

"Riding again?" Jiang Lei asked, "Didn't you ride the day before yesterday?"

"From the day before yesterday to now, idiot," Huo Ran glanced back, and before he saw anyone else, he saw a flag poked at the back of his car. He didn't know who designed it. It was written in yellow on a green background. With the words "Elite Riding", he sighed, "I still carry the flag today."

"First? Which cycling club is your opponent?" Jiang Lei asked.

"Breaking the world," Huo Ran felt ashamed to say it when he said the name, "I'm the number one right now, but they have a 14-year-old girl special..."

Without saying a word, the 14-year-old girl turned from the winding mountain road about 500 meters away from him, waved at him from a distance, and whistled.

"Fuck," Huo Ran folded the phone and quickly tied his waist bag back to his waist, "I have to go, this kid hangs up."

"Hey, I haven't said anything yet!" Jiang Lei became anxious.

"I'll call you back." Huo Ran didn't wait for him to speak again, hung up the phone, put the phone back in his pocket, kicked his right leg, and the car rushed forward.

There is a downhill ahead, and the little girl has not finished the long slope, so it is impossible to catch up with him.

But he still decided to leave immediately. It was the first time he had been chased by a child like this, and he could still whistle now.

Devil.

"Hang up?" Xu Zhifan asked.

"Ah, he said to call me back." Jiang Lei looked at his phone.

"Then what's the point of you making a phone call and talking for three minutes?" Xu Zhifan said.

Jiang Lei pondered.

"I'll call you next time," Xu Zhifan looked at Jiang Lei, "You're the kind of corpse that was shot at seven o'clock and died at eight o'clock in the end without revealing who the murderer was."