Afraid of getting angry, just drink me

After finishing their breakfast, the three of them set off for the Guopi Market.

Shabian Village is a beautiful place with beautiful mountains and rivers. The morning sun shines on the green fields, and the waking insects absorb the dew on the petals of wild flowers. The whole countryside is filled with a faint fragrance of green grass.

Wang Luoji walked out of the house, looking at the beautiful and dazzling morning glow in the sky, doubts naturally floated out of his heart:

Why?Why on earth are we going out at 07:30?Is this a department of a company engaging in team building activities?

Maitreya Buddha Xiaoye approached with a smile, "Brother Wang, we are like elementary school students traveling in autumn!"

Wang Laoji: "..." Okay, it turned out that it was not a team building, but an autumn outing.

Jiao Jiao came out with a cloth bag on her shoulders, with a slightly immature face and a plain outfit, she looked a bit like a little expert selling newspapers.

He tossed the car keys in his hand, "Then... I drive?"

"I can drive," Xiaoye said politely, "I will park there."

Hearing Xiaoye's words, Wang Luoji suddenly remembered the fear of being dominated by Chang'an Benben, so he smirked and said, "Forget it, let's take Xiaojiao's car."

The boss's words are the imperial decree, so everyone happily decided: drive Jiao Jiao's car.

Wang Laoji breathed a sigh of relief, finally, finally, he didn't have to stuff himself into that box car!

He looked at the back of Jiao Jiao going to get the car, and showed a gratified smile, but after a few seconds, he felt something was wrong: Didn't Jiao Jiao say last time... that he was going to buy a car?

That is, I haven't bought it yet.

So he drives a...?

When he was puzzled, Jiao Jiao rode a small agricultural electric tricycle and slowly drove towards Wang Laoji.

Hey, the electric tricycle is still a cargo type.

Wang Luoji: "..." Excuse me.

The front of the tricycle is a motorcycle head, and the back is a two-meter-long open frame. The whole body is painted with earthy yellow paint, which is quite typical for agricultural use.

Wang Luoji was stunned.

In order to look handsome, Jiao Jiao also flashed the huge headlights, and the boy proudly curled his mouth, showing off his mount: "Deng thump, thump, thump, thump!"

Xiaoye's eyes glowed blue, "Wow, that's so cool!"

Wang Laoji: "??"...Is there something wrong?

"Beep—beep—" Jiao Jiao honked the horn and waved to them, "Get in the car!"

Wang Laoji's feet were stuck in place, and he had no intention of approaching the car at all.He was dragged over by Xiao Yesheng, and asked in disbelief: "Where to sit? Back... front...?"

"That's right," Jiao Jiao introduced her favorite car to him, "I usually use this car to deliver goods, and I drive it to the farmer's market every day. The iron frame is solid! It's not a problem to transport some small batches of fruit."

Wang Laoji looked at the frame that looked like a big iron plate, and his expression was horrible: "This... Can people sit on it?"

"Yes! There are two small plastic benches on it, you can just sit there," Jiao Jiao said cheerfully, "It's still open."

God damn convertible.

Wang Luoji: "..." I feel a little bit like dying.

One foot tremblingly stepped on the rear frame of the car, he still wanted to struggle again, so he showed a worried look on his face, "Xiaoye weighs more than 200 kilograms, your car has a light front and a heavy rear, and he sits on it If you get on the frame at the back, the front of your car must be tilted up."

Xiaoye flattened her mouth: "It's my fault again, I'm sad."

"Ah...that's right," Jiao Jiao hesitated, the safety issue really cannot be ignored.

The slight hesitation of the other party made Wang Luojipu catch a little hope, and he sighed hypocritically, "So let's change—"

"Substitute someone else to drive," Jiao Jiao said wittily, "Brother Xiaoye sits in the front and drives, shouldn't we just sit in the front?"

Wang Laoji: "..." What I want to say is "change to another car"...

Jiao Jiao pulled out the key and jumped out of the driver's seat, "Brother Xiaoye, can you drive this?"

"Yes, yes, yes," Xiaoye rubbed her little hands, and took the car keys, looking forward to it.

As an all-round life assistant, let alone a tricycle, he can even drive an excavator, and he can help Wang Laoji dig up the right company at any time.

Xiaoye excitedly sat in the front driver's seat, and the car's tires were half flat.

The problem was solved, Jiao Jiao waved his hand, and said with a bright smile: "Brother Xiaoye, you can drive forward fearlessly, just follow the main road and you will be there without turning a corner."

Wang Luoji looked at the sky melancholy.

After dealing with the enemy for a long time, there is still no way out after all. Not every corner of the mountain will have a bright future.

This car seems to be impossible to sit on.

Jiao Jiao jumped onto the rear frame skillfully, "Do you want me to help you? This frame is a bit high."

"No need," Wang Luoji snorted lightly, "I'm not some old man in his [-]s or [-]s."

"No, I'm just afraid that you will fall like last time."

"..."

In the end, for the sake of safety, Wang Luoji still held the boy's hand tightly, and stepped on this terrible vehicle carefully.

——Like a pregnant concubine being helped into a sedan chair.

He and Jiao Jiao each shared a small bench, sitting side by side with their knees bent, like two kindergarten children waiting to share their fruits.

A few bamboo fishing rods were lying crookedly by his feet, and beside him was a plastic bucket that exuded a fishy smell, always attacking his sense of smell.

Like a toad squatting in a cage, Wang Luoji pointed to the smelly bucket and couldn't help asking, "Is this a swill bucket? What did it hold?"

"No, it's for holding fish," Jiao Jiao replied, he was used to the bad smell.

"Tsk," Wang Laoji kicked the bucket away with his foot with a complicated expression.

It's so fishy, ​​those who didn't know it thought it was used to hold broken corpses...

Xiaoye pulled the drake's throat: "Passengers, sit still!"

Jiao Jiao seemed to have poured three barrels of chicken blood: "Okay!"

Wang Luoji has nothing to love in his life, he just wants to seek death: "Hey..."

Xiaoye slammed on the accelerator in front of her, and started this extremely cool tricycle with a "boom, boom, boom" and drove on the embarrassing road ahead.

"Let's go—!" Fatty's high-pitched voice broke through the blue sky, which was full of sunshine and vigorous vitality.

Wang Laoji and Jiao Jiao huddled on the frame behind them, staggering, watching the small village house of the Jiao family getting farther and farther away from them, changing from a house to a box, and then to a black speck.

All the way, the car made a huge roar that woke up creatures within a radius of ten miles. Dust and gravel rose up all over the sky behind the wheels, and it looked a bit like "Mad Max".

There's an unforgettable scene in that movie—

A chariot raced wildly in the boundless desert, behind it stirred up torrents of yellow sand that covered the sky and covered the sun, and the gust of wind swept across the whole picture like a sword, as if the whole world was crazy.

The artistic conception is such a wonderful thing.

In his field of vision, the clear blue cloudless sky was covered with earthy yellow dust. Wang Luoji squinted his eyes. At this moment, he suddenly felt...

Pretty cool.

He has never experienced this kind of life, and it seems that it is not as bad as he imagined.On the contrary, it is novel, exciting and exciting.

Of course, it would be even better if you didn't get covered in dust.

Convertible, no kidding.The wind is a little fierce.

Blow, blow, my pride indulges.

Wang Daxing's hair was just done before going out, and the wind has turned it into a messy chicken coop at this moment, "Nestlé" may consider finding him as a representative.

The hairline raised by the man is very eye-catching, and his strength shows what is the middle-aged crisis that all men cannot escape.

Xiaoye in the front deliberately drove the car faster to make the wind blowing more violently, he turned his head and asked Wang Laoji and Jiao Jiao loudly: "Yes - no - yes - Very—cool—cool—huh?!”

Wang Luoji: "..." This kid should be fired when he goes back.

"King of cheers" Jiao Jiao shouted back excitedly: "It's really - very - cool - ahhh!!!"

The boy's voice was crushed in the wild wind, and the miraculous effect of the built-in microphone made Wang Luoji show a not-so-obvious smile.

This humble smile is a genuine smile.

Grown men can always have fun in unexpected places.

The path in the field was crooked and uneven, and there were many stumbling stones. This little broken car walked on it, and the fragile body shook like it was sifting chaff.

"Da da da da-"

The tricycle bumped violently, as if the chef was shaking the wok vigorously while frying the shrimp, Wang Laoji felt that his internal organs had been bumped and shifted.

Obviously, a man of this age should take good care of his aging body, why did he have to suffer this doom?

Jiao Jiao next to her was very happy, she felt like she was sitting on a rocking car in an amusement park, and she was smiling like a big kid sitting on the rocking car.

He laughed and hummed a song: "The sun is shining in the sky~ The flowers are smiling at me~ The bird said, early morning, why are you carrying a small schoolbag on your back..."

"Brother, stop singing?" Wang Luoji turned his head and said something to him, but unfortunately his voice was blown away by the strong wind.

Jiao Jiao, who hadn't heard it, was in high spirits, and gradually evolved into singing passionately, and even took his hand and swayed it high together.

Wang Laoji: "..."

He leaned tiredly against the frame wall, his head limply hanging on the iron rail, like a deflated puffer fish.

Wang Laoji followed Jiao Jiao's melody and hummed: "The sun shines on your mother in the sky, the flowers are laughing at me, the bird said, so careless, why are you carrying a bomb bag on your back..."

The voice of despair was mixed into the wind, leaving no trace.

The author says:

"The Passion of a Passionate Movie King"