Rebirth 1990: The beginning is sweet and cool Bai Yueguang

The rearview mirror of the opposite motorcycle accurately refracted the strong light back, and combined with the unique hernia headlights of Zhou Qi's motorcycle, it instantly made everything in front of his eyes white.

"Son of a bitch!"

Zhu Xiang pounded the steering wheel and responded with the Jeep's high beams on.

But the motorcycle drifted left and right in the light curtain like a ghost, and the rearview mirror kept reflecting the dazzling light into the cab.

Amid the buzzing sound of the metal throttle being turned to the bottom, Zhou Qi's motorcycle almost passed by the jeep.

Zhu Xiang slammed on the brakes in panic, but the eight-ton army green iron shell was like a wild horse that had broken free from its reins, crashing into a locust tree as thick as a bowl on the side of the road.

Amid the crisp sound of mossy tree trunks breaking in half, the jeep continued to rush through the reed marshes by the lake, and finally half of the front of the car was hanging outside the ten-meter-high embankment of Luoma Lake.

In the white mist rising from under the steam hood, Zhou Qi looked at the jeep with its front end smashed into pieces swaying in the night wind.

He spat at the cab, and as he turned around the motorcycle's taillights cast a scarlet arc across the mud.

"Dad, I want to take another flight!"

My daughter's excited shout came from the alley.

Zhou Qi supported himself on one leg, bent his left leg to form a safety guardrail, and pulled his wife and daughter onto the seat.

Nuonuo hugged his father's neck and giggled. The motorcycle carrying the three of them disappeared at the end of the alley, leaving only the lingering sound of the exhaust pipe trembling in the moonlight.

"Go home quickly, you can finally sleep well tonight."

The motorcyclist stepped on the accelerator hard, and the Yamaha 250 motorcycle roared towards the city.

At this moment, on the deck of the sand ship, Li Shan and several gang leaders were lying on the ground groaning.

The leader of the gang had obviously broken his leg, and he would not be able to work in the fields for three to five months. The autumn harvest for these farmers was completely ruined this year. Not only could they not help their families harvest rice and wheat, but they also had to burden their families with taking care of the injured.

"Where did you, a bunch of peasants, get this car?"

Shaolin Temple kicked Li Shan's injured leg with his toes: "I still don't have four wheels, and you guys got a car first? It's really bad luck!"

"Brother, that broken Changhe has been passed on eight times, it's not worth much..."

"Bullshit! An eight-handed car is still a car!"

Shaolin Temple was so angry that he slapped his thigh and said, "I have been in the underworld for so many years and I still don't have a car, but you guys drove one first! Keep on beating me! Beat me until I feel relieved!"

Just as the thugs were about to attack, Li Shan, whose face was covered in blood, wailed, "Stop hitting me! How can a farmer like me afford a car?"

"Stop talking nonsense! Where did the car come from?"

"Stolen...stolen! Our village is in a no-man's land, and I stole this broken car..."

"Have you made it? You can't even learn how to farm, and you're learning how to steal cars?"

Shaolin Temple spat on the ground: "Do you have a license plate?"

"Why do cars in the countryside need license plates? The police won't even bother to check..."

"I'm confiscating this broken car!"

Shaolin Temple took out the car key and weighed it in his hand: "It's a good opportunity to practice with this piece of iron. I'll get a new one when I'm familiar with driving it."

"Brother, it's okay for you to drive away."

Li Shan bravely said, "But since the brothers are injured like this, we should at least give them some medical expenses, right? All the farm work at home has been delayed..."

"Let me die of starvation!"

Shaolin Temple turned around and left: "I'll teach you a lesson! This is called stealing a chicken but losing the rice, losing the lady and the army! Understand?"

Half an hour after the group of people walked away, Li Shan and his companions dared to stick their heads out of the cabin.

This was a huge loss for him - not only was he beaten up, but he also lost the stolen car he had just bought.

What’s even worse is that if this matter gets out, Xingmin Village will never be able to hold its head up high in this area.

A convoy of seven or eight motor vehicles sped along the shore of Lake Loma. Behind the two heavy trucks in the lead was a van that was about to fall apart, and at the end were a few motorcycles with their exhaust pipes roaring.

About a hundred people were running towards the city in the night. Strange shouts and whistles were heard from the truck from time to time. The group was discussing where to have fun tonight.

The leader of the team, Shaolin Temple, suddenly slammed on the brakes, and the front wheel of the motorcycle left a black mark on the asphalt road.

Twenty meters away, a military green jeep was slanted at the edge of the roadbed, with half of its front end hanging above the lake.

"Come and give me a hand!" he shouted at the top of his voice, and several motorcycles behind him turned on their dazzling headlights.

When they saw the red lettering on a white background, the crowd was in an uproar: "Is this soldier driving a bumper car?"

"The hood is flying off and there's still steam coming out of it. I'm afraid it's going to explode!"

Shaolin Temple stroked his chin and looked at the almost scrapped military vehicle, calculating in his mind - he had just dealt with Li Shan's gang of troublemakers during the day, and now saving a soldier would be a good way to restore his reputation.

At this time, Zhu Xiang in the car was sweating coldly on his back. He had recognized from the telescope that this was Zhou Qi's men.

If my identity is discovered, not only will my car sink in the lake, I will probably end up being fed to the fish.

Seeing a dozen dark figures surrounding him, he shouted at the top of his voice: "Thank you folks for your help! The military and the people are so close!"

"Brother Soldier, your driving skills are quite unique!"

The young man with dyed yellow hair leaned on the car window with a weird look on his face.

Zhu Xiang rested his head against the steering wheel and made up a story: "I've been driving long distances for three consecutive days, and I just took a nap..."

Before he finished speaking, seven or eight hemp ropes had been thrown onto the frame.

A hundred or so people pulled the rope and shouted slogans, dragging the two-ton iron lump back to the road.

Zhu Xiang jumped out of the car and handed out cigarettes to everyone: "The car can still move, I can clean it up myself, so as not to delay everyone's work."

He wanted to get into the driver's seat immediately - the sound of Zhou Qi's motorcycle was coming closer and closer in the distance.

……

Forty miles away at Zhou's house, the motorcycle dashboard just jumped to 28 minutes.

Zhou Qi took off his helmet and walked into the yard. The taillights of his car dragged a scarlet light band on the stone road.

"I'm sorry, I came back in a hurry so I just fried some pork slices with green garlic."

Zhou Qi pointed at the only dish on the table and glanced towards the kitchen as he spoke: "Let's save the fish for tomorrow. You two can just make do with this for now."

Nuonuo was curled up in a rattan chair and sleeping soundly.

Lin Ruixue's hands, which were clutching the corner of her daughter's clothes, were still shaking, so she couldn't eat. She picked up the child and ran into the inner room. When the door clicked and locked, she dared to shed tears of fear.

The hot water from the shower washed away the bloody memories.

Lin Ruixue rubbed her red skin, recalling the terrifying moment in the dock warehouse half an hour ago.

If Zhou Qi had not broken into the dark sand-dredging ship alone, Li Xiang and his gang's dirty hands would have torn her clothes off.

All the gossip I endured over the years in order to maintain my innocence was almost in vain.

Through the sound of water, she heard the sound of a wine bottle falling outside.

The man was now dozing off on the faded paint-covered round table with bruises all over his body.

Lin Ruixue bit her lip and took out the items from the bottom of the box: glass bottles of vanishing cream and tin boxes of lipstick, all of which were rare items that Zhou Qi brought back from the provincial capital years ago.

When Zhou Qi came out wrapped in a translucent dacron shirt, his snoring made the window frame buzz.

"Don't touch my wife..."

The man suddenly slammed his fist on the table, knocking over the enamelware pot: "Whoever touches her... I will chop off your paws and feed them to the dogs!"

Lin Ruixue felt a lump in her throat, and she used some skill to carry the man onto the bed.