After turning 18, the first thing Luo Zhi did was to learn how to drive.
His birthday is when the summer sun starts to get hot. The timing is perfect - there are still a dozen days left until summer vacation, but the weather is already hot. Not many people were willing to go out in the sun, so getting a driver's license was very smooth.
On the day he got his driver's license, Luo Zhi treated himself to a table full of morning tea.
His car had been fully maintained from inside to outside, and had never missed its annual inspection. It was washed clean and shiny, and was waiting for him in the parking lot in a very impressive manner.
I don’t have to hire a designated driver anymore. Luo Zhi is worried that she may not be able to get used to the new car easily. He and the car went to an empty road late at night to practice coordination, and soon they became very skilled at driving, no matter how fast or slow they drove.
Even so, Luo Zhi has never raced.
His car has always been with him. Even when it later became one of the evidences for him being accused of being "ostentatious" and "using his family background to bully others", Luo Zhi never refused to change its paint and exterior.
He even didn't want to drive to places where the road conditions were too bad. When the weather is bad, I just keep the car safely in the garage. The most relaxing time is to go to the car dealership to wash the car.
The owner of the car dealership was already very familiar with him. He took out a water gun and let him do it himself. He took the time to come over and tease him: "Little brother, you are so polite to a car?"
The boss has also seen people who like cars. When young people get a new car, they will treat it as a treasure for several days and will immediately repair a small piece of paint chipped off.
But it is indeed quite rare to see someone like Luo Zhi, who drove to his place at the age of 18, modified and repaired her car herself, and five years later, she still treasures it without any scratches.
Luo Zhi agreed with a smile and continued to concentrate on making foam on the car.
"By the way, have you asked this before?"
The boss came over to help him, and suddenly remembered: "I asked someone, your car can be equipped with a trailer, and your driver's license can also drive it."
Luo Zhi had just changed a sponge, and when he mentioned this, she stopped and asked, "Can it be customized?"
"Yes, but it will take a long time, about half a year to a year." The boss asked casually, "Can it wait?"
Luo Zhi nodded. He put his hand on the clean car body, touched it gently, and carefully wiped off the foam with a sponge.
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"Let's try our best." After returning home, Luo Zhi sat under the moon and discussed with his car.
He leaned against the car, resting his head on the door, and discussed with it: "Let's build a home."
Later, Luo Zhi worked hard with his car and went to many auto shows to see many finished products.
He spent almost several weeks researching all the relevant information about the trailer RV and made his own design.
Later, he was ready to find someone to customize the trailer part of the RV, and asked his boss to contact the relevant manufacturers.
Then something unexpected happened.
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The horn sounded crisply.
Ming Chi suddenly came back to his senses, and those blurry fragments were stirred by the whirlpool in his consciousness, and the picture suddenly disappeared.
He saw an urging smile in his grandfather's eyes, and his eyes brightened. He bowed deeply again, picked up his coat, turned around, and walked quickly downstairs.
He walked faster and faster, and when he reached the door, Mingchi couldn't help but run.
After the operation, Mingchi has been strictly following the doctor's instructions for rehabilitation. The most reckless thing he did was the time when he chased Luan. He used his walking stick to walk a long distance quickly and never tried to run.
But it doesn't seem that difficult to run.
Like when I was twelve. He accidentally broke his right leg and had to wear a cast for two months.
I haven't been active for a long time. It's okay when I walk slowly, but when I start running again, my feet feel light and I can hardly remember how to apply and receive force.
But I remembered it as I was running - especially when I was running because I couldn't wait and wanted to rush to open the gift I wanted most in one go.
Mingchi ran to the car, holding the car keys in his hand and standing on his knees.
Mingchi looked carefully at the car in front of him.
It was already dark and I couldn't see clearly on the terrace, so I ran here and finally confirmed that the modified parts and paint on the car were almost the same as I remembered.
He actually didn't expect this at all. After all, it is not surprising that the same model and limited edition models released in the same batch are the same, but it is impossible that two cars are made together when the modification is done.
Mingchi walked over and gently touched the car body.
The heir of this multinational group was also there, smiling and nodding to Mingchi.
"Some time ago, the cruise company discussed cooperation with our family." The heir came over and explained to Mingchi, "I happened to have the opportunity, so I mentioned this car."
The heir is older than Mingchi and has many friends in China. He found out the specific situation through various channels and wanted to find an opportunity to give the car to Mingchi.
Later, the old man was inspired by that painting, and according to industry practices, he should give Mingchi compensation or dividends. It just so happened that their family was cooperating with a cruise ship regarding exhibition booths and counters, and during the business talks, the heir took the initiative to bring up this matter.
The designs of that batch of jewelry were quite amazing and they were sold out before they even went on sale. To be honest, the price of a car was not enough, so they were actually getting a bargain by paying this way.
When the heir was chatting with Mr. Ming, he also said this honestly and politely.
A few days later, Mr. Ming had someone send back a very detailed modification design, with detailed instructions for the painting requirements and a photocopied sketch attached.
Because the other party's requirements were quite detailed, the renovation was also done carefully. As for more details that may only be known to Mingchi himself, Mingchi will have to make further modifications himself.
"I'll leave the rest to you." The heir opened the car door and gestured behind him, "It's yours, and you know best what to do with it."
Mingchi nodded, put his hand on the car door, and thanked him solemnly again.
The heir smiled and waved his hands, patted him on the shoulders twice, and without further delay, quickly walked into the restaurant.
The parking lot went quiet.
His car was just as quiet.
Brand new photochromic glass is embedded in the car door, the whole car is clean and shiny, and the wheels are tied with bright red cloth strips, fluttering in the wind in a very proud manner.
Mingchi walked slowly around the car. He was not in a hurry to get on the car and looked at the paint jobs carefully.
The day of the bonfire concert on the beach.
He returned to the cruise ship with Mr. Shadow and Uncle Lu, and had supper and fruit wine together.
That night they talked about drunkenness, chatterboxes, and presents. He took two sips of the drink he mixed for Mr. Shadow, and suddenly, a drawing board and sketch paper appeared in his hands.
That night, Mingchi held the drawing board and couldn't stop describing his gift in detail.
He told Mr. Shadow how he and his aunt lay in the car, each with their arms resting on one side, and opened the sunroof to look at the stars. He talked about how he and his aunt modified the car and how they discussed the paint and color matching together.
He remembered that he said a lot, but in the end he couldn't remember clearly. He just held the painting in his arms and felt warm and happy after talking about it.
Mingchi is warmer and happier now than he was then.
Every detail is in his mind, and he can slowly work with his old friends to find back all the things he had lost in the past, but this matter is not so urgent.
Mingchi reached his hand into the right pocket of his coat, fumbled around, and sure enough, he touched the small hardcover ID card.
While recuperating in the villa, Mingchi practiced driving with the family car, and took time out during rehabilitation to retake the driver's license test.
He didn't have a clear idea at that time. After hearing Uncle Lu say that driving a car and sailing a boat have something in common, and also hearing that Mr. Yingzi also wanted to learn how to drive, he took the initiative to take over the jobs of both instructor and student.
Mingchi opened the car door and sat in the driver's seat.
Mingchi took a deep breath, leaned his head back on the seat, and closed his eyes for a moment.
All the control keys were in familiar positions. Mingchi fumbled to open the switch of the skylight, and lowered the windows on all four sides, allowing light and wind to rush in.
He opened his eyes and saw the sky full of twinkling stars.
He saw a firework.
…
Mingchi's eyes lit up.
He straightened his seat, changed back to driving mode, and looked up.
The old man was accompanied by his heir, who was standing on the terrace, smiling and waving at him, signaling him not to come back.
Mingchi pursed his lips, put on his coat, waved his hand vigorously, inserted the key and started the car.
The engine roared loudly and the seat belt held him.
Many things may have been forgotten, but the feel gained through running-in has not been forgotten at all. Ming Chi was still very skilled at the job. He pressed the steering wheel and tapped it twice.
"…I'm going to tell you something a little mysterious."
The voice of the car dealership owner emerged from his memory. Amid the sound of the car wash, the other party chatted with him casually: "People who drive all the time have a kind of 'feel' that only they know."
"I can drive other cars, but my own car is still the most comfortable to drive. Even if I change to an identical car, the feel may not be the same."
The owner of the car dealership had just served a customer and pointed to him: "Look at that guy just now, that's him."
The car dealership owner lowered his voice and said, "The car I've driven for so many years is now scrapped, and I don't want a new car either. I've been wandering around used car dealerships these days, trying to find a similar one."
He put down the water gun and asked the owner of the car dealership: "Did you find it?"
The car dealer shook his head: "Not yet, it's not that easy to find... If you really can't find it, you can only get used to a new car."
"It's definitely a pleasure to drive a new car on the road. But if you drive for a long time, you'll know that it's not that comfortable. It doesn't go smoothly anywhere and you always feel uncomfortable all over."
"If you can find one that feels exactly the same, there's a saying in our industry that old friends don't want to be scrapped, so they come back and want to work together for another ten years."
The car dealership owner said, "If that's the case, even if it's a little more expensive, I'll definitely buy it after gritting my teeth."
…
Mingchi held the steering wheel and greeted his old friend softly.
Uncle Lu was only responsible for dropping off the children, not picking them up, and the family car had already gone back early. Mr. Ming, who had to drive back by himself, was indeed not very familiar with the road, but no matter how seriously his sense of direction was damaged, it was not to this extent.
There is no need to look at the direction of the fireworks to remember how to get home.
This road is a coastal highway, and it leads directly to the pier. There were not many cars at night and it was very quiet. The evening breeze blew in gently and the light from the street lamps was a warm orange-yellow.
On one side of the road is a beach facing the sea, with a wide view and beautiful scenery. The lights on the shore are reflected on the water.
Mingchi saw another firework blooming in the quiet and clear night sky, and its shadow just happened to fall into the shallows where the tide was rising.
Especially suitable for chasing.
Mingchi parked the car on the side of the road, took out his cell phone, took a photo, and put it back in the glove box.
The gentleman who had set off the fireworks and shown him the direction was still at the only fork in the road.
This road is very easy to find, and Mingchi found it in no time. He calmly dimmed the lights, slowed down, braked gently, and stopped in front of the kind road sign man.
Ming Weiting was holding the firework in his hand, and when he looked up, he saw the little gentleman who had successfully found his way home stopped in front of him.
Mingchi lowered the window on the driver's side to the lowest level.
He raised the corner of his mouth, cleared his throat, and said seriously: "Sir, do you want a ride?"
Ming Weiting had cooperated quite well. He nodded and put away the fireworks: "Yes."
Ming Weiting walked around to the passenger seat. Ming Chi had already leaned over and opened the passenger door for him: "Where are you going?"
Ming Weiting pulled down his seat belt: "Go wherever Mr. Xiao wants to take me."
Mingchi turned the car lights back on. When he heard this, his chest began to swell. He put his hands on the steering wheel and turned his head to the side.
“Try not to drive more than a hundred kilometers.”
After all, the boat still had to go, so Mr. Ming thought for a moment and then added pragmatically: "If you are lost for more than an hour, you can ask the gentleman who picked you up to help you find the way."
Ming Chi laughed, and suddenly he couldn't help himself. He unbuckled his seat belt and hugged his Mr. Shadow sideways.
Ming Chi lowered his head and buried it in Ming Weiting's collar.
There was a fresh sea breeze and a hint of fireworks, a little cool, then slowly warmed up in his breath.
There was a person who had been waiting here for quite some time, waiting for him to come home.
Let's set off fireworks for him here.
Ming Weiting hugged him back, patted him gently on the back, and concluded in a low voice: "You were careless."
"Mr. Xiao has a GPS in his car." Ming Weiting saw the screen, "He won't get lost, and he can find his way home by himself."
Ming Chi couldn't help but raise the corner of his mouth: "It's a bit complicated, I haven't learned how to use it yet."
Even Mr. Shadow couldn't be fooled by such a lie. Ming Weiting stroked his hair and looked down into Ming Chi's eyes: "You haven't learned it yet?"
"I haven't learned it yet." Ming Chi nodded confidently, "We really need an artificial navigation intelligent system."
Ming Weiting was stunned for a moment, trying to understand the meaning of this word, and then the little gentleman filled his eyes with a smile: "Where are you going?"
When getting off the boat, he actually asked Uncle Lu for a map of the vicinity and roughly wrote down the locations and routes on it.
This is not a tourist city and there is nothing to do, but if Mingchi has a destination, he can indeed help with navigation.
Ming Chi propped up his arms, sat back in the driver's seat, took out his phone, and clicked on the photo: "Here."
Ming Weiting took it and looked at it carefully.
The photo was taken just right, with the silent sky and water shrouded in the night, smooth pebbles on the shallows, and the only firework blooming in the sky and on the water at the same time.
Especially suitable for chasing.
"It's on the way here." Mingchi fastened his seat belt, "Let's turn around and go back. We'll find it if we look for it slowly."
"The thirty-seventh happy thing is that the gentleman helped me find the car. It feels exactly the same as before. We are now sitting in the car together."
Ming Chi looked at him with his eyes curved. "The thirty-eighth happy thing is that the weather is very good tonight. I want to take you to chase the fireworks."
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