Ma Yunfei wiped the motorcycle clean, pushed it to a gas station to fill it up, and tried riding it. It was pretty good.
He borrowed a needle from the young widow, pricked his middle finger, squeezed out a drop of blood, and smeared it on the front of the motorcycle.
The young widow asked, puzzled, "What are you doing?"
“Sister Meng, I’m afraid your husband’s spirit will chase after the car, so I want to ward off the evil spirits.”
Early the next morning, Ma Yunfei rode his motorcycle to Qinglong Town and rode all the way into the town government compound.
The old man guarding the town government building knew Ma Yunfei; he knew Ma was the town mayor's godson.
"Mom, let's go."
Liu Fei dressed up carefully and said with a smile, "Son, what do you think of my outfit?"
"Mom, when you go to the countryside in this outfit, you stand out from the crowd. You truly deserve to be called the town's most beautiful girl."
Liu Fei said happily, "Son, I've only gained a little weight. When I was a girl, I had a fantastic figure. People always said it was a shame I didn't become a model."
Liu Fei is only 1.6 meters tall, and because of that, she can't be a model.
"Mom, it's such a waste that you're not a model."
"Yes, it's just that I was born in this run-down town. Back then, we didn't even know there was a profession called modeling. Sigh! Your mother has wasted her life."
Liu Fei climbed onto the back of the motorcycle and said with satisfaction, "Son, you're so thoughtful. You laid out a thick layer of foam, it's like sitting on a sofa. Ah! Although I've never had any children of my own, I'm more than content to have you as my godson."
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