Meng Yan's Transformation

The three of them reached the top of a small hill.

At the beginning, when Zhan Mengyan was standing on the top of the mountain overlooking the road below, her heart was full of anticipation and nervousness. The downhill road was winding and Zhan Mengyan had not yet adjusted her breathing and was not mentally prepared.

Zhan Mengyan was about to stop Zhan Zixun and Zhang Xincheng from walking up the steep slope, but it was too late.

Zhan Zixun and Zhang Xincheng rode their bicycles down the river, and they seemed to become one with the earth, feeling a sense of ease and joy.

A gust of wind blew, and Zhan Mengyan felt as if she was flying in the sky. The wind whistled past her ears, making her hair fly in disarray.

Zhan Mengyan felt the charm of speed and passion, as if time and space disappeared together. Sitting on the bicycle, Zhan Mengyan became a dancer of the wind and merged into one with nature.

The downhill roads are rolling, and cyclists seem to be traveling through a huge painting.

Zhan Zixun sometimes bent down and lowered his head, sometimes straightened his chest and waist, sometimes swayed from side to side, and sometimes relaxed his whole body. He and the bicycle kept each other stable and steady. At every turn, Zhan Mengyan was nearly thrown off the bicycle.

As the road became more and more pebbled, Zhan Zixun's handlebars shook more and more. The bumps of the bicycle made Zhan Mengyan lose the feeling of enjoying the freedom of speeding, and was accompanied by tension and panic.

Zhan Mengyan held Zhan Zixun's waist tightly with both hands, worried that she would be thrown out.

Suddenly, Zhan Mengyan found a large rock in front of her and her face turned pale with fright.

Zhan Zixun tried to slow down, but the car was going too fast and he was unable to brake.

"Brother Zixun! Stop now! I want to get off!"

Zhan Mengyan screamed in horror.

"I can't stop now. The car is going too fast. Hold on to me! Hold on a little longer!"

While speaking, Muslim Zhan Zixun kept his feet on the front wheel, causing the car body to shake violently.

Zhan Mengyan jumped off the bicycle suddenly, and sparks flew from her knees hitting the ground.

Because Zhan Mengyan jumped down suddenly, she had no time to check her luggage. The strap of her schoolbag got caught on the back seat of the bicycle. The bicycle was going too fast and Zhan Mengyan was dragged for dozens of meters, stirring up a cloud of dust. Her vision was blurred, the smell of sand and dust was pungent, and breathing became difficult, as if she was in a sandstorm...

Zhan Mengyan's eyes were filled with tears, but she tried hard not to cry. She felt her heart was beating so fast that it was about to jump out of her chest.

Zhan Zixun and Zhang Xincheng got out of the car and ran over to check on Zhan Mengyan's injuries.

"Zhan Mengyan, are you going to die? Why did you suddenly jump out of the car? If I wasn't a good driver, I would have fallen down like you. With my small body, I would have been smashed to pieces. You are courting death. Before you die, you want to take me with you? You are so cruel. You scared me half to death just now!"

As Zhan Zixun spoke, his chest heaved with anger.

"Zhan Mengyan, stretch out your arms and kick your legs. How do you feel? Are your bones injured? Squeeze out some blood from the wound, wash away the dirt, and use my handkerchief to wrap your injured palm! It's all our fault for not protecting you well..."

When Zhang Xincheng spoke, his heart was filled with endless pity and heartache. He only hated that he could not be hurt in place of Zhan Mengyan.

Zhan Mengyan pretended to be nonchalant and said stubbornly: "It's okay, it's okay, it's just a scratch, it's nothing, you don't have to make a fuss! Let's go, let's continue on our way..."

While Zhan Mengyan was speaking, she squeezed out the blood from the wound and washed away the mud and sand on the wound. Without waiting for Zhang Xincheng to help, she quickly took Zhang Xincheng's handkerchief, bandaged herself quickly, and then shook her wrist.

"Zhan Zixun, let's switch bikes. This time I'll ride my bike and carry Zhan Mengyan!"

While Zhang Xincheng was speaking, he pushed his bicycle, which was carrying Zhan Mengyan's luggage, to Zhan Zixun.

"You? Zhang Xincheng, forget it. You are so short that your feet can't even reach the ground when you ride a bicycle. Just now, Zhan Mengyan suddenly jumped off the bike. If I hadn't braked suddenly, Zhan Mengyan would have been dragged to death. If it was you riding the bicycle with Zhan Mengyan on your back, I think both of you would have fallen down and become disabled!"