Chapter 50 Chapter 50 I have become your past now?
Under the pale moonlight, beside the gurgling brook, amid the roar of engines, the riders roared and cheered.
American Front Sting twisted his handlebars and slammed his motorcycle to a stop in front of the McLaren, allowing him to admire the expensive supercar up close. The others were jokingly discussing the relationship between the supercar's owner and Wen Yu.
A young man with a buzz cut and studs stuck in his ears excitedly twisted the handlebars, and the motorcycle roared deafeningly. Amidst the noise, he laughed and shouted, "What should I do, Brother Yanshan? Someone's here to steal your woman!"
Following his joke, the rest of the group also screamed and stepped on the accelerator. For a moment, the place was filled with ghosts and wolves howling.
Xu Yanshan turned around and asked Wen Yu: "Do you want to take his car?"
Wen Yu's mouth was tightly covered by the helmet, and her voice was muffled, making it difficult to hear clearly. But Xu Yanshan was close enough to hear her clearly. Then, he bowed slightly, met Pan Xianchen's gaze, and conveyed Wen Yu's intention: "She won't change."
Immediately afterwards, there was another burst of gas-fueled sounds from the motorcycles.
Pan Xianchen wore a smile that didn't capture his true emotions. He said, "Okay. So how do we play? Racing?"
"Okay." Xu Yanshan flipped off the visor from his helmet and pedaled away. The sudden acceleration caught Wen Yu off guard, and she slammed against Xu Yanshan's back. Terrified, she quickly clasped him tightly around the waist.
Pan Xianchen stared at their backs pressed together, stepped on the accelerator, and followed closely behind with pursed lips and an expressionless face.
Other motorcycles followed like a swarm of locusts, rumbling one after another.
They set off from the stone arch bridge, their pace surging with fury, and in a flash, they were on the main road. Normally moving vehicles were most terrified of these speedsters, and most cautiously avoided them. Xu Yanshan was a skilled cyclist, capable of such speeds and even showing off his prowess on the road. His whirring, like a streak of inky light, weaved between the cars.
Wen Yu felt the fierce wind against her skin, not cold, but pain. It felt like a knife cutting her, and at that moment, she suddenly regretted it. Why had she tortured herself like this in the middle of the night? Wouldn't it be better to just hold the dog in bed and sleep peacefully? She suddenly felt terrified. What if Xu Yanshan accidentally threw her away?
Wen Yu yelled into Xu Yanshan's ear: "Slow down!"
Xu Yanshan couldn't hear. Wen Yu pinched Xu Yanshan's waist with her nails. Xu Yanshan tilted his head slightly, as if to see what was happening behind him. Wen Yu repeated it again. I don't know if Xu Yanshan heard it. After a while, the car speed didn't decrease, but increased instead.
Wen Yu: “…”
She really wanted to go back to the past, back to the time when Pan Xianchen asked her, "Do you want to change cars?" She would definitely jump out of Xu Yanshan's car, then put on a disdainful expression at Pan Xianchen and yell at them, "You elementary school kids, go have fun by yourselves! I won't accompany you tonight!"
But now, she could only cling to Xu Yanshan timidly, praying to Buddha, Guanyin, Jesus, and God in her heart: Don't die! Please don't let me die!
The motorcycle streaked past like a shooting star. Pan Xianchen, in his supercar, chased relentlessly behind. The traffic was so dense that his supercar couldn't even perform at one ten-thousandth of its capacity. But he continued to hound his target like a hound, weaving in and out of the thick traffic. Wherever he passed, horns honked frantically.
Soon, they turned onto a less-traveled road. Pan Xianchen picked up speed, gradually overtaking Wen Yu and Xu Yanshan from behind until they were side by side, then quickly surpassing them. But what was the point of leaving them behind? Pan Xianchen controlled his speed, keeping his McLaren close to Xu Yanshan's motorcycle, regardless of whether he sped up or slowed down. With the window lowered, the howling wind rushed in, and he could clearly see Wen Yu's helmeted face. This was interesting.
Xu Yanshan turned to glance at Pan Xianchen, then suddenly slammed the accelerator. Before McLaren could react, his motorcycle, carrying Wen Yu, shot forward with a whoosh. Pan Xianchen sneered from inside the car, accelerating as he veered out of his lane, cutting in front of Xu Yanshan's car. Xu Yanshan tried to avoid him by riding the other way, and Pan Xianchen did the same. After several rounds of this directional shifting, Xu Yanshan realized Pan Xianchen was doing it on purpose, trying to get in front of him and prevent him from passing.
They were very close and driving very fast. This was very dangerous.
Xu Yanshan turned around and shouted at Wen Yu: "Who is he to you? Driving like that? He's trying to save himself!"
Wen Yu pricked up her ears, but still couldn't quite make out what Xu Yanshan was mumbling. Taking advantage of this moment, she pinched Xu Yanshan's waist again, her mouth almost touching his helmet as she yelled, "Slow down, slow down!"
Xu Yanshan gradually slowed down until he stopped.
They raced all the way and actually rode to a suburban area. The asphalt road turned into a gravel road, and a large amount of vegetation began to appear in front of them. In the distance, there seemed to be low bungalows that had been abandoned for a long time.
The McLaren also stopped, and Pan Xianchen got out of the car without even closing the door, and walked straight towards Wen Yu.
Wen Yu climbed off the motorcycle with shaking legs and took off her helmet. Her hair was a mess, like the flailing tentacles of an octopus. She lost her balance and almost fell. Suddenly, a hand reached out from behind and caught her. She relaxed and fell into Pan Xianchen's arms.
Pan Xianchen looked at her dull eyes and asked with a cold snort, "Do you regret it?"
"ah?"
Wen Yu turned her head to look at him, but couldn't make out what he was saying. Her ears were still filled with the humming and humming noises. The sudden silence after she took off her helmet made her wonder if she had gone deaf.
Xu Yanshan also stepped off the motorcycle and took off his helmet. His face was not very happy. He was a little angry because of Pan Xianchen's dangerous behavior. He said, "Isn't it necessary?"
Pan Xianchen ignored him. He simply supported Wen Yu and pointed his chin in the direction of the supercar, then asked, "Get in my car?"
It was a desolate wilderness here, without even a streetlight. Wen Yu, unwilling to show off, nodded and followed Pan Xianchen. Xu Yanshan stared at their retreating figures in astonishment, his mind still swirling. What role did he play here tonight?
McLaren stepped on the accelerator, rudely sending Xu Yanshan a mouthful of exhaust fumes.
Soon, Pan Xianchen drove Wen Yu out of the wilderness and back to the city's main road. His speed was now normal, even slower than the BYD next to him.
In the car, Pan Xianchen looked at Wen Yu's pale face and took a bottle of mineral water from the back of the car and handed it to her. Wen Yu was still a little confused. She took it in a daze, not opening it to drink, and hugged the bottle of water in her arms like a pillow. Pan Xianchen took the water back from her arms, helped her unscrew the bottle cap, handed it to her again, and said, "Will you get in his car next time?"
Wen Yu looked down at the opened bottle of mineral water. Oh, this is for drinking. She took it, tilted her head back and took a big sip. The cold water seemed to clear her groggy head. She put the cap back on, handed the mineral water back and said, "Why are you here today?"
Pan Xianchen glanced down at the water she'd returned, figuring she must be still groggy. But he didn't remind her, taking the bottle naturally. "I heard Yan Qianqian say you're having a car race tonight. How could I miss such a fun game?"
This supercar was a gift from Pan Qing to Pan Xianchen when he was just coming of age. In his teens and early twenties, Pan Xianchen and the prodigal son Ning Kai had a racing adventure. Besides this McLaren, he owned other sports cars. Back then, he wasn't working and didn't have a heavy academic workload, and Ning Kai, on the other hand, was even less so. He spent his days dreaming of more exciting experiences. They quickly became accomplices, diligently working to make their supercars a visible presence in every corner of the city.
After two years, Pan Xianchen and Ning Kai grew tired of their supercars, leaving them to gather dust in the garage. Later, Pan Xianchen started working, his days swamped with work. He'd hit the gym during the week and play ball on weekends, and his hobbies became increasingly healthy. The supercars hadn't been seen in ages, and Pan Xianchen had practically forgotten about them.
He was not used to driving a supercar tonight. As the speed increased, the feeling of a young man chasing the wind gradually returned.
"Oh, you also play racing." Wen Yu nodded a few times and said with a little surprise.
Pan Xianchen smiled. "I'm good at many things. Do you think I only know how to work? Why don't you try to get to know me better? I'm quite interesting."
Wen Yu glanced at Pan Xianchen with a hint of curiosity. Pan Xianchen smiled back at her. After a long pause, her face flushed again, her moist, sparkling eyes slowly blinking. Her lips, red and tender like peaches, parted slightly as she explored him. Pan Xianchen watched, entranced. Wen Yu wasn't doing anything, but he felt a strong pull. Even her breath was an intense attraction.
Over the years, no woman had ever made him feel this way.
But he didn't want to lose his composure in front of Wen Yu. Pan Xianchen coughed dryly and tried to cover it up by drinking water.
Wen Yu watched him unscrew the bottle cap and drink the water, then said, "You seem to be drinking my water."
Right. Did you realize it now? Who was the one who offered him the mineral water just now?
Pan Xianchen took a big sip, screwed the cap back on, and handed it back to Wen Yu: "So stingy? Okay, I'll give it back to you."
Wen Yu: “…”
She refused to take it, but instead hugged herself tightly with her arms like a twist, pouting and saying, "You've already drunk..."
Pan Xianchen laughed out loud.
Wen Yu realized that she had given her bottle of water to Pan Xianchen. It would have been fine if he hadn't said anything, but now he was openly making fun of her! Wen Yu felt her face flush. She glared at Pan Xianchen for a long time, then said sarcastically, "You're happy now, aren't you? Why were you so gloomy when you first came here?"
Pan Xianchen stopped laughing and thought about what had just happened.
He hinted to Wen Yu to change her motorcycle but she refused. He ran after their motorcycle alone. At first there were too many cars and he couldn't catch up, which almost made him anxious. Then he had to watch Wen Yu and Xu Yanshan hugging each other's backs, and Wen Yu hugged the other man's waist so tightly!
As he thought about it, Pan Xianchen lost his joy. He couldn't help but mutter, "You've never hugged me..."
Wen Yu didn't hear, she was looking down at her phone. Several people contacted her on WeChat. Yan Qianqian asked where she was and why she'd disappeared after riding out. Xu Yanshan asked what happened today and why Pan Xianchen had done something so dangerous. She responded to each one. First, she explained to Yan Qianqian that she was going home, then apologized to Xu Yanshan, saying that tonight was indeed dangerous and that she wouldn't ride at night next time.
Xu Yanshan replied to her: "That's not what I meant. If you want to ride at night, I will still take you. It's just that we can't do it again on a dangerous day like today."
Wen Xiaoyu: Regardless of whether it is dangerous or not, I will not ride at night anymore.
After this, Xu Yanshan didn't reply. Wen Yu sat quietly, her fingers tapping at the screen. Pan Xianchen wasn't trying to pry into someone's privacy; he just couldn't help but peek. Seeing Xu Yanshan's name at the top of Wen Yu's WeChat, his expression fell again.
What's going on? Sitting in his car, still chatting with Xu Yanshan?
Pan Xianchen's tone was thick with sourness as soon as he opened his mouth. "Does Teacher Xu please you more than Teacher Pan? You and Teacher Xu chat so enthusiastically on WeChat, but Teacher Pan doesn't even have your WeChat. Can I add you on WeChat too? I want to be your WeChat friend, too."
"Don't you have my WeChat?" Wen Yu said perfunctorily.
"Who are you trying to fool? I called you hundreds of times and you didn't answer. You didn't even reply to my WeChat messages. I've already pried open Yan Qianqian's mouth. You changed your number, right? I want to add your new number. Tell me your new number."
“…” Wen Yu pretended to be dead.
Pan Xianchen exposed her: "Stop playing dead and give me a new number!"
Wen Yu asked, "As a leader, is it necessary for you to contact your subordinates while they are on vacation?"
Pan Xianchen found it amusing and asked her, "Do you think we have no other relationship besides work?"
“…”
Wen Yu lowered his head and said nothing.
Pan Xianchen urged her: "Talk to me."
Did everything they had before count? He remembered every kiss he had shared with her. Not only that, he wanted to savor it, triggering a series of landslides and tsunamis. He hadn't forgotten those chaotic nights he'd spent alone. If Wen Yu dared to tell him they had nothing else to do, then he'd see!
"...Those are all in the past." Wen Yu said.
I didn't expect this answer. Pan Xianchen was stunned for a moment, then laughed briefly: "Am I your past now? But you've passed away, and I haven't yet."
"I called off the wedding because I yelled in front of my parents, Wen Yu, and Wen Yu's parents." Wen Yu glanced at the receding scenery outside the window and said softly, "In the past, I wasn't decisive enough and I was too indecisive. Now I want to cut off everything in the past and start over."
Pan Xianchen looked at her profile. She looked lonely and sad, and he felt a slight ache and numbness in his heart. His voice was also soft as he said to her, "You want to cut off the past, so are you planning to cut off my past too?"
Wen Yu didn't reply. Pan Xianchen didn't ask any more questions. He drove in silence, and Wen Yu sat in silence as well.
Their car was parked at the entrance of Wenyu Community.
Pan Xianchen sat quietly in the car for ten minutes, watching Wen Yu's receding figure, unable to describe the feeling within him. His entire day had been like a roller coaster, with Wen Yu at the helm. When she told him to go up, he went up; when she told him to go down, he went down.
But it doesn't matter, he drives a McLaren racing car, so what's the big deal about riding a roller coaster.
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