Under normal circumstances, a new car needs to be run in, but motorcycles are special and do not require running in.

Walking while riding is equivalent to running in the bike.

But Wan Feng still decided to keep this bike, because once it fell into Luan Feng's hands, it would definitely not be fun to ride.

Wan Feng started his motorcycle and circled the brick factory square twice.

Luan Feng looked at Wan Feng riding steadily and was ready to get on the horse.

The stepless transmission is a bit of a disaster for novices. If you don't know when to release the accelerator when a dangerous situation occurs, who knows what will happen.

Wan Feng was very worried about Luan Feng's stubborn personality. Seeing her riding the motorcycle crookedly, his heart was trembling to the sky.

Although the brick and tile factory's yard was large enough, Wan Feng chose a place far enough away from the brick and tile piles.

But Luan Feng still ran towards the brick pile, which scared Wan Feng so much that he almost had a cardiac arrest. Fortunately, this tiger woman suddenly stopped the motorcycle when it was about to hit the brick pile, so she didn't hug and kiss the brick pile.

"You can actually crash into such a long brick pile? Why are you telling me to keep my eyes open?" Wan Feng was angry.

This row of brick piles was dozens of meters long, and she just watched them crash into it!

"Gasp! Oh no no no, watch the road!"

"Where is the road?"

Luan Feng chuckled: "Actually, I can see it clearly with my eyes, and I understand it in my heart, but my hands are not working well, and I just can't turn it around."

All newbies are like this.

Wan Feng came up with a dirty trick. He used bricks to make a separation line, and if Luan Feng ran across the line, he would bump into the bricks.

Given the small size of the Jialing 50 and Luan Feng's current skills, the car would probably fall over if it hit the bricks, and if it fell over, it would not hit the brick pile.

There is no danger as long as you don't hit the brick pile, and people won't die if they get stuck.

In fact, Luan Feng is very smart but a little confused. However, as time goes by, she becomes more and more skilled in riding a bike.

"It's no different from riding a bicycle!" I started to get cocky once I learned it.

Although he had become proficient in riding the bike, Wan Feng discovered that another frustrating problem had arisen.

This guy is actually addicted to riding. He doesn't even go home and just stays on the bike and refuses to get off.

The lights in the brick factory are on, and this woman is still enjoying it.

It's already seven o'clock in the evening, and she has no intention of giving up.

Wan Feng couldn't bear it any longer and stopped the motorcycle.

"Take a break, don't tire yourself out."

"Not tired."

"How can I not be tired? Rest for a while before riding again. Are you hungry?"

"I'm not hungry!"

"Are you really not hungry?"

“I’m really not hungry!”

"But I'm fucking hungry!" Wan Feng roared. "You're not hungry, so that's it? I'm almost starving to death."

"What if you're hungry?" Luan Feng asked pitifully.

"What do you think we should do?"

"Then I have to go home and cook."

Listen, what does it mean to have to go home and cook? How helpless is that!

"Then you ride here by yourself. I'll go to the snack bar to buy some food. We can have something ready to eat tonight."

"Okay, okay!" After saying okay, he stepped on the accelerator and went around in circles again without a care in the world.

Wan Feng walked along the road from the brick factory to the market and bought two lunch boxes at a grocery stall that was about to close. Then he ran to the team restaurant and bought a bowl of braised pork and a bowl of spicy tofu, which were put in a lunch box, and then bought another box of white rice.

In an era without plastic bags, Wan Feng had to find a rope to tie the two lunch boxes together and carry them back to the brick factory.

After returning to the brick factory, he sat on a pile of sand and watched Luan Feng circling around the factory square.

How come she doesn't get confused when she spins around?

Luan Feng didn't get drowsy from spinning around, but Wan Feng himself got drowsy from watching Luan Feng walking around in circles. As he watched, his eyelids became heavy, his body swayed a few times, and he fell asleep on the sand pile.

Luan Feng is completely addicted to riding. This thing is really fun. No wonder many people envy how fun riding a motorcycle is.

Such a fun thing should be shared with others. She was ready to share the joy with Wan Feng, but when she looked up, she was confused: Where is he?

I seemed to be sitting on the sand pile with his lunch box just now, how come he disappeared in the blink of an eye?

A closer look revealed Wan Feng lying on a pile of sand.

What does it mean when a bad guy lies on the sand? Is he dead or asleep?

Luan Feng was a little panicked. She rode her motorcycle to the sand pile, parked it, and came to Wan Feng. She first reached out and touched under Wan Feng's nose.

Don't worry, he's still alive.

But you can't just sleep outside like this while you are alive. It is easy to attract evil spirits if you sleep outside like this.

"Hey! Hey! Wake up!"

Wan Feng opened his eyes sleepily: "Is it dawn?"

"What the hell is the dawn? It's only getting dark now. Let's get up and go home."

"It's dark now? Then I'll sleep a little longer."

Wan Feng finished speaking and prepared to continue sleeping.

"Be good! Get up, let's go home and sleep. Sleeping here will easily make you catch a cold and you may even be possessed by a ghost."

Wan Feng was startled and woke up suddenly. Then he found that he was sleeping on a pile of sand. I said, "Why do I feel a little cold?"

He stood up and remembered that he had a lunch box, so he found it and handed it to Luan Feng, pushed the motorcycle and headed home.

I returned home, closed the big iron gate, and pushed the motorcycle into the house.

Luan Feng heated up the dishes he bought in a pot, and the two of them squatted on the corner of the stove to eat without setting up the dining table.

While eating, Luan Feng noticed that Wan Feng looked a little listless. She reached out and touched Wan Feng's forehead, but found that he didn't have a fever.

"Are you feeling unwell? You look listless."

"No, I just feel weak and listless, a little dazed."

Luan Feng was shocked. Could it be that he was really possessed by a ghost?

When people sleep, their body's yang energy is the weakest. If there is any evil spirit in the wild, it will take this opportunity to possess the body. This is what the old people in the village said.

Although she had never encountered it, she believed it firmly.

I want to find a shaman to perform a ritual, but it’s already past eight o’clock, and where can I find one in the dark?

"Then eat quickly, then get on the kang and cover yourself with the quilt. If you don't feel better tonight, we'll go see the gods tomorrow."

Wan Feng nodded listlessly, finished his meal slowly, and then went to sleep on the kang with the help of Luan Feng.

After cleaning up the kitchen, Luan Feng went into the house and got on the kang. She didn't even watch TV tonight. She took off her clothes, turned off the lights, and got into bed.

"Feeling better?"

"Still the same."

"Don't you feel uncomfortable?"

"I'm not uncomfortable, I just want to sleep."

"Then have a good sleep, and tomorrow morning we will go to Huanghui to see the great god."

There is a great god in the Huanghui Brigade. It seems that the tablet of an immortal is enshrined there. It is said to be very powerful. People here usually go there when they encounter any strange things.

Wan Feng turned over and faced Luan Feng with his back, a smug smile on his face, his eyes shining in the darkness.

Look at the great god who only makes a few cents, I have nothing to worry about.

I can finally get a good night's sleep tonight.