little master

27.

Boys of this age have a preference for motorcycles. I borrowed a friend’s bike that day. After he rode it, he was completely reluctant to get off it.

I was worried about whether he would ride it, but after seeing that he was very skilled in riding it, and he could go for a ride without any scruples with me, I was relieved.He must have had a lot of experience before. After all, he is a child from that kind of family and has never played anything.

But experience is experience, and a tiger is a real tiger.

I sat in the back and trembled all the way, for fear that he would be thrown out if he didn't pay attention.

Fortunately, his skills are good, more than enough compared to mine. After a few laps, both of them arrived home in full.

There is a joy of surviving after a catastrophe.

The roar stopped in front of the house, I got out of the car first, and watched him sit on it and take off his helmet, with a reluctant expression on his face.

My brain twitched and I asked, "Didn't you ride enough?"

The young master nodded honestly.

I waved my hand: "Why don't you ride for a few more laps?"

"it is good!"

Before he finished speaking, he put on his helmet with lightning speed, kicked his feet, and rushed out.

I was left alone in the same place, and I was blown all over my face by the wind brought by the car when it started.

Alone, weak, and helpless.

Need the warm embrace of the young master.

After 10 minutes, he hadn't come back, and my mood suddenly changed.

Why should I say such a word?

If he goes out alone, what if there is any danger?

And why is he moving so fast?Without a glance, even a shadow is gone.

Where has he gone?

When are you coming back?

……

Countless questions filled my brain, and my emotions gradually became restless. Some inexplicable thoughts spit out bit by bit, and finally condensed into a depression.

I started to worry, and I started to regret.

How can I let him go alone?

At least stay in the backseat with your arms around him.

Let him out of my sight, how can I protect him?

Turning around a few times, my uneasiness gradually increased. I stuffed a cigarette into my mouth with trembling hands, and shook the lighter, but failed to light it.

He doesn't like other people smoking. When I was not familiar with him, I hid at the door and smoked. I just took a puff, held the cigarette in my hand, and was extinguished by his glass of water. He also told me that if he saw me smoking again, Just pack up your things and get out.

He hated the smell of cigarettes, secondly because it was harmful to health, and the main reason was because the smell reminded him of his father.This is what I learned later.

Since then, I have never smoked in front of him again.Occasionally, I smoke one with my friends in the company, and I have to wait until the smell dissipates before appearing in front of him.

I'm not afraid that he will drive me away, I'm just afraid that he will hate me.

But at this juncture, I don't know where he is, I can't guarantee his safety, and I don't even know when he will come back. All these unknowns make me feel extremely anxious, and the alcohol I consumed before has amplified some thoughts , causing me to desperately need something to ease my mood.

With the cigarette in my mouth, I stood at the vent, trying to let the oncoming wind blow me down.

After trying for a long time, I calmed down...Damn it, I threw the cigarette into the trash can next to it, turned and went to the garage.

All I could think of was that I had to go find him.

As a result, before I could get there, a roar sounded from far to near, and finally stopped not far behind me.

"I'm back!" The young master's voice followed.

I stopped, took a deep breath, turned around and ran like crazy.