The four of them stood at the door and listened quietly to a song. When they were about to go into the house to meet the owner of the shop, they found that the lights in the shop had been turned off.

When they saw the lights go out, the three RB people realized that the piano sound had ended for almost two or three minutes.

The white-collar beauty didn't understand it very much, so she came to her senses early. The reason why she never woke up the three RB people was that she really didn't understand that the sound of the piano had such magic? She let the three men stand at the door like a pole.

A young man reached out to knock on the door. As soon as he stretched out his hand, he was stopped by the middle-aged man: "It is an opportunity to listen to a song. Since the host has already rested, we should not continue to disturb us. Let's wait tomorrow, and we will come here to visit the host tomorrow."

The white-collar beauty was a little dizzy when she heard this. She thought that this little RB devil was so literary. Even if Chinese people don’t speak like this now, why did he still act like an ancient person?

"Thank you ma'am!"

The middle-aged RB man bowed slightly at the beauty led the lead, and then turned his head and walked towards the road, whispering to talk in Japanese while walking.

Bian Rui didn't know that someone was listening to music outside. He played beautifully and felt more comfortable. After he felt good, he naturally became a little tired. In addition, he had almost no rest time all day, so Bian Rui was not a bad guy. After playing, he turned off the lights and went into the space to take a nap.

The next day was another busy day. At 8 o'clock in the evening, he finished serving the guests. Bian Rui hurriedly packed up the shop and drove home at 11:30.

Waiting for Mingzhu to come out, and after finding a place where no one was left, Bian Rui put the car into the space, put on a cycling suit, and replaced it with a motorcycle to return to his hometown from the national highway.

The cool air in the early spring night was still very heavy. Fortunately, Bian Rui's riding suit was thick enough and he didn't feel cold. Instead, the whistling wind blew in his ears, and the roar of the motorcycle engine made Bian Rui feel a different shock.

There are no street lights on national highways, so you can only rely on the headlights of your car when you walk. Fortunately, Bianrui's motorcycle lights are bright enough, so there is no big problem when encountering such a road. Moreover, Bianrui is also careful. At this time, the speed is too fast, whether it is for yourself or for people who may cross the road from time to time, it is a hidden danger. Bianrui does not want to hurt himself, nor does he want to hurt others. Even a puppy who passes the road at will, Bianrui does not want to make mistakes.

Walking slowly, it was only after three o'clock in the morning that Bian Rui vaguely saw the shadow of the mountains in the distance, which meant that Bian Rui was about to get home.

Just as Bian Rui wanted to turn the county road, he suddenly heard a song that seemed to be coming from a distance, so he looked over curiously in the direction of the song. Thanks to Bian Rui's good eyesight, he saw that there were a bunch of big bonfires in the distance, and some motorcycle sounds came over.

Seeing that the fire was not small, Bian Rui rode his motorcycle toward the direction of the bonfire, wanting to remind them that the fire at this time was not a joke. Although it is spring and not a dry autumn, it is too close to the mountains and forests, and once a fire breaks out, it will really kill people.

Not far from the camp when he rode a motorcycle, Bian Rui was stunned when he saw the sword flag on the camp, because the mark on it was the mark of the motorcycle that Bian Rui joined. Soon Bian Rui found an acquaintance, Mr. Wu Guanglongwu. Now the old man and his wife were riding a motorcycle around the corner.

It's early morning, and these people are still having fun, making Bian Rui feel that these people are really idle.

"Hey, Xiaobian, why did you come so late?" Wu Guanglong also discovered Bian Rui at this time. There was no way. Bian Rui's appearance was so easy to recognize with the huge Indian.

Bian Rui stopped the motorcycle next to the old man: "I happened to pass by here and saw someone having such a big bonfire, so I came over to take a look, I want to remind you to pay attention to the fire."

Wu Guanglong laughed and said, "I didn't expect you to be quite responsible."

Bian Rui said: "You may have never seen the forest when it was on fire. I could have seen it when I was a child, and seven or eight people died."

When he saw that it was his own motorcycle club, Bian Rui felt relieved. The club did a good job in this regard. No matter where he went, he always cared for the environment and abide by the laws and regulations. Everyone would take the initiative to clean and take the garbage away when leaving. It is also very particular about setting up a bonfire, and it is not someone who doesn’t know anything.

"You live nearby?"

Bian Rui smiled and said, "Well, my hometown is here, and I am about 40 kilometers away from my senior year there, living in the mountains."

When he heard Bian Rui say that his family lives in the mountains, Wu Guanglong said with a smile: "It's a trend to live in the mountains now. I heard that Mount Zhongnan is almost full of hermits."

Bian Rui said: "What hermit? Our village is an ordinary small mountain village. It's better in just 20 or 30 years. The roads and other things are open. If you used to go out for a mountain, you would have to go back and forth at least five or six hours. Once you go in and out, you will be gone..."

"Oh, what are you talking about here? Oh, Bian Rui, you are here too. Why haven't I seen you yet?"

Just as the two were having fun chatting, Yan Lan rode her motorcycle over and greeted Bian Rui while taking off her helmet.

"Xiao Lan, are you very familiar with Bian Rui?" Wu Guanglong asked with a smile.

As soon as Bian Rui heard this, he knew that Wu Guanglong and Xiao Lan were very familiar with each other. This familiarity was not ordinary friends, or something like this. It was more profound than this. It might be a relative. Bian Rui recognized this Lan and knew that this person was the one who had been talking about for a while when he was watching the art exhibition, but he couldn't remember the name of the beauty in front of him.

"Are we familiar?" Yan Lan looked at Bian Rui with a smile and asked.

Bian Rui nodded: "Forget it, forget it, we have also watched the art exhibition together."

"What painting exhibition?" Wu Guanglong asked curiously.

It's no secret. Bian Rui directly told the whole thing, and Yan Lan would add some details from time to time.

Mr. Wu Guanglong didn't understand after hearing this, and sighed and said, "Now the moral qualities of these arts are worse than those of the generation."

"Did you come here specifically?" Yan Lan asked at Bian Rui.

Since joining the motorcycle club, Yan Lan has rarely seen Bian Rui. She participated in almost every event, but she could not see Bian Rui's shadow every time, so she could see Hu Shuo and others from time to time.

"Along the way, I went home and saw a fire here, so I came over to take a look," said Bian Rui.

At this time, Bian Rui was still scratching his head in his heart and thinking about what this girl was called.

Fortunately, someone soon revealed the news to Bian Rui. A young man rode a motorcycle to everyone, reached out to remove the goggles on his helmet, and shouted at Yan Lan: "Yan Lan, let's go running around the mountain with them?"

While saying that, the young man pointed his hand at the southeast direction, where four or five motorcycles were ready to go.

Yan Lan didn't want to go for a lap. Speed ​​is something that silly boys can do. Who would play this with Indian motorcycle friends? Besides, she is more interested in Bian Rui than other things now. She wants to judge through observation and see if the man in front of her came by by chance, or she deliberately came over to meet the club.

"You guys go, I'll talk to Bian Rui here," Yan Lan said.

The young man looked at Bian Rui, then slapped the goggle cover on his face with a snap, twisted the accelerator and walked away with a rumbling sound.

Bian Rui was very surprised to see this young man, because there was no such young man in the club before, and at least he was thirty years old. This person looked at most twenty-four or five years old. The motorcycle he rode was not cheap, and it cost about 300,000 yuan. The retro chief, white and green two-color combination, and you can tell at a glance that it has been modified, which is quite eye-catching, but the modification is not very good. The painted on the fuel tank is like a palette that has been used for a lifetime.

"When did you join in?" Bian Rui asked curiously, looking at the young man's back.

Wu Guanglong laughed and said, "This is what Xiaolan attracted to you. You have never seen it. You only joined the club for less than a month, and you only participated in the event two or three times."

Bian Rui understood as soon as he heard this. The little rich second generation just now turned out to pick up girls. As for the young man’s performance just now, Bian Rui didn’t believe that this was a teenager who started from scratch. The real person who started from scratch was not as good as him. He was a little arrogant when he was young. This was only possible with a standard rich second generation or a second generation dismantling.

"Then you guys play, I'll go over and drink something." Bian Rui felt a little cold on his body, and when he arrived at the club's event site, he couldn't help but think of hot drinks. When he thought of hot drinks, Bian Rui couldn't bear it anymore.

Wu Guanglong and Yan Lan nodded just now, Bian Rui started the motorcycle and walked towards the supply car.

It is said to be a supply car, but it is actually a small RV. A blue brand small RV can provide five or six people with rest. However, under normal circumstances, no one will rest in the RV, but live in the tent they carry.

"Wow! Bian Rui, when did you arrive?"

As soon as Bian Rui stopped on the motorcycle, he heard someone say hello to him. He looked up and found that this was an old player. He was there when Bian Rui first joined the club. Now he is probably in his early forties.

"I happened to pass by here when I got home. I saw you here to see you here." As he said, he came to the side of the hot drink, picked up a disposable cup of hot coffee, and slowly started drinking.

It's already early morning now, and it's almost dawn in a few hours. It's very cold in spring nights. The cold in the south is wet and cold, and the cold that drills the bones. It's much better to have dry and cold in the north.

Half a cup of coffee entered her stomach, and Bian Rui felt the warmth on his body rise.

While drinking coffee, I chatted with several old team members.

"Bian Rui, the club is going to Thailand next week. Do you want to join?"

Bian Rui shook his head and said, "I really can't go. There are a lot of things on hand, although I really want to ride with everyone to Thailand for a ride."

"That's a pity. Speaking of long-distance running clubs, you can run the longest, tens of thousands of kilometers," said another.

Bian Rui rode to Portugal last year, and spent half a year along the way, setting a club record.

"Actually, it's nothing. It's quite difficult now, but when you're on the road, you don't feel that way. When you come back, you'll turn your head and look back. There's a sense that I've actually run so long," Bian Rui said with a smile.

Many things are like this. I thought it was quite difficult before I did it, but after I really did it, I found that it was not as difficult as I thought.

Bian Rui told them what to bring to go abroad, and that was a simple trick. It is naturally impossible to travel with his daughter. Her daughter still has to go to school now.
Chapter completed!