Advance Bravely

The sun is slanting in the west, dragging a long shadow. Xia Yao's clothes are still in the tide, although there is another one on the outside, but the speed is too fast, the cold wind has been poured into the clothes. Xia Yao shrank his neck and shrugged his shoulders, sucking cold air from time to time.

"Is it cold?" Yuan asked. "If I am cold, I will slow down the speed a bit."

Xia Yao immediately objected, "Can't fall again! Then we will have to spend a night on the road!"

Yuan Li did not say anything and continued to maintain the original speed.

Xia Yao finally reluctantly put a finger out of the sleeve of his sleeve and tried Yuan Li’s clothes and found it was damp than him. The heart was so tight that I couldn’t help but ask, "Are you cold?"

"not cold."

You are sitting behind, and you have been living in a small stove.

When the motorcycle was opened for less than an hour, the sky quickly darkened. Xia Yao looked up and saw that it was still clear blue sky, and the clouds covered the clouds in an instant. A piece of cumulonimbus cloud that hit the south has developed explosively northward. Finished! Xia Yao’s heart is tight, how do you say that Yin is overcast this day?

Pat the back of Yuan Lian, "Hey, hurry up, don't let the cloud catch up!"

"Thinking pretty!" Yuan said, "This is a provincial road. The road is not easy to go. Now there are more cars. It is not a ride but a life."

Halfway through a gas station, several cars are in line, Xia Yao is in a hurry, the dark clouds are more anxious than him. The entire room was covered by the words, and the thunder was overwhelmed.

Xia Yao’s resentment has nowhere to vent, and he turned to Yuan Yuan and asked: "Are you reading the weather forecast?"

"Why don't you say that I was greeted with God in advance?"

Xia Yao snorted, took out the raincoat from the storage box and saw that Yuan Lian had not moved. He asked, "Why don't you wear it?"

"It’s so big under the rain, the road is too slippery, and driving is easy to get in. Obey, wait for the rain to go a little further."

Xia Yao, who would listen to him, buried his head and rushed into the rain. Yuan Li grabbed him and asked, "Can't you go?"

"Never go!"

Yuan Long took a deep breath and said faintly: "Then you carry me."

"Loading you will carry you and get on the bus."

Yuan Leng is higher than Xia Yaogao. After he sat in the rear seat, his arms were wrapped around Xia Yao’s chest. The wide shoulders and loose raincoats could cover Xia Yao’s whole person. There was another layer of shelter in the invisible. Xia Yao has less rain. And as a result, Xia Yao is not so cold.

There were sudden black roads in front, no street lights, no moonlight, and no cars moving forward or backward.

The roads are densely covered with plants, and the rain and fog keep the visible distance at around 20 meters, like the Silent Hill or the Yinyang Road leading to the Underworld. At this time, people's imagination will be unrestricted and divergent, and they will remind you of any horrible image, distorted faces and strange accidents.

Yuan Li felt that Xia Yao’s muscles were tight, and Shen Sheng said in his ear: "Not afraid."

The two words that were particularly smooth and simple, at that moment, eliminated all the fears and uneasiness of Xia Yao. At the neck, there is a thick, full-bodied and hot skin, and I feel very solid in my heart.

The rain is getting bigger and bigger, because the helmet is not equipped with a wiper, and the following rain will aggravate the line of sight. If you open the helmet lens, the raindrops will not open your eyes, and you can't see the road ahead without closing the lens. Xia Yao can only keep a little gap to avoid fog, and try hard to look at the gaps in the raindrops on the lens to observe the road. As a result, riding has become more and more difficult. Xia Yao has only experienced tens of kilometers of physical strength, so two people can only exchange positions.

Xia Yao's back was a wind, and he shivered and his teeth trembled. At the beginning, I was not happy to hold Yuan Zong. Later, it was really frozen, and the two arms circled up. In an instant, countless streams of water flowed into the collar of Xia Yao along the folds of Yuan Longyu's raincoat, forcing him to be a spirit.

"Drill into my raincoat," Yuan said.

Xia Yao got in and touched again, and the clothes inside were soaked. Yuan Lian’s gloves, cycling suits, trousers and shoes were all spared. I thought that Yuan Lie’s own situation was just now, and Xia Yao’s throat was tight.

The motorcycle drove through a small town, the lights on both sides of the road flashed, and the signs for the hotel stayed one by one. A warm hot bath, a comfortable big bed, and a delicious nightingale are calling for Xia Yao. Xia Yao gritted his teeth and slammed into Yuan Yu’s raincoat and shaded the outside light. Due to excessive fatigue, Xia Yao’s face was involuntarily attached to Yuan’s back and suddenly felt not as hot as initially. He only remembered this time. They have already rode more than a thousand kilometers and have already reached the peak of normal people's fatigue.

"Parking!"