A bus driver?I feel funny to see her eyes almost falling off.
After all, she"s a little girl. After all, she"s still young.
People of her age may not know, but in the past few years, mention about the city"s famous No. 13 bus, whoever talks about it, they have to raise their thumbs and say: "Fx.x.x, crazy!"
Basically, the drivers of No. 13 buses could almost represent the highest racing level of the city.
Have you ever seen a huge and corpulence bus rushing at the speed of a train and leaving taxis behind on a city road?
Have you ever seen an old-fashioned double-trailer diesel bus overtaking at a "drift" action bend on the road?
Have you ever seen a bus"s tyres burst into flames because of its speed?
If you are not this city"s person, you would not know that the bus starts with the feeling of pushing back.
The No. 13 buses in the past few years were really awesome! There are several famous legends at that time. For example, someone once held on to an iron handrail on the bus. As a result, the bus sped down all the way. The straight iron handrail was stretched and bent.
There was a No. 13 bus that crashed into a tree, and the body of the bus was split by the tree for more than two meters. What a fast speed that must be!
Someone once sat in the last row of bus seats. As a result, the car braked and he fell out from the last row directly. In an instant, he rolled onto the cylinder next to the driver"s seat.
In this city, what is it that the No. 13 bus overtakes the taxi on the road? Homemade meals! What is fierce? No. 13 bus was overtaking another No. 13 bus. That scene was terrible and spectacular!
All of these are the legend of the No.13 buses.
In the past few years, it is absolutely impossible to be late by take No. 13 bus! At the same time, the cost of a bus ticket, you could enjoy almost comparable to F1"s experience!
Super value!
Because in those days, the bonus system that bus companies gave drivers was to calculate how many trips you could run every day, and to calculate the bonus according to the number of trips! The more trips you make, the higher your earns!
It could be said that all the drivers of No. 13 buses are top-ranking drivers of car racing! If someone was not a tough driver, he dared not transfer to the fleet of No. 13 bus at all!
Of course, these years have been rectified because bus companies have revised the driver"s bonus system. This racing spectacle has gradually disappeared. Old-fashioned buses have all been replaced by air-conditioned buses. The performance of buses is getting better and better, but the race situation is less.
I look at Dorra and tell her all these things. The little girl is stunned. Then I say in a deliberate and understated tone, "Do you know who the guy drives the NSR is?"
"Well, don"t you say he is one of the drives of No. 13 bus?"
I smile and say lightly, "He was the captain of the No.13 bus drivers!"
She is silent for quite a while, sighs: "Fx.x.x!"
...
Unexpectedly, the NSR takes the lead to come back. As the lights on the road flashing and approaching, the roar of the engine is a bit harsh. When the NSR stops over the finish line, the driver jumps over and screams and cheers are all around.
The 7AA, however, waits for a cigarette time to arrive later.
I pull Dorra: "Want to know how he wins? I"ll show you around."
The little girl goes with me in a surprise.
When we come to the NSR, the driver has removed the goggles and is checking the motor status. I go up pat him, squint and laugh, "Moe!"
He looks back at me for ten seconds, and then his face is showing surprise: "d.a.m.n! It"s you, Little 5!"
I nod and point to Dorra behind me. "This is my sister. She wants to come over and see you. You were really fast on the racing just now."
Moe is around 30 years old, with a calm look, short hair, rough skin, white teeth and bright smile. He just nods to Dorra and turns around and opens the hood of the NSR.
Immediately, a burst of glaucoma comes out. He sighs, looks down for a moment, smiles faintly. I look over and say, "Sc.r.a.pped one more again!"
Moe shrugs his shoulders and looks indifferent: "Which time did I race and not sc.r.a.p one? The engine is dead, the crankshaft bush is broken, the piston ring is sc.r.a.pped, and the gauge bursts... This motor"s performance is too bad and I can"t help it. Little 4 was too careful to give me a good one."
I laugh and hit him: "Nonsense, if he gives you a good motorcycle, everyone bets you win, what money can he make?"
At first glance, his NSR is second-rate, up to worth ten thousand. Within this game, Little 4 has earned at least 100,000, he did earn a lot!
Dorra opens her mouth and asks carefully, "But... How did you win the 7AA?"
"Cut!" Moe laughs arrogantly: "Just two words, risk life! I was able to drive a bus so that the engine could catch fire! This NSR is poor, but it is much better than a bus. I dare to risk with my life, they dare not, so just wait behind me to eat fart!"
I shake my head and look at Dorra: "He is skilled. You see, the engine has been ruined. I tell you, the clutch can continue to accelerate in half-continuous motion. This guy is the pumping acceleration when the clutch is in half-continuous motion, so that the engine is ruined."
On hearing these, Dorra"s jaw is almost dropped. Looking at the smoking engine, she grins with pain.
I pat Moe"s shoulder: "How much have you earned tonight?"
Moe slaps one hand.
5,000?
Sigh! Little 4 is still so mean like always. A c.r.a.pped motorcycle for 10,000 and give Moe 5,000, He invested 15,000, and earned more than 100,000. It"s really a good business.
After greet to Moe, I grab Dorra to walk away. Looking at the little girl"s worship on her face, I say coldly, "What? Are you envious of him?"
"Of course!" She sighs, "So worshipful! A broken NSR can run so first. He"s a G.o.d of motor racing!!!
"Cut!" I laugh scornfully and then whisper in a low voice, "Did you see his white teeth?"
"Well, see, what happened to his teeth?" She has some complaints.
I sneer: "It"s all dentures! Because false teeth are so white! I tell you, he doesn"t know has experienced how many accidents. There are still several steel nails in his body. Most of the teeth have been knocked off!"
She is shivering and her face is pale.
I deliberately laugh and say, "So, do you still want to race motorcycles?"
The little girl subconsciously touches her white teeth, presumably imagines that she has lost all her teeth and her mouth is flat, so she can"t help sweating on her forehead.
I laugh, "Do you think it"s so easy to be a master?"
She is a little depressed, sighs and shakes her head. "Forget about it! I"ll just fine to watch for fun. I have to keep my teeth for ice cream!"
Look at the time is a bit too late, I just pull her about to go. At this time, Bald 4 comes. He takes out an envelope and gives it to Moe. Moe doesn"t even look at it, put the envelope in his arms, waves and strides away. The sc.r.a.pped NSR is abandoned too.
"Little 5, let"s talk somewhere?" Bald 4 looks at me obliquely.
I shrug my shoulders. "What are you talking about? There"s nothing to talk about between us, right?" Then I pull Dorra and ready to go.
Bald 4 grins, and he laughs curiously: "I heard that you are not with Juan anymore?"
I stop the step and look back at him. "You"re very well informed."
He is smug, sneers in disguise: "My old friend, of course, I should care more about it." He comes up to me and walks around. "How are you doing? How about come to work for me?"
"Work for you?" I laugh, "Little 4, did you drink too much tonight?"
Bald 4 touches his bald head and hums, "What"s wrong? Look down on me? Little 5, I told you that in that kind of place, every day stuffy in women"s pile, sooner or later you world be abandon! Come out now, come back and hang out with me. You saw the scene tonight! Now I"m earning gold every day! Come here and work together. I promise to forget our grievances. In the future, let"s have tasty food and strong drinks together. How do you think?"
I stare at him: "I"m not racing motorcycles anymore. I haven"t touched my motorcycle for several years, and I"ve almost forgotten my skills. Now you let me ride the bicycle, I can"t even ride it."
"Hum, don"t be kidding." bald sneers.
"You just go for Moe. He is much better than me!" My face is still cold.
Bald 4 shakes his head. "He can"t... This fellow is more strange than you. Usually, unless there is no way to get money, he comes to help me run once in a while. After running, he disappears for ten days or half a month. n.o.body can find him." He sighs: "You know, Moe is used to being the boss and refuses to follow others. If there"s any rice in the house, he would not even care about me."
I still shake my head. "No! I won"t do it!"
Then I pull Dorra around and walk away. Suddenly, Bald 4 behind me shouts, "You know? Now when it"s windy and rainy, my legs hurt! Little 5! Hundreds of thousands, can this money buy a healthy leg?
I stop suddenly and take a deep breath, but still do not look back. After a while, I pull Dorra leave there.
Dorra sees that I look wrong and dares not say anything along the way. We ride the hound motor back to her home. When we are downstairs, she gives me a gentle push: "Hey, Chen Yang, you don"t look gloomy. What is the relationship between brother 4 and you?"
This little girl"s voice is obviously soft, and she looks at me carefully.
I look up at her and say, "Go up, go to bed early and go to school honestly tomorrow."
"Hey!" She is reluctant: "Do you think I am a buddy? I"m not happy now! Just say it! If you don"t feel good, I"ll accompany you to drink wine!"
I laugh and scratch her tiny nose: "Little child, how dare you to drink wine?"
She tries to hide but doesn"t make it, says in upset, "What child? Please, I"m eighteen years old! I"ve had the government ID card! If it is in the United States, I would be legal to get married!"
I think for a moment, "Do you really want to know?"
"For sure!" The little girl has more hopes in her eyes.
I sigh, "Well, I told you that it was me to break his leg."
"Well, why did you break his leg?"
I smile, take her find a step and sit down. Then I light a cigarette and take a deep breath. The smoke rolls back and forth in my lungs. The pungent feeling makes me feel as if I have relaxed all over.
...
That was about four or five years ago. I just graduated from the high school, my master died, so I back to city and according to master"s last will, I wanted to make a good life.
Before, I spent two years of stable student life in that small town, but after I came back, some of my "friends" of that year still found me.
I was young and very good at fighting. Some of my b.a.s.t.a.r.d friends wanted to pull me into the water.
I didn"t forget master"s words, just was living honestly, found a job, and strived to support myself.
Originally, I also liked motorcycle racing. At that time, I was young, almost the same as Durra"s age, eighteen or nineteen years old. I was not afraid of the world and bold enough to race for fame. At that time, I had several friends in this circle, including me, a total of five people.
I"m the youngest, so I"m little 5. Bald 4 is the fourth young. Moe is the second. In addition, the eldest and the third are a pair of brothers.
At that time, I was very sincere taking them as true friends. Of course, in fact, in more senses, we are just friends with wine and meat.
When I came back, the two brothers had already started a brotherly motorcycle garage business and made a living for repairing motors. Like me, they all decided to quit race and live honestly.
Moe was no longer driving the bus then. he went to the garage to work and help, while only Bald 4 was still keep racing.
At that time, he had already done pretty well. He wanted to pull a few masters over to help him. He looked for me first but I refused him. Then he looked for the two brothers and Moe.
Bald 4 said that he wanted to make his business bigger, but a big dealer in the circle was suppressing him. His racing skill is not good enough and he couldn"t compete with them. So he wanted to let the two brothers and Mao to help him.
Moe had just suffered a car accident, fell pregnant with a leg and could not appear. The two brothers were looking at friend"s morale and agreed.
As a result, the other side found an "outside horse", a professional master from Macao.
"An amateur can never win a professional." I say lightly: "Don"t watch the movie stories so fantastic, but ride a motorcycle all your life in the city, you will not be able to win the professionals on track! Speed racing, not that you are not afraid of death on the line, technology is trained by vocational training. The wild road origin, on the roadside speed racing can be a hero for a while. But when encounter to the professional experts, sure to die."
I am watching Dorra to say these.
Play motorcycle racing? Most young people are just looking for excitement because they are young and experiencing the sensation of extreme excitement. It"s great... But so what?
The two brothers helped Bald 4 racing that night. They met the other side"s professional master. Although they had tried their best, they could only follow the motorcycle taillights.
"The next morning, I saw the newspaper. On the overpa.s.s, two motorcycles fell off the bridge, and the bodies of the two motorcycles fell apart on the spot. One rider died on the spot, and the other one died after being sent to the hospital." I speak slowly in a light tone, with a dull pain in my voice.
Dorra sits beside me, leaning carefully against me, peeping at the look on my face: "Are they the two brothers?"
"Um." I nod: "They risked their lives and really lost their lives."
I remember very clearly that day when I got the newspaper, my first reaction was to rush out of the door and run to Bald 4"s home, where he was not there. I rushed to the hospital again and found him outside the morgue.
I hit him like a madman. I even took a stick and broke one of his legs on the spot!
"That"s how you broke his leg?" Dorra exclaims.
"It"s not him, the two brothers won"t play." I say coldly, "They had all quitted and been pulled back by Bald 4."
"... Well, then what?
"Then, I broke his leg, and he owed a bunch of gambling debts!" I laugh powerlessly and say, "Actually, I didn"t want to break his leg. It was accidentally. After he really broke his leg, I regretted it. Later I learned that he had been gambled. I sold my house and helped him pay the gambling debt. I just take him as never recognized."
I know, Bald 4 actually hated me all the time. Although I helped him pay his gambling debts, I broke one of his legs and made him limp all his life. In his opinion, the feeling to me must be more hates than the brotherhood.
But his words tonight still make me feel a little uncomfortable.
Yes! I paid hundreds of thousands money of gambling debts for him. But can this money change a healthy leg?
Dorra is silent for a while, then sighing, "d.a.m.n! That"s really... Your story can almost make a motorcycle racing movie!" But when she sees me look at her coldly, she shuts up quickly, then smiles happily and whispers, "I don"t mean to say that. I just think your story is so tortuous..."
I sneer: "Tortuous? Two lives, one lifelong disability... Do you feel tortuous? Think about it a few years later, you will get the answer of whether it"s worth it?"
Huh, speed racing? Racers like to boast about how cool it feels and how exciting it is to race over a hundred miles.
d.a.m.n, it"s all about risk your own life! Is it worth it?
Is it worth it?!
I stand up and pat her. "Remember that bet? You have lost, so promise me one thing."
"Well, you can say so." She sighs helplessly.
I stare into her eyes: "From today on, before you graduate and go to the United States, you have to promise me that you will be a good girl, live a good life, and not touch those messy life circles anymore. Can you do that?"
Her face is pale:" It can"t be true! You want me to be the kind of a nerd good baby?"
I laugh, and I can"t help shaving her nose again: "No, I just ask you to think about it before you do anything. There are still people in the world who care about you! As for the others, I promise you that I will come to see you often and take you out to play around."
"All right!" She promises somewhat reluctantly: "From today on, I will not go to the disco, not to race, not to smoke and drink wine. Is there anything else? Can I make boyfriends?"
When she sees me stare at her, she quickly changes her voice and says, "I know! No!"
Then she makes a face at me and sticks her tongue out at me: "Blather! Like an old woman! Hum!" After that, she jumps upstairs.