Genius club

boom! ! ! ! !

The 7 million Bentley Continental GT was hit hard!

Even though this car had the best shock absorbers on the planet, the violent impact still made Lin Xian feel pain in his tail bone.

He controlled the intensity of the brakes, turned the steering wheel hard, and let the body of the car swing sideways under the strong inertia——

Bah! Bah! Bah! Bah! !

I don’t know what part made the sound of rubbing against the cement road. Wherever the vehicle slid sideways, there were sparks of Huang Lie.

Lin Xian held the steering wheel tightly, feeling the ever-changing torque fine-tuning range to prevent rollover.

Now that it has landed smoothly, there is no risk in this operation of using the side friction of the tire to eliminate inertia. I have been playing it for more than ten years in my dream, and the feel has already been engraved in my DNA.

finally.

The blue beast, which was still roaring just now but had long since turned off, slid into a shocking semicircle on the road.

Finally stopped.

"call……"

Lin Xian took a deep breath and took his hands off the steering wheel, already sweating slightly.

He turned to look at the back seat.

Empty.

The gangster was thrown off at some point.

Only the handful of crushed roses still hung on the iron plate of the rear door and swayed...

The colored paper wrapping the large bouquet of roses has been torn, and colorful ribbons are fluttering in the breeze.

Lin Xian then looked at Zhao Yingjun next to him.

At this time, she had her eyes closed, clutching her chest, and breathing rapidly.

"are you OK?"

Zhao Yingjun said nothing.

Her brows were furrowed, the ends of her brows were trembling, her breathing was rapid, and her face was uncertain.

After a few heavy breaths, she slowly raised her head and looked at the viaduct 20 to 30 meters away on the opposite side...

They just flew over from there.

It was originally a rotating downhill exit, and the road surface continued to decrease.

But Lin Xian forced the Bentley with a speed of over 200 kilometers per hour to drive upright, mounted the elevated guardrail and soundproof wall, rushed out of the road, and flew over...

Zhao Yingjun slowly opened his eyes.

She had no memory of what happened when she flew twenty or thirty meters into the sky.

I only remember that after landing with a bang, the car spun around a few times like a rotating tea cup at an amusement park, and came to a stop against the elevated guardrail here.

"you……"

Her breathing gradually calmed down, she bit her lower lip and looked at Lin Xian:

"Didn't you say you're not good at driving?"

"Actually, it will still be 100 million points."

"Is this called a little bit?"

Zhao Yingjun laughed, extremely stiff, and it was clear that she didn't want to laugh at all:

"How dare you?"

She still can't believe it:

"Are you crazy? You know...you...do you know what you did?"

"I definitely know..." Lin Xian adjusted his sitting posture, moved his painful tailbone, spread his hands and said:

"But I have no other choice. That gangster is a desperado. There is no way he will let us go."

"Forget it, let's not talk about it. I'm a little nauseous. I want to get out of the car and take a walk."

Zhao Yingjun covered his chest and looked a little ugly.

She clicked the car door switch, but there was no movement from the door. She turned to look at Lin Xian:

"Open the door."

Lin Xian tried to pull the car door on his side, but it couldn't be opened, so he pointed at the dashboard that was shattered by the double-barreled shotgun: .... .

"It's probably that the car door was damaged, or it was malfunctioning somewhere."

"Then how to get out?"

"Climb out. Fortunately, it's a convertible. This may be the only advantage of this kind of car. You will never be trapped in the car."

"This is really a piece of trivia."

Zhao Yingjun wiped the sweat from his forehead, pushed all the hair on his forehead to the top of his head, and unbuckled his seat belt:

"Climb out first and come here to pick me up."

It was easy for Lin Xian to step out of the convertible, but Zhao Yingjun was wearing a long evening dress, which made it really inconvenient to climb.

After jumping out of the car, Lin Xian shook his body from side to side and felt soreness in his waist muscles, which may have been strained.

The Bentley Continental GT in front of me, which is worth 7 million, is obviously in a state of scrap. The damage is extremely serious, and the axles are broken.

He went around to the other side of the vehicle and helped Zhao Yingjun turn over from the unopened door.

The ground was covered with broken glass shards. Lin Xian noticed that Zhao Yingjun was not wearing socks in his high heels, so he used his leather shoes to kick away the shards and let him land safely.

"Where's the gangster?"

After getting out of the car and exercising for a few times, Zhao Yingjun calmed down obviously.

"I guess I was thrown off halfway." Lin Xian pointed to the dark woods between the two elevated lines:

"Maybe it fell down there."

Zhao Yingjun and Lin Xian walked to the back of the car and took a good look at the rear structure of the Bentley Continental GT...

The seat space is indeed not spacious, but it is still much larger than an ordinary convertible. It is no wonder that the man can shrink into the leg space below.

It was dark in the parking lot and it was difficult to see clearly.

Plus the scene at that time --\u003e\u003e

The scene was chaotic. The men and women at the dance drove away in a panic. Lin Xian also wanted to take Zhao Yingjun away from the place of trouble and wrong as soon as possible... Neither of them paid special attention to whether there was anyone hiding under the back row.

It's quite clean inside now.

The thief didn't know where he was thrown.

Only the handful of squashed roses were left hanging on the broken carriage, swaying feebly in the evening wind... swaying... as if to tell the story of the gangster's fruitless journey to sacrifice for love.

"Lin Xian, call the police first."

"good."

…

Lin Xian used his mobile phone to dial 110 to call the police, describing the incident and location in detail.

The police said they would rush over immediately and asked them to wait where they were and pay attention to the surrounding situation at all times.

Then, he hung up the phone.

A cool night breeze blew.

Lin Xian saw Zhao Yingjun wearing a coat and leaning on the viaduct guardrail, staring at him:

"Lin Xian."

"Um?"

"Thank you for saving me."

At this time, Zhao Yingjun had returned to her usual spirit. She looked down at the Bentley Continental GT that had been smashed into scrap:

"I can't remember how many times I have thanked you during this time, but I still want to thank you for saving my life."

"This is nothing, I am also saving myself."

Zhao Yingjun looked at Lin Xian, and the neon lights of the night scene across the Huangpu River were once again reflected in his pupils:

"You can always do things that surprise me and surprise me. During this time... I have really changed a lot about you, and I am very happy for your transformation."

"But I can feel it... You seem to be in conflict and confusion this time, like an ant that can't find its way, wandering in the whirlpool and unable to find a way out."... .

Zhao Yingjun lowered his head and scraped the cold road with his high heels:

"Perhaps it's also because you have experienced too many things during this period, which have had a great impact on you. That's why you are eager for success and extraordinary as I just said."

"But actually, Lin Xian, I understand your thoughts very well. I have also been through this stage of your life. If I have any life advice worth sharing with you... I think this is the sentence that can help you get rid of your current state - —”

She raised her head, and the mellow moonlight and the colorful night scenery by the river reflected in her eyes, bursting into a dazzling array of colors:

“[Don’t be successful for the sake of success, don’t be extraordinary for the sake of being extraordinary.]”

Zhao Yingjun looked into Lin Xian's eyes, which contained the same stream of light and neon:

"I have never told anyone in the company about my parents or my family..."

Lin Xian listened silently and walked to Zhao Yingjun.

He also leaned against the guardrail of the viaduct, next to Zhao Yingjun.

The evening breeze blew Zhao Yingjun's hair, and the soft hair tips swept across Lin Xian's cheek, like the touch of time, like the passing of time, fleeting.

The skirt of Zhao Yingjun's dress rose with the wind, like a blooming flower, and it bloomed in front of Lin Xian's eyes:

"My parents are both powerful people in the imperial capital. They don't like what I'm doing now, and they have blocked me from doing business many times, so I came to the East China Sea alone."

"Actually, they are all waiting to see my joke."

Zhao Yingjun raised his head and looked directly at the full moon in the sky:

"My dad felt that one day I would go back and beg them to clean up my mess and get rid of the trouble I caused. He never believed that I could make a career."

"But you are already very successful." Lin Xian interrupted.

However... Zhao Yingjun shook his head:

"In their eyes, this is not even a small achievement."

"But I actually don't care what they think, it doesn't matter at all."

She turned her head and looked at Lin Xian, who was very close and leaning on the same guardrail:

"Because I don't do these things to prove anything. I work for MX Company and Rheinland cosmetics just because I like it; it has nothing to do with whether they like it or not, and whether they approve or not."

"I don't live for them, and I don't need to prove anything to please them. This is also what I want to tell you, Lin Xian..."

Zhao Yingjun smiled after a long time.

This is the first time she has shown such a relaxed and natural smile since Bentley flew over the viaduct:

"You must do what you like, do what you are willing to insist on, and do something not to prove anything to others, but to do something that you are willing to gamble your whole life on."

"Even if you haven't found this thing yet, or haven't found anything worth your efforts... there's no need to be anxious, there's no need to be confused, there's no need to let yourself chase after something."

"That's enough, Lin Xian. You don't need to deliberately make yourself extraordinary."

"I trust you."

Zhao Yingjun looked at Lin Xian, reflecting the beauty in each other's eyes:

"You are destined to be extraordinary."

…

Lin Xian looked at the arc in her eyes and said nothing. …. .

"It doesn't mean anything else." Zhao Yingjun lowered his head and smiled, looking at the red and blue flashes coming from the other side of the elevated highway:

"I'm not someone who likes to preach, I just want to share my life insights with you..."

Diwu~diwu~diwu~diwu~diwu~

A large number of police cars and ambulances drove up on both sides of the elevated road, and the alternating red and blue flashes were very dazzling. Zhao Yingjun turned around, held on to the guardrail, and looked up at the moon in the sky.

January 14, 2023.

There are still 8 days until the Spring Festival.

--\u003e\u003e

There are still 7 days until New Year’s Eve.

There are still 5 days until the most important event in Donghai City [Donghai Chamber of Commerce New Year Dinner].

This is a very ordinary day.

A day without any special significance.

A day with a beautiful moon.

"The moon is so beautiful today." Zhao Yingjun said softly.

Lin Xian stood behind her, looking at the white jade plate in the sky.

"yes."

He sighed sincerely:

"The moon is still beautiful like this."

Didi.

The electronic watch on his left wrist made two faint beeps on the hour.

Lin Xian raised his head and took a look.

00:00

He breathed a sigh of relief inside.

It's past midnight.

It is already January 15, 2023.

Zhao Yingjun has safely passed January 14th, passed the 23rd year of his life, and escaped this unexpected death recorded in history.

Perhaps at a certain time and age in the future, she will still die due to an accident.

but……

At least now, the original historical trend has changed.

She will never leave the regretful words "died at the age of 23" in someone else's autobiography 600 years later.

Today is a new day after Zhao Yingjun's fate changed.

at the same time……

It was also the first day of her 24-year-old life.

Lin Xian took a step to the right, walked to the broken and scrapped Bentley Continental GT, and took the bouquet of roses left by the gangster from the torn leather in the back seat.

He tidied it up briefly.

Make this bunch of wrinkled roses with fallen leaves appear more three-dimensional, and make the crooked colored paper and ribbons look like a gift at least.

"Although it is not appropriate to borrow flowers to offer to Buddha, but..."

Lin Xian handed the arranged flowers to Zhao Yingjun and looked at her with a smile:

"Happy birthday."

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