nice to drive

Using Fengtang's description, He Qing felt like losing half his life these days.

At night, I ran to Jiuyan Bridge for almost a week.

Today, while I was away, other friends didn't stop me, I drank some wine, and now I was squatting drunkenly at the door of the bar, neither vomiting nor making trouble, just squatting like that, cute, staring at the road with floating eyes, staring at the wind The church is furious.

He Qing is clear in her heart, not saying that she regrets it, but that she is uncomfortable. From head to toe, from the inside to the outside, she feels that her current life has been messed up by herself.

It is a typical type of self-defeating after a broken relationship.

He hadn't seen Ying Yujiang for almost a week, the kind that he hadn't seen at all, the kind that deliberately borrowed a friend's car and drove slowly past the gate of Pangu without seeing anyone.

He was even afraid, afraid that Ying and Jiang would not be here, so he took Ying and General's ID number to check the flight, and he had to get a "not found" every day to feel a little relieved.

He Qing doesn't even know if the two of them officially broke up.

Wechat didn’t delete friends, neither did QQ, but Ying and Jiang’s circle of friends hasn’t been updated for a week, and the background is still a picture of Wangjiang’s famous family. No one has sent a message to the other party. Congratulations on such things as sending messages in airplane mode He didn't dare to do it, he was afraid that the circle would keep spinning and loading, and as soon as he opened the Internet, it would really be sent out.

On the night after they separated, He Qing came home after twelve o'clock, and stood at the door of his parents' bedroom for half an hour.

Mother He got up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom. She was startled when she saw her son standing at the door, and asked him what he was doing here. He Qing lowered her eyes and said in a low voice, leaving.

As he wished, the next morning, He Dingli didn't reprimand him about this matter again, the atmosphere at home has always been so weird, He Qing didn't come home all day long, he was so busy during the day, and the nine-eyed Qiao Lan at night Guifang space is crazy.

In the eyes of his parents, he was playing crazy, only Fengtang and his group of friends knew that he was alone in the booth holding a drink in a daze, and once in a while when he got drunk, he would lie on Lanzhou and moan and say, I still have to drive...

Lan Zhou was irritated by his blushing and drunk talk, and yelled back: "What car are you driving? The only car left in your row of small supercars is a Lamborghini Centenario. That car is yours. Just go crazy, can you open it after drinking!"

There was only one car left, and He Qing asked for it.

In Fengtang's words, it was timely distribution. No one bought the McLaren P1 and the Ferrari 812 survived.

Not moving.

Now there are only three cars under the name of He Qing, the Mercedes-Benz G63, the president of Maserati, and the Lamborghini Centenario.

The president of Maserati was also returned to his father by the congratulations, so he parked in the company's garage. He didn't move for two days, and he was almost covered with ashes.

When He Dingli heard the report from the security guard, his eyelids twitched with anger, and he called his son, He Qing, what do you mean?

He Qing is on a business trip over there, and she said that the car has been driven for too long, and she is not interested, so let it go, there will be a day when it can be used again.

Even if this car is his first love car, the first car in his life, but he has too many memories with Ying and Jiang in this car, and it was given to him by his father. He Qing feels uncomfortable when he sees it. The keys wanted to be smashed downstairs.

He was so depressed.

On the fourth night of their separation, He Qing was really drunk. Under the confusing lights of the bar, her chin rested on Fengtang's shoulder, her eyes were wide open, and the stars in her eyes dimmed from the drunkenness.

As if taking a break, He Qing threw a glass of wine on the table and said coldly, "Sell this..."

He took another glass, drank it in one gulp, and said while panting, there is this one.

Fengtang thought he was joking, but when he woke up in the morning, he heard a call from He Qing, asking him if there was any better second-hand car dealer other than Ying and Jiang, and he wanted to hang up the car.

On the seventh day of separation, the congratulatory McLaren P1 was sold.

He sold it himself, and the purchase price was 260 million. The second-hand price was slightly lower than what other car owners listed for sale in the market. It was 700 million, and he sold it.

The buyer is from Shenzhen, and he took a special plane to visit Heqing. After talking for a long time, he said that he wanted a mortgage with a down payment of 800 million, which was considered impossible.

He Qing raised her eyes, her once dark and shiny pupils were now gloomy, without a smile on her face, she said 500 million, the full amount.

The McLaren P400, which has been dropped by 1 million, will not be tempted by those who don't love cars. The people from Shenzhen gritted their teeth, okay, if Mr. He is so straightforward, then the deal will be made.

On the tenth day of separation, He Qing received the money, and when she came out of the Bank of China, she suddenly felt that it was getting dark so fast recently, it was already late June, shouldn't it be getting hotter and hotter.

In the evening, he drove his Lamborghini Centenario to the IFS International Financial Center. Looking at a parking space, he remembered that when he just got the McLaren P1, he parked here and was photographed by many people. Make news...

His father threatened him with the car, and he obeyed his father's wishes, and then sold it himself for the money.

He Dingli also found that he couldn't figure out what his son wanted to do. He knew that such a big car was sold, but he didn't know what He Qing wanted to do with the money.

On the tenth night of their separation, He Qing stayed at Fengtang's house for one night. The two of them squatted in the garden, you sip wine and I sip wine. Well, because he is so energetic and drunk quickly, he feels good.

Fengtang couldn't persuade him, and he didn't know why he only drank that sip of water to congratulate him. The key is this person, or you drove him away, what are you doing here now?

"Has he contacted you yet? Isn't that why he didn't contact you? If you're divided, you'll be divided. Be decisive. Why didn't you see you being so useless when you were fighting..."

For the second time, Fengtang put He Qing on the back of the floor with a soft pillow. He was afraid that he would knock the back of his head. Now He Qing is like a pack of dynamite every day, and he doesn't need to ignite it by himself. Yes, just step on the tail.

The McLaren P1 was sold to Guangdong by He Qing, Feng Tang was naturally uncomfortable, but it was He Qing's car and he had no right to say anything, he just supported He Qing's slightly drooping head, and whispered, Ask him tentatively: "What are you doing for money?"

"I just wanted to..."

He Qing opened his mouth, and there was a sweet and fruity smell of wine in his mouth. He tugged on his short sleeves, wiped his face, and said seriously: "I want to be more independent."

He couldn't help sighing.

want to be independent.

Apart from this reason...

Although he didn't know if Ying and Jiang had that idea, he still wanted to say that he broke up with Ying and Jiang, and it had nothing to do with his father's threat to sell the McLaren P1.

They're all things he's passionate about, but they really can't compare.

Before learning how to drive, He Dingli told He Qing that in this line of work, the car and the person must be integrated, and everything must be considered in many aspects, such as driving feeling, appearance, performance, including the degree of fit between the vehicle and people, and understanding of adaptation. ...

But his correspondence with the general is different from that of the car. The two are not merged into one, but from each other, they see a better self.

Even if this self has temporarily stayed in the past.

Break up No.11 days.

As the night fell, around two or three o'clock in the morning, Ying and Jiang sat in the house of Wangjiang Mingmen and smoked.

He was on the balcony, with cigarette butts all over the ground at his feet, and the whole room was filled with smoke, making him breathless.

These days, he couldn't sleep for a few hours all day long, he was busy going up and down, and went upstairs to the office as soon as he arrived at the Pangu Chariot, and he didn't even go downstairs.

Every time he heard the exclusive sound of sports cars and engines on the airport road extending towards Shuangliu County, he couldn't help being distracted and thinking of congratulations.

Who should be and who will be? For so many years in the Beijing car circle, the sound of each brand of sports car is different. He can tell whether it is a Ferrari or a Lamborghini, let alone He Qing's car, which he often drives .

As soon as he heard something familiar, his ears itch, and he told himself countless times that it was impossible.

During this period of time, Ying and Jiang went through a lot of formalities quickly, contacted friends in Chongqing, hired someone to help with the matter, and made two decisions in total.

Thinking of these two decisions, Ying and Jiang smoked another cigarette, and finally went to the bathroom to take a cold shower, and then went to the room to continue smoking.

A pack of cigarettes was gone, and the lighter stopped burning. The last little flame made his eyes hurt.

It hurt even more than that day when he watched He Qing leave in Tongzi Lin.

It's hot and eye-catching.

Just a few days ago, Ying Xiaoer called from Beijing to ask his brother for his opinion that he would fill out a volunteer application next week.

The younger brother over there was alive and kicking, but Ying and Jiang didn't say a few words. The younger brother could hear that his brother's tone was not right, and asked very cautiously: "Brother, what's the matter, what's the trouble?"

Ying Yujiang took a deep breath and lit another cigarette, the smell from his fingertips diluted the light fragrance in the room.

He told Ying Xiaoer about his separation from He Qing.

The younger brother over there sniffed and held the phone in silence for a long time. He was inexperienced and couldn't say comforting words. After thinking for a while, he still made a major decision and said firmly, "Brother, I still want to study at Sichuan University."

In the past, when his brother broke up with some other family, usually those men and women drove to the school gate to stop him, crying while stopping him, brother, you can help me...

His brother's attitude is definitely not what it is now.

He also knew that congratulations were completely different to his brother, just by his brother's eyes, words, and actions, Ying Xiaoer knew they were serious.

Even if he didn't know it at all, the tattoo on his brother's neck.

At 03:30 in the morning, Ying and General moved the George Patton in the garage of Wangjiang Mingmen, and crossed the Jiuyan Bridge from Binjiang Middle Road near Wangjiang Mingmen.

When the car drove slowly past the intersection of Bar Street, seeing the bustling nightlife here, Ying Yujiang lowered his eyes, his complexion was covered with frost, but his heart had already melted into water.

He couldn't help rippling, thinking, would He Qing be here, with a large group of his friends, carnival, drinking, dancing, and even racing.

Ying Yujiang's car was just parked on the side of the road, and he saw that the boys and girls coming out of the intersection hadn't stopped, they all supported each other, called for a car, drunk like crazy, and suddenly remembered He Qing's drunk appearance...

This George Patton was like a behemoth in the middle of the night, parked on the side of the road for half an hour.

I drove on the second ring viaduct, and ran for more than 40 minutes around the [-] to [-] kilometers of viaduct, driving aimlessly...

After getting off the second ring road, Ying and Jiang will unconsciously open to the south gate.

At four o'clock in the morning, the air in the car was a bit stuffy, and there was a constant roar. Ying and Jiang turned on the radio and FM. It happened that Zhao Lei's "Chengdu" was on the radio at this moment, full of tenderness, and I could hear it. Should and will enter the gods.

He drove through Renmin South Road, took Yulin West Road, and passed a small tavern.

In the car stereo, a deep and deep male voice sang slowly: "It's not just your tenderness that makes me reluctant to part."

The voice was low but not muddy, slow and persistent, reminding him of He Qing being jealous of him.

"That little traffic policeman is pretty, huh?"

"How long will the rest of the road go, I hold your hand..."

Last winter, when the two of them went downstairs to buy supper at night, He Qing warmed his hands, Xiaojun hid his face in the scarf, revealed a pair of eyes and said viciously: "Why don't your hands behave like your hooligans?" Same, what about passion like fire?"

"The green weeping willow in late autumn kisses my forehead..."

He thought of He Qing kissing his forehead when he had a fever.

Should and will reach out and turn the volume up a bit.

"In that rainy little town, I have never forgotten you."

Last winter, he went to the community in front of He Qing's house for the first time. At that time, the whole villa area was raining non-stop. He was sitting in the car, with the windshield wiper in front of him and the seat back behind him. Walking out of the rain with He Qing holding an umbrella...

It feels like there is no way out, nowhere to run.

Ying and Jiang stared at the road in front of them. The lights on both sides of the road were brightly lit, and the vehicles on the road came and went in a hurry, with their lights on and their speed fast.

The look in his eyes became deeper and deeper, and he stepped on the accelerator harder to listen to the male voice on the radio slowly, slowly, singing the next sentence...

"Chengdu, you are the only one I can't take with me."

He raised his eyes and went out of the window. Everywhere he saw in the city was full of congratulations.

He was greedy and uncomfortable, and couldn't stay any longer, let alone part with it.

The hoarse male voice continued to chant, as if to engulf Ying and Jiang in the moonlit night.

At five o'clock in the morning, the summer sun shines early, and the sky is already white.

Ying and Jiang reconfirmed the flight number on their mobile phones, drove onto the overpass, followed the road to the South Railway Station, and went on the road to Shuangliu Airport.

At this point he has more important things to do.

He only carried a bag.

The bag contained the information on the new car that Pangu was about to introduce, cards, and sentence-by-sentence comments that He Qing had written in Wangjiang's famous house before, most of which were written by Ying and Jiang while He Qing was talking.

Later, He Qing fell asleep for some reason, so Ying Yujiang hugged him and wrote, his hands were almost stiff, and he still didn't dare to move.

Ying and Jiang didn't take anything from Wangjiang Mingmen's house, except this bag.

This is something He Qing doesn't know.

What Ying and Jiang didn't know was that when his George Patton stopped at the intersection of Jiuyanqiao Bar Street that night, the congratulations were also at Jiuyanqiao.

Fengtang and Lanzhou were beside him supporting him, holding wet tissues and mineral water in their hands, knowing that He Qing was really drunk today, they were afraid that the young master would spit it out.

The Jiuyan Bridge was too noisy that night, the disco music was still playing, and the people who came to find fun and decompress were twisting their bodies crazily.

He Qing watched the vehicles coming and going on this small street.

There's a Lamborghini, there's a Bentley, there's a Porsche that's dying...

He was squatting at the door of Jiuyanqiao Bar, unconscious but sober, looking for a Mercedes-Benz G.

① ghost fire: angry.

②Second-hand price of McLaren: The second-hand price of this collection-level super sports car is generally much higher than the first-hand price on the market.

(It won't be abused for a long time. Don't worry, everyone, there will always be something to go through between them, okay?)