At the turn of spring and summer, the temperature in Mingzhu City has risen. The street trees on the roadside have already drawn out branches, and tender green leaves are hanging on the branches.

As the economic and commercial center of the country, Mingzhu Street in the morning is the busiest time of the day. It completely interprets what traffic and pedestrians are like based on its strength.

At this time, all office workers were in a hurry, rushing towards the company with all kinds of transportation. Many of them had a simple and simple dream, that is, stay, stay at Mingzhu to buy a house and start a family and become a real Mingzhu person.

However, Mingzhu is not very friendly like all the super cities in the world, both for new residents and old residents. Big cities like this only like successful people, only those elites who survived the law of the jungle, or the survival of the fittest. As for the losers, the old residents are living a poor life day after day in the small houses that are close to each other, while the new residents who come to make a living come from and slip back to wherever they come!

Everyone is very busy, either busy making money or enriching their knowledge for better making money. They have no time or interest in caring about other things. The indifference between people in big cities is also filled with Mingzhu, a rapidly developing Oriental metropolis.

At the intersection, there was a red light. The crowd seemed to be cut open by traffic. When the green light came on, pedestrians on both sides once again rushed onto the zebra crossing like torrents.

Tak, Tak, Tak...!

A strange engine sounded. Unlike common cars, this kind of engine sounded like a low beast roar, or a heavy movement.

As the engine growled, a huge cruise motorcycle drove to the intersection and slowly stopped in front of the white stop line.

The motorcycle was very eye-catching, snatching all the Mercedes-Benz and BMWs on the road. For a moment, all the pedestrians, including those who drove, watched the motorcycle and its knights.

In the small car next to the motorcycle, the young man driving looked at the motorcycle and the knight for a while, and then suddenly spat at the knight through the window: "I'm such a rich man, the Indian road master customized version is equipped with the Ming A's motorcycle plate! If you have the money to buy a BMW 740li to pick up girls, isn't it delicious? There are a few people on the road who know how much your broken motorcycle is worth, and you're really sick!"

He said this, but his eyes still couldn't hide his inner desire. As for men, there are very few people who are not moved by mechanical toys.

The Indian Grand Cruise Highway Master is indeed not well-known in China. Apart from motorcycles, few people know about the familiar Grand Cruise, except for Honda's Big Golden Wing, and Harley's Big Gliding. However, people who like to play motorcycles know that the Indian Grand Highway Master is not inferior to the famous Harley Grand Gliding in China, and the American heavy motorcycle with a very stylish style.

American large cruise, just looking at its size, it compares an ordinary motorcycle. It has a body length of 2656mm, a width of 1000mm, a height of nearly 1500 yuan, and a weight of 408 kilograms. If a short person rides on it, it looks like squatting on this industrial beast.

Let’s look at the 1811cc V-type twin-cylinder air-oil-cooled engine. It is estimated that the engine displacement is larger than half of the cars running on the road. As for the things on luxury cars, such as cruise control and lane deviation, there is almost no shortage of this large cruise.

The Knight in front of me was a limited edition, with a large area of ​​wildfire red with small pieces of Thunder Black crystal paint. The logo was originally pure 24k gold foil, but now it has been replaced with a sterling silver handmade three-dimensional tiles. Although it does not have the standard gold quality, it looks even more eye-catching.

American industrial beasts with such a physique usually look a little thin when driven by a normal Chinese body, but it is obvious that this knight is not like this. His strong and burly figure completely controls this industrial beast on the motorcycle.

The knight on the car is dressed in a completely American style, with a black and red half-helmet, and the two helmets are colorful Indian chief logos, with ten handmade sterling silver decorative studs embedded from the front of the helmet to the tail.

The old-fashioned goggles covered the Knight's eyes, and under the goggles were thick black beards, which covered the Knight's lower face.

The Knight's upper body is a black riding jacket, with silk-embellished colorful Indian chief logos on the chest and back of the jacket, slightly tight leather riding trousers on the lower body, and a pair of dark gray half-height Martin boots on the feet.

Both knights and motorcycles exuded a wild atmosphere. On the morning of the pearl, they seemed out of place with the crowd around them, like a brown bear breaking into the flock.

The green light lit up, and with the rumbling sound of the engine, the knight and the motorcycle disappeared from everyone's sight, and the crowd next to him began to regain the same surging as before.

The Grand Cruise carried the knights through two intersections and turned into a two-lane alley. It walked through the alley for about a hundred meters and stopped at the entrance of a row of high-rise small shops.

The Knight turned off the fire and got out of the car, took off his helmet and put it on the car, stood quietly straight, and looked at the small shop in front of him.

The shop is not big, with a room of about six meters. The height of the whole shop is about five meters and five meters high. There is a black sign on the door of the shop, a circle of white cloud patterns, a black base, and four large characters in the small shop near the hand-written handwriting on the base.

Just as the knight was looking at the door, an old lady walked out at the entrance of the small supermarket next to her. The old lady was about sixty years old and in good spirits. She was dressed in a long dark purple group with a small vest, and she was dressed in an ordinary manner.

"Young man, are you looking for someone?" The old lady looked at the knight with a little vigilance.

The knight turned to the old lady and smiled, "Aunt Qi, it's me, Bian Rui."

"Bian Rui?"

There was disbelief in the old lady's eyes. For the old lady, it was difficult to associate the tall and fat big fat man Bian Rui with the strong young man in front of her. You should know that the fat boy Bian Rui was about 250 kilograms, and the person in front of her didn't look more than 17.

Let’s look at people? The fat man who was originally smiling when he saw people was squinting and smiling, and the big beard in front of him had no match for the hair shawl and a big beard on his face.

"Aunt Qi, it's really me, you see?"

The Knight separated his hair and beard, as if he wanted the old lady to see it more clearly. Unfortunately, her beard was too thick, and it was almost the same as if she was not.

But the old lady really saw it.

"Oh, good boy, now this physical aunt really dare not recognize it. Foreign food is so unpalatable? You went around and lost all the meat on your body?"

The old lady walked to Bian Rui enthusiastically, reached out to pinch Bian Rui's arm a few times.

Bian Rui smiled and said, "No, I used to be like this. But a few years ago, I was busy making money and socializing all day and neglecting to exercise. So I gained more than 200 kilograms. Seven or eight years ago, I only had 160 kilograms at most."

The old lady looked up and down at Bian Rui: "I've lost weight and become energetic. By the way, this long-haired and big bearded person looks bad, so why don't you shave it? Oh, I forgot that the key to your shop is still there, I'll take it for you."

"Thank you, for taking care of the shop when I left."

"See what you said, we are also neighbors. By the way, you have been away for about half a year. I thought you would be back long ago." The old lady said as she walked back.

"It's more than five months, and there's still ten days to half a year away," Bian Rui replied.

Waiting for the old lady to take the key, Bian Rui opened the door and found that the shop was cleaned clean, which shows that the enthusiastic aunt Qi took great care of the shop.

After walking around the shop, I took off my motorcycle's luggage and put it in a small room on the second floor. Bian Rui locked the door, turned around and walked around, preparing to see when the barber shop would open to get a haircut. I didn't think the barber shop would open so early, but who knew that when the door was at the door, I found that the door had already opened.

Before entering, there was a savage with hair and shawls. After coming out, Bian Ruike became more energetic. His scalp was almost visible to his sniff, and his beard was shaved so hard that he only had a green beard root.

Bian Rui has an average appearance, a slightly square face shape and a little angular. The man is a bit angry. He has thick black eyebrows and not big eyes, but the tail of his eyes is slightly long, making his eyes very vivid. His nose is neither high nor low, his nose is neither big nor small, his lips are not thick nor thin, and his whole face is not highly recognizable when throwing him in the crowd.

His face is average, but his height is considered to be a good advantage. He is a big man of 1.88 meters and a wide shoulders and bee waist. Although he looks a little loose in spirit, this looseness is not the kind of sick, but like a leopard lying on a tree branch, yawning lazily.

I went back to the shop and took a shower, changed into dry clothes, and then pulled out a water pipe from the kitchen downstairs, and began to carefully wash my own seats.

After divorce last year, Bian Rui sold his house. After dividing the property, he rented a shop with the remaining money and bought the Indian Road Master.

After finishing what he should do, Bian Rui began to fulfill his dream that he had been a long time ago, riding a motorcycle from Mingzhu to Portugal from land.

It took nearly half a year to walk tens of thousands of kilometers. Whether it is wind, frost, rain and snow, this big red is by your side. Therefore, for Bian Rui, this motorcycle is no longer simple, a motorcycle without life, but a partner, and the most loyal companion on the road.

Bian Rui was very careful in his scrub. Even the corners that were the most difficult to wash, Bian Rui tried to wipe them carefully with a wet towel.

I don’t know how long it took to wash, but Bian Rui turned his head slightly and found that he had a pair of feet wearing gray thousand-layer sole shoes next to him.

When I looked up, I found an old man in a Taoist robe standing in front of me. The Taoist robe was a little white. Although the robe was old, it was still very clean.

"Old demon...oh, master! Why are you here?"

Seeing the old Taoist's face clearly, Bian Rui quickly stood up and stood with his hands behind his back.

The old Taoist is not tall, about 1.7 meters tall, and is very thin, at most about 110 kilograms, and there is not much hair on his head. His sparse hair is tied into a bun, wearing a wooden hairpin.

"Nothing happening!"
Chapter completed!