Chapter One

  Zuǒ Xiǎo Lóng rode his motorcycle around the town of Tínglín three times, because there was nothing to do this afternoon. Yesterday he heard that fuel prices were going up, so he filled up with gasoline at the gas station. As a result, today when he looked, it was diesel that had gone up in price, and he felt somewhat depressed. At first, he thought of himself as someone who did big things, and shouldn't be greedy for small advantages - this wasn't his style. But what was most depressing was that having decided to go ahead and be greedy without hesitation, the result was just the same as always - he hadn't managed to get a good deal after all.

  This afternoon, the sun is shining brightly, and this spring makes one speechless. The beauty of spring lies in the fact that people always think more during winter. This motorcycle was newly purchased by Xiao Long, who spent almost all his savings on it. This means he can't afford to crash it, as there's no money for repairs. However, Xiao Long has never crashed a motorcycle since he started riding; he naturally has strong balancing abilities, except when weighing pros and cons or dealing with interpersonal relationships, where he often struggles to find balance. But motorcycles and bicycles have always been perfectly balanced by him. However, bicycles are too slow for him; even as a young child, he began driving motorcycles, riding through wind and rain, whether there was something to do or not, traveling thousands of miles in a single day. This motorcycle has only been driven for a year, but the mileage is already worn out, equivalent to circling the globe several times.

  He loves motorcycles so much because he thinks that's an extension of a man's power. I believe if guns were allowed, he would definitely own one. Because that's also an extension of power. Unfortunately, not only are guns not allowed, but even motorcycles are banned. It seems the policy is aimed at making it difficult for men to extend their power.

  This spring's atmosphere is so thick that it has even affected the air-fuel ratio of motorcycle engines. Bruce Lee wants to find a place to adjust his motorcycle because it's not as fast as before. Tinglin Town is a very small place, very miniature, anyway, it's just miniature, can't confuse me, so all the promising young people have gone to big cities. The rest are all stray cats and dogs, not impressive, not impressive at all.

  But Xiao Long felt that he couldn't accept the big city, the big city was too big and couldn't accommodate a motorcycle. The small place was small but allowed you to stop freely. He found that a new repair shop had opened on the side of the road, and after driving in, he slowly put down his kickstand and looked around. On his left was a wrench, three meters long. Directly opposite was a window, outside which was their central courtyard, with diesel barrels placed outside that could be climbed up to escape from this house. To his right was gasoline for cleaning fuel injectors, one meter away was a pack of cigarettes and a lighter, the lighter was useful because there was still a cigarette butt on the table. On the ground was an electrical outlet that was boiling water, which would open in two minutes.

  Zuo Xiaolong thought to himself, this environment is really too easy to defend. If his enemy came out of the house, before his enemy could use their weapon, he could use a wrench to defend himself. If his enemy's weapon was longer than his own, then throwing the water boiler at them would be enough to stun them. After subduing the people inside, if his accomplices rushed in from outside, Zuo Xiaolong could use a lighter to ignite the gasoline near the oil stove, smash open the window with a wrench, jump out and push against the diesel barrel, which would then fall over, allowing him to climb over the wall and escape smoothly.

  It's really safe here, no one can sneak up on me. Little Dragon thought to himself.

  Suddenly a hand patted on Xiao Long's left shoulder, and Xiao Long was startled. The motorcycle almost fell over. The person behind him said: "Fix the motorcycle."

  Left Xiao Long was almost choked by his own adrenaline. He calmed down and said, "Hmm, let me adjust it. This motorcycle is a bit slow, I think there's a problem with the air-fuel ratio."

  The repairman pushed the motorcycle into the house, started it up and sniffed the smell, saying: "No problem. I'll take a ride."

  Zuo Xiaolong hesitated for a moment, after all, the motorcycle was like his woman, and being ridden by someone else would definitely be unpleasant. But then he thought, this was just like when his own woman had gynecological problems, but happened to encounter a male doctor, there was no way around it.

  The repairman got on the car and awkwardly turned around in the house, Xiao Long Sheng was afraid that he would crash in his own repair shop. But after all, he had already agreed, and he couldn't go back on his word because of his reputation.

  After the repairman left the shop, he floored it and the front wheel lifted off the ground by a meter. Zuo Xiaolong watched without thinking much of it, assuming the other was just showing off his riding skills. The repairman continued to ride with the front wheel in the air for 50 meters before slowly putting it back down and pulling up in front of Zuo Xiaolong, saying: "I know what's wrong now - the rear tire pressure is too low, that's why you feel like the bike is a bit slow. I'll help you adjust the tire pressure a bit, but not too much, since when summer comes the pressure will rise quickly and it's easy to get a blowout."

  Zuǒ Xiǎo Lóng hadn't yet come back to his senses, and nodded slightly.

  After the adjustment, Bruce Lee indeed felt that the car was much easier to drive than before. He then drove to the Sculpture Garden to find Dashuai. This road had to pass through the entire familiar place, and it was okay to open a small difference, because taking the wrong road didn't matter, he was too familiar with this place. After passing through the dull crowd, he arrived at the Sculpture Garden.

  The sculpture garden has been abandoned for a long time. Originally, it was intended to be the largest sculpture garden in Asia, but local people found it hard to understand why people from surrounding cities would drive 100 miles to see some sculptures in a desolate place. The style of the sculptures presented at first was not much different from the broken factories in the nearby industrial area. When the construction of the sculpture garden reached the stage of transitioning from abstract to realistic, funding problems arose and the government took over. In this huge park, there were only abandoned simple dormitories for migrant workers and some stupid-looking sculptures. Xiao Long's responsibility was to guard the sculpture garden. He was appointed by a struggling developer as the guardian, while his friend Da Shuai was invited by the local development office to take care of the garden. Although one was a developer and the other was from the development office, and both were guarding the sculpture garden, the difference was that when no one asked about this place, Xiao Long became the park director, and Da Shuai became the park secretary. The sculpture garden was vast and full of various plants, with many strange large birds flying out of the central area and heading to the coast 10 kilometers away. Some were almost as big as eagles. Of course, there had been disputes between Da Shuai and Xiao Long on this issue because neither of them had seen an eagle before. Da Shuai imagined that eagles should be reasonably sized, but Xiao Long thought they would be as large as a hang glider. Later, the dispute ended with Xiao Long compromising, saying that owl eagles could also be considered eagles, and since he had seen owls, it was almost the same size. This way, everyone could accept it.

  In the sculpture garden, there were all sorts of animals, wild rabbits, wild dogs, wild chickens, and wild ducks that had been discovered by both of them. Of course, it's not ruled out that they might be domesticated rabbits, dogs, chickens, or ducks that had wandered here and were neglected in their appearance, leading to misunderstandings. Those creatures running wildly like heavenly horses, whether they were born wild or were domesticated but didn't care about their appearance, there was no conclusion because the two of them had never caught one alive. However, one day, Zuo Xiaolong saw a wild boar. Dashi wasn't so lucky, he mostly saw wild cats. But in any case, this place was very wild.

  There are two roads to the sculpture garden, Zuo Xiaolong often chooses the more difficult one, at this time he thinks of himself as an off-road motorcycle rider, all startled wild animals are considered other riders, and in the end he wins. So every time his friends see him, they are always smiling for no reason. That's because Zuo Xiaolong has defeated all the birds and beasts.

  He found Da Shuai and said: "Da Shuai, I have an idea, but I don't have time to tell you now. I have something to do, I need to go find Niuba."

  After finishing speaking, he accelerated and left.

  Ni Ba is a sentimental girl. Actually, no one knows what sentimentality is; sentimentality is just a tone. But Ni Ba has this tone. In this world, there are no truly sentimental girls, only suspected sentimental ones.

  Mud is very beautiful, and many people pursue her, but to no avail. The reason for this is that Mud thinks they are not good enough, either their upper body is not good enough or their lower body is not good enough. Mud values spiritual qualities in a person. In her eyes, men without unique spiritual charm are all incomplete.

  Her personality development is hard to explain, generally difficult-to-understand personalities are composed of simple yet incomprehensible reasons. A serial killer might have just been stepped on painfully as a child. Mud's view of love was changed because she watched a movie when she was young. Unfortunately, she doesn't remember what the movie was about. This means that she has no chance to watch it again and correct her misunderstanding during growth.

  Mud likes to paint and daydream, which complement each other and consume a lot of time. She can draw while thinking, or think while drawing, and can also imagine based on her paintings, or paint based on her imagination. Like this, the whole day passes by. Mud has studied art for a very long time, even in elementary school when she was with other team members painting together. One day they went to paint a horse, but at that moment, the innocent girl showed off her uniqueness - among all the boys and girls' work, only Mud's horse had no penis. Mud said, "How embarrassing!"

  And so, her pure love began to be passed down.

  Maybe, maybe, many, many years later everyone will realize they were wrong. Others are just writing life, drawing one by one, drawing old two as old two, and many of them don't even know what a penis is, but at least the mud has already known it. And this actually formed her first evidence of innocence.

  The muddy road walks slowly and steadily, the muddy voice speaks softly and gently, everything about the muddy tells everyone that she is a good girl. She painted herself into a picture.

  But Niuba just likes Bruce Lee.